Page 63 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

He whispered filth against my skin, words that sent heat curling low in my belly.

“You're so fucking beautiful like this,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “Taking everything we give you. Hungry for more.”

Owen pressed in, slow and steady, filling me, his groan vibrating against my shoulder as he gave me every damn inch of him.

I moaned around Mason, the sound muffled, my body shuddering as pleasure overwhelmed me.

The stretch, the fullness, the overwhelming sensation of them surrounding me—it was too much and not enough all at once.

Owen’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into my hips as he pulled back and thrust forward again, harder this time, setting a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through me.

Mason’s jaw clenched, his hips shifting as he fucked into my mouth, his ragged breath telling me he was fighting to keep control.

“That's it, babe,” he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. “Just like that.”

Ethan’s lips trailed over my flushed skin, his hands stroking, teasing, worshiping as he murmured against my throat, “You'retaking us so fucking well. Look at you. So perfect, so fucking sweet.”

Owen’s thrusts deepened, dragging me higher, pushing me closer to the edge. My body tightened, every nerve alight, overwhelmed and desperate and completely at their mercy.

I was lost in them.

Surrounded.

Consumed.

Owen’s pace turned punishing, his hands gripping my hips tight enough to leave bruises, each thrust pushing me closer to the edge.

Every inch of my body was alive, tingling, desperate.

Then,Smack.

A sharp slap landed on my ass, the sudden sting making me jolt. My moan vibrated around Mason’s cock.

“Fuck,” Owen growled, his hand smoothing over the spot he’d just struck, only to do it again.

Harder.

I gasped, the shock of it only adding to the unbearable pleasure already wracking my body.

“You like that, don’t you?” Mason murmured, his grip in my hair tightening just enough to make my scalp tingle. He thrust deeper, his voice rough with hunger. “Such a good girl for us.”

Another sharp smack.

My body clenched around Owen, and he groaned, his control fraying.

“She's close,” Ethan whispered against my skin, his hands still caressing me, grounding me even as Owen fucked me harder, chasing both of our highs. “Come for us, sweetheart. Let go.”

His fingers slid between my legs, finding my aching clit, rubbing tight, purposeful circles that sent me spiraling.

My body tensed, heat curling deep in my belly.

I fell.

Pleasure tore through me, so intense I cried out around Mason, my entire body trembling.

Owen groaned behind me, his thrusts turning erratic before he buried himself deep, spilling inside me with a low, desperate growl.

Mason pulled me off him, his chest heaving, his grip unrelenting as he guided me back onto the bed, flipping me onto my back.

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