Page 78 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Owen’s fingers brushed lower, teasing, never giving me enough.

Ethan’s mouth followed, pressing open-mouthed kisses down my neck, his teeth scraping just enough to make me gasp.

And Mason. Mason tugged gently, just enough to remind me who was in control, and a slow, satisfied smirk curled his lips.

“You look so fucking perfect like this,” he murmured, his voice rough, thick with hunger.

His fingers trailed down my arm, over my collarbone, and lower, teasing over the swell of my breasts, barely grazing my skin.

Owen leaned in, his mouth following the same path as Mason’s fingers, but his tongue darted out, hot and wet, as he flicked it over my sensitive peak.

I gasped, my back arching involuntarily, but the silk held me in place, leaving me at their mercy.

Ethan wasn’t far behind, his hands gripping my thighs, spreading me wider. His touch was firm, commanding.

“Look at you,” he rasped, his breath skating over my heated skin. “Already trembling, and we’ve barely started.”

This really was new.

Being tied up. Being teased like this.

I could hardly stand it.

But at the same time, I loved it.

Mason slid lower, his mouth finding my other breast, his tongue swirling, sending a sharp jolt of pleasure through me.

Owen’s hands gripped my hips. He held me down as Ethan’s fingers trailed further, brushing over my aching center, featherlight, teasing.

I whimpered, my body tightening, every nerve ending firing at once. “Please.”

Mason lifted his head, eyes dark and dangerous. “Please what, babe?”

Ethan pressed a kiss to the inside of my thigh. “Tell us exactly what you want.”

I pulled against the ties, my hips lifting instinctively, desperate for more.

Owen chuckled, a deep, knowing sound, as he ran a single finger through my slick heat.

“Oh, she's so fucking ready for us,” he groaned. “Dripping.”

Mason’s fingers replaced Owen’s, sliding over me with slow, deliberate strokes.

“Is this what you want?” he asked, voice a low growl.

He circled my clit, teasing, keeping me right on the edge without giving me what I needed.

“Yes,” I gasped, my body twisting beneath them, the tension coiling tighter and tighter. “God, yes.”

Mason’s fingers pressed into my thighs, holding me open as his mouth descended.

The first stroke of his tongue shattered me.

I cried out, my head tipping back, pleasure spearing through me as he worked me with slow, devastating precision.

Ethan teased my nipple, tugging it slightly, combining pain with the pleasure threatening to crest.

Owen nibbled my earlobe, whispering filth into my ear, while Mason hummed against me, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure spiraling through my body.

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