Page 79 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

My thighs trembled, my breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.

Owen reached for my chin, forcing my gaze to his.

“Keep your eyes on me when you fall apart,” he commanded, his voice rough with need.

I couldn’t hold back.

The pleasure erupted, white hot and all consuming, and I shattered, my body tightening, shaking, the silk ties biting into my wrists as I writhed beneath their hands, their mouths.

Owen groaned, his grip tightening, his own restraint fraying at the edges. “Fuck, that was beautiful.”

Mason pulled back, his lips glistening, his eyes dark with hunger.

“I need to be inside you, sweetheart,” he growled as he crashed up to greet me once more. “Fuck, you feel incredible.”

The stretch was exquisite, my body molding to his perfectly.

Ethan’s hands trailed down my spine, firm and possessive, his breath hot against my skin as he pressed a slow, open-mouthed kiss on the exposed skin of my throat.

“You look so damn beautiful like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “Completely wrecked. And we’re just getting started.”

My breath came in ragged gasps as Owen’s fingers trailed lower, teasing between my legs where I was already stretched around Mason.

He groaned as he felt the way I clenched, his fingers slick as he circled my sensitive bundle of nerves with slow, torturous strokes.

Mason’s grip on my waist tightened, his muscles coiling as he thrust into me, each movement sending shivers of pleasure through my already trembling body.

“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned, his voice raw, desperate.

Owen’s hands were on my thighs, spreading me wider, his lips brushing against my neck as he whispered, “I want to feel you come around him, baby.”

My body clenched in response, the pleasure spiraling higher, the heat of all three of them surrounding me, consuming me.

Mason’s thrusts grew erratic, his breathing ragged, his jaw tight with restraint. “Fuck, I’m close.”

His hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my skin as he held me in place, driving deeper, harder, until the pleasure became unbearable.

A sharp cry tore from my lips as the pleasure hit me like a tidal wave, my body tightening, trembling, as I shattered around Mason.

The force of it sent him over the edge again, a guttural groan ripping from his throat as he thrust deep, his body jerking beneath mine as he found his own release.

His head tipped back, his grip on me unrelenting as he spilled inside me, his breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.

It was phenomenal.

But I wasn’t done yet.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Aurora

I barely hadtime to catch my breath before I was moving, slipping out of the now-looser silk ties, my body still thrumming, sensitive, and needy.

Dropping to my knees before Owen, I let my hands glide up his thighs, nails scraping lightly over his skin as I looked up at him through my lashes.

His gaze burned into me, dark and fevered. “Fuck, baby.”

I took my time with his belt, undoing it slowly, deliberately, feeling his breath hitch as I tugged it free and unzipped his jeans.

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