Page 81 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

The room spun with heat, pleasure, and raw desire.

Behind me, Ethan and Mason didn’t wait.

Mason’s fingers skimmed lower, teasing between my legs, spreading me open as Ethan knelt behind me, his breath hot against my bare skin.

“You're dripping,” Mason groaned, his fingers sliding through my slick heat, spreading me open wider. “So fucking desperate for us.”

I whimpered around Owen, the combined sensations making my body tremble.

Ethan’s lips found the curve of my ass. “We’re not done with you yet, sweetheart.”

His hands skimmed over my hips, slow and deliberate, his grip firm as he pulled me back against him. His breath ghosted over my heated skin, teasing, his lips trailing a wicked path down my spine.

“God, I love seeing you like this,” he murmured, his voice thick with hunger. “You're wild.”

Behind me, Mason’s fingers worked me open, his touch unrelenting, precise, pushing me closer to the edge with every teasing stroke.

But it was Ethan who stole my breath as he knelt behind me, his fingers digging into my flesh as he took his time savoring the sight of me.

Owen groaned above me, his grip in my hair tightening as he thrust deep, his movements erratic, desperate. “Shit, she's so fucking good at this.”

I moaned around him, the vibration drawing a sharp inhale from his lips, but I barely had time to process it before Ethan made his move.

The first stroke of his tongue sent a shudder ripping through me.

A cry tore from my throat, muffled by Owen’s thick length, as Ethan worked me with slow, devastating precision, his tongue flicking, teasing, pushing me closer and closer to the edge once more.

His grip tightened on my hips, holding me still as he licked into me, his mouth relentless.

Mason chuckled low, his fingers still stroking, adding to the overwhelming pleasure.

I whimpered, my body shaking, my knees threatening to give out beneath the weight of their touch.

Ethan groaned against me, the vibration sending another pulse of pleasure spiraling through my body.

“Fuck, she tastes so good,” he growled, his tongue pressing deeper and making me jolt. “I could keep her like this for hours.”

I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think.

The pleasure was too much. Too sharp, too consuming.

Owen’s grip on my hair tightened as he pushed deeper, his thrusts losing their rhythm.

“Fuck, fuck.”

His voice was strained, his muscles locked tight.

The moment he spilled down my throat, groaning my name, Ethan doubled down, his tongue moving faster, his fingers digging into my thighs as he held me in place.

I gasped, my body shuddering violently as the pleasure detonated inside me, my climax tearing through me like a live wire.

Ethan groaned in satisfaction, licking me through it, dragging every last tremor from my overstimulated body.

Mason cursed under his breath, his fingers still gripping my waist as he watched me unravel.

Owen stroked my cheek, his breathing still ragged. “Goddamn, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”

Ethan’s fingers slid from me, leaving me trembling and breathless.

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