Page 135 of Stuck with my Mechanic Daddies

Behind me, Ethan’s hands gripped my hips, dragging me up onto my knees.

The shift sent a thrill through me. Completely exposed, completely theirs.

I felt Ethan’s hands tighten on my hips, his thumbs digging into my skin as he spread me open for him.

Mason was still watching. Still stroking himself, his breath coming in slow, controlled drags that sent a shiver down my spine.

“Fuck,” he murmured, his eyes fixed on where Ethan lined himself up behind me. “Look at you, spread out and ready for him.”

I whimpered again, my body trembling in anticipation.

Owen ran his thumb along my bottom lip, his other hand gripping his cock, teasing the tip along my mouth.

“You know what to do, baby,” he murmured, his voice rough with need.

I parted my lips, taking him in, hollowing my cheeks as I sucked him deep.

Owen let out a strangled groan, his hand tightening in my hair. “That's it. Take me just like that.”

Behind me, Ethan pushed inside, slow and steady, stretching me, filling me.

I moaned around Owen, my body clenching as Ethan groaned, his grip on my hips turning bruising.

“So fucking tight,” he ground out, his voice ragged. “You feel incredible, sweetheart.”

Mason exhaled roughly, his strokes slowing as he watched.

I glanced at him through heavy-lidded eyes, my breath catching at the way he looked at me. Hungry, possessive, absolutely wrecked.

But still holding back.

Still waiting.

Ethan thrust deeper, pulling a sharp gasp from my lips, my body trembling as pleasure coiled hot and heavy in my stomach.

Owen hissed at the vibration, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back.

“Shit, baby. Just like that.” His hips flexed, shallow thrusts meeting the rhythm of my tongue, the sound of his pleasure mixing with Ethan’s deep, broken groans.

Mason let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “You two are gonna come too fast.”

Ethan’s breath was ragged, his fingers digging into my waist as he pounded into me, deeper, harder, his control fraying.

Owen’s hand tightened in my hair, his movements growing erratic.

He was close. I could feel it in the way his cock twitched against my tongue, in the way his breath came in short, harsh pants.

But he wasn’t going to be the first to break.

Mason knew it, too.

With a smirk, he moved. I barely had time to react before he was behind me, his fingers gripping my chin, tilting my head back.

His dark eyes locked onto mine as he stroked himself, slow and measured, teasing himself as much as me.

“You gonna be a good girl and come for us again?”

I moaned, my body already teetering on the edge.

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