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Zach knelt behind me, his hands on my shoulders, kissing my neck as Blake rocked into me. Anders lay beside me, whispering praise, stroking my hair, brushing kisses against my temple as the heat tore me apart and remade me all at once.

“More,” I said, arching. Blake thrust himself deeper into me, and I screamed.

Chapter Eighteen

Blake slammed into me, deep and relentless, his hips snapping forward with a rhythm that left no room to breathe. Each thrust struck my G-spot, a sweet, aching spot that made my vision blur and had me seeing stars.

I clawed at his back, nails dragging over sweat-slicked muscle as my cry broke free, raw and unfiltered. The climax hit like a freight train. Violent and blinding. Slick gushed down my thighs as my body clenched around him, desperate and pulsing.

Hands. Too many to track. Gripped my hips, my breasts, my throat. They touched me like they couldn’t get enough, like I was a feast and they were starving. My head fell back, lips parted in a silent scream as pleasure tore through me in waves that didn’t stop, didn’t let me fall.

Air caught in my throat, my lungs forgetting how to function as Blake drove into me again and again, splitting me open with every stroke. I trembled, barely aware of whose hands were holding me up or which mouth whispered against my skin.

A final thrust, a cry, and everything shattered again, the world suspended in the freefall of release. His hot, sticky cum filled me up, dripping down my thighs while his knot held me in place, securing me, making me his.

My name fell from Blake's lips, low and resonant, a call that pulled me from the haze of heat and longing. "Is this what you want?" he panted, his knot stretching me, controlling me.

“Mmm,” I cried. “More!”

Zach knelt on the bed next to my head, hovering beside my mouth, his cock twitching just out of reach, his grin a flash of warmth and mischief as he met my gaze. "Think you can handle us?" he teased, his voice a mix of humor and heat.

My heart pounded, echoing in my ears, and I could only nod again, my mouth opening, needing, yearning.

Zach leaned in closer, pre-cum dripping in anticipation. "Can you handle... all of us?" he asked, his hand wrapping tight around my neck, his hold unbreakable. I groaned, reaching up to pull him into my mouth, to hold him inside me, filling me, fucking me.

I shivered at the thought of it, a new kind of thrill coursing through me. I let my eyes fall shut, surrendering to the chaos and the certainty, the unending push and pull. He pulled out. "Yes," I said, licking my lips.

“That’s my good girl,” he said, holding my neck tighter and slamming his cock into my throat.

The taste of him flooded my senses. My jaw ached from the stretch, his sheer size forcing a whimper from deep in my throat as I fought the urge to gag. My tongue circled the swollen head, teasing along the sensitive ridge, tasting the salt and heat of him.

His breath hitched, a low, feral sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers threaded into my hair, tight and possessive. “That's it, princess,” he rasped, his voice rough with restraint. “Just like that. Open up. Let me in.”

I moaned around him; the sound swallowed by his length as I took him deeper, letting my lips stretch wide, and my throat tensed with the effort. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I didn’t stop. Iwantedthe burn. Needed it. Neededhim.

He groaned, and I parted my lips further, his hips twitching forward until the head of his cock bumped the back of my throat. I choked, coughed, but refused to pull away. Instead, I pressedin, saliva spilling from the corners of my mouth as I hollowed my cheeks and swallowed around him.

“Fuck,” he growled, the word barely recognizable, more animal, primal. His grip tightened, his knuckles white as he fisted my hair and rolled his hips into a slow, punishing rhythm. “Look at you... taking my cock like a fucking dream.”

My eyes fluttered open, locking with his. The hunger in them nearly undid me.

He fucked my mouth with measured force, each thrust sending heat curling between my thighs, slick pooling at the apex. I moaned, the vibration pulling another curse from his lips as he bucked harder, deeper.

“You want more?” he growled. “Then be a good girl... andsuck my cock.”

I obeyed with a low, hungry sound, greedily working him in and out, letting the need take over. Zach’s growl turned savage, his hips snapping with a sense of urgency as he lost himself in the wet, obscene heat of my mouth. My hands gripped his thighs, nails digging in as I braced for everything he had to give.

His fist tightened in my hair, pulling just enough to make me gasp, and he held me there, cock buried in my throat. I blinked up at him, dazed, dizzy with need, with lust, with the power he gave me in this surrender.

Then he started again, slower now, dragging it out, making me feel every inch as he pulled back and slid in deep. My moans vibrated against his shaft, drawing a rough curse from his lips.

“You want it, don’t you?” he hissed. “Want me to fuck your mouth until you forget your own name.”

I tried to nod, tried to moan my answer, but he was already moving again, his rhythm relentless and hungry. I let him use me, wanted to be used. Every thrust sent a jolt through my body, every groan from his lips lit another fire inside of me.

Zach chuckled. “It’s time we take all your holes.”

Blake moved away, and the sudden absence of his knot left me gasping around Zach’s length, a whimper vibrating in my throat as the emptiness bloomed too wide, too sudden. I didn’t have to wait long. Anders stepped in, his gaze dark and focused, the easy-going smile he usually wore nowhere in sight.

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