Page 16 of Three Wickedly Bad Neighbors and a Very Grumpy Girl

“I want it now. Everything. Everywhere. Inside me.”

“Right now?” Gray asks, strained. “You need a lot of time to prepare, and we’ve just taken—”

“No, Right now.” I’m adamant.

“It’ll hurt more,” Porter says.

“I don’t mind. I like it when it hurts.”

?Chapter Thirteen

Avery

I don’t back down. They’ve unleashed a craving inside me I can’t explain, but I know it needs to be fulfilled. I need to be filled.

They stand gloriously naked and powerful while I kneel on the bed.

“Just say the word 'stop,' Avery, at any time, no matter what we’re doing, and we’ll stop. Do you understand?”

I nod.

“Say it out loud,” Porter demands.

“I understand. If I want you to stop, I’ll say, 'stop.'”

“Good,” Gray says. “Now come over here and wet our cocks with your mouth, pretty girl.”

I bounce off the bed, and within moments, I’m kneeling on the floor, surrounded by them. I take their cocks into my hands and lay soft butterfly kisses all over them, marveling at how they can be so silky-soft on the outside and so rock hard on the inside.

My craving grows, and I open my mouth on them. Slivers of pre-cum coat my tongue, and I swallow it down, but that only makes me want more. And more.

I’m in my own world, sucking and tasting, kissing and pleasuring myself with their cocks. The instant they grow harder, their breathing becomes more erratic, and they lift me up and kiss me senseless.

Gray then carries me to the bed and places me on my hands and knees. From the corner of my eye, I catch Sullivan lifting a black briefcase and placing it on the bed. He flips it open, and I nearly choke on air.

Oh, I know exactly what’s inside. At the last bachelorette party I attended, I didn’t just come home with edible body paint; I also gained extensive knowledge of sex toys, where they go, and how they work, thanks to an instructor hired by one of the friends of the bride-to-be.

So, yes, I recognize a butt plug when I see one. Or ten, among other things. A heaviness settles in my heart as I realize they bought this for the express purpose of using it on someone else on this bed.

“Who would have thought Benny’s welcome home gift would come in handy?” Sullivan says. “Benny is our friend, by the way. You saw him—the guy with the red hair and three-piece suit. And no, we weren’t going to use this on anyone else the moment you stepped into our lives, Avery.”

Did Sullivan read my mind?

Tears sting my eyes, but I swallow them down. I have to remember what this is: an education, and nothing more. Who would want to have anything to do with me in a social environment? No one. I get grumpy when rules aren’t followed, which makes me no fun at all.

All my thoughts come to a crashing stop when Gray’s palm lands on my butt, taking my breath away and immediately arousing my entire body.

All three are behind me now, spanking me, touching me, dipping into the deluge between my pussy lips and sucking it off their fingers.

Then their touch changes. Blood rushes to my face as they part the cheeks of my backside. Their breaths whisper against me, and goosebumps cover my entire body. Their fingers explore softly and gently.

Their growls and the murmurings of words like ‘perfect,’ ‘beautiful,’ and ‘theirs’ lull me into believing they’re true.

My eyes snap shut as Sullivan and Gray spread me apart while Porter pours lubricant into my bottom hole. Oh god. This is real. My moment of panic dissolves in the magnitude of my want for this.

Their fingers go deeper, massaging the tender flesh of a place no one should touch, and now three of the most handsome men I’ve ever seen will take my virginity there too.

They kiss my shoulders, suck on the flesh of my butt, and play with my clit as they deepen their passage into the most forbidden part of me. They guide me to breathe when I clench up too much, when the burn becomes more than I can handle.

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