Page 42 of Single Mom's Undoing
“Here,” Carter says, sitting on the sofa first. “Get on top of me.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, eager to let him fill me.
He stills, his cock twitching upon hearing those words. “Say that again.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Fucking hell,” he groans. I glance down just in time to see his erection struggling, swelling even more. Thick veins bulge along the shaft, and I am compelled to put all of it inside me.
I settle on top of him, our gazes locked as he holds the base of his cock for me to slide down on. Jace settles behind me. My heart skips a beat as I feel his tip probing my entrance, my juices glazing them both while the blood rushes to my head, making me dizzy.
“Easy, baby,” Jace whispers, then nuzzles my ear.
Slowly, they both slide in.
“Oh, fuck!” I cry out in sheer ecstasy as they stretch me beyond my wildest dreams. “Oh, this is incredible.”
There are no words to describe the sensation, the complete abandonment of self. But when Damon climbs on top of the sofa to position himself in front of me, I realize that I’m about to be claimed by all three of them at once.
Without so much as a second thought, I grab on to Damon’s hips, looking up to meet his gaze as he slides down my throat. My moans are muffled as he caresses my face, his lips parted, his breath fractured.
At the same time, I let my hips sway back and forth a little as I ride Carter. Jace starts moving, matching our rhythm until a flow is established.
“You are officially ours, Clara,” Jace says, his fingers digging into my hips.
Carter slips a thumb between us, keeping his other hand wrapped around my throat. He loves what it does to me, and when he starts rubbing my clit, faster and harder, I explode. I let go of everything I know, of everything I am.
My body disconnects from my mind altogether, then Damon takes a hold of my head.
Our eyes meet, and I see the ecstasy shining in those brown orbs of his.
“Ours, Clara,” he grunts and stiffens, his cock jolting against the back of my throat. His seed jets out, hot and salty, and I swallow every damn drop.
“I’m yours,” I reply, short of breath as he leans down for a sloppy, savory kiss.
Jace and Carter continue to thrust into me.
“Yours… all yours,” I say it again, melting into a loud moan as Jace’s hand comes down to slap my ass again. My pussy clenches in response.
“Fuck!” Jace gasps and plunges himself deep inside me. I feel him coming.
Carter pulls me in, our noses bumping as he looks into my eyes. “Damn fucking straight you’re ours!” he growls.
Carter comes next, filling me full.
We sit tangled, naked and covered in sweat, the afterglow casting a golden shade to our eyes. “I am and I’m done fighting this,” I whisper after a while.
“That resignation is going straight into the shredder,” Carter says, then pulls me closer. “I’m done tiptoeing around this, Clara. Whatever you’re dealing with, we’re going to face it together.”
Easier said than done, but I don’t have any strength left in me to fight him on it. There’s been enough running and hiding over the past five years.
Right here is where I belong.
My body knows it.
And so does my soul.
As the minutes roll by, and we gradually recover our breath and senses, I look around at the office, at the clothes strewn about, wondering where my panties might be.
