Page 80 of Snow Balled

The head of his thick cock pushed against my opening, as if testing it. I took deep breaths, forcing myself to relax my muscles. It wasn’t an easy thing to do because every cell of my body anticipated Drew’s first thrust.

And then it happened. He pushed into me with a firm stroke, and my back arched off the bed. My mouth opened in a silent scream as he stretched my inner walls. The sensation of being filled was foreign to me—but it also made me want more.

My back crashed back down on the bed, and I gulped in air. I bit my lip as I looked down at Drew, nodding my head. I was ready for more.

He pulled back in a long, smooth stroke and pushed in again. I gasped at how amazing it felt.

Carter smoothed my hair away from my brow, where beads of sweat had formed. He watched my face, no doubt seeing my eyes widening with each thrust.

Blindly, I reached out toward him as Drew continued to drive himself inside me. My fingers only touched the rough denim of his jeans, but then he chuckled and guided my hand to the tip of his cock. I closed my fingers around the head, feeling it vibrated as he stroked himself. I rubbed my thumb along the slit at the top, and he moaned.

Drew pushed into me again, his deepest stroke yet, and I gasped. My limbs trembled as the intensity built, but there was something I had to do before I’d succumb to the pleasure.

Reaching my other hand out, I somehow managed to touch Tristan’s face. He gave a low chuckle as he captured my wrist and kissed my fingertips. Then, like Carter had, he guided my hand to the tip of his cock.

I didn’t know how best to touch them, but that was something I wanted to learn. There were many things they could teach me, and I wanted to learn them all. But for right now, I did my best to massage the heads of their hard dicks while they stroked themselves… and Drew pumped his cock into me.

I bent my knees, placing my feet flat on the mattress so that he had more access. He went even deeper and I groaned, vibrations rippling through my body.

“Oh god,” I moaned as Drew leaned forward, treating me to a series of short, quick thrusts. Then he sat back, taking longer, slower strokes again.

Carter placed his freehand over my abdomen, pressing down in a way that almost made me come. He slid his hand down, and the tip of his finger unerringly found my clit.

My cries went up an octave, and my breath came out in huge, shuddery gasps. “Please,” I chanted in time with my breathing rapidly increasing.

The orgasm approaching was going to kill me—I could already sense its power and I was okay with that. I wanted it to overwhelm me. I wanted Drew to make me scream. I wanted them to come with me.

I wanted this for myself and all of us.

Carter worked my clit as hard as he worked his cock. I could barely keep my fingers on his tip, but we were all approaching the point of no return.

Drew drove into me hard, and my whole body trembled.

“She’s close,” Tristan grunted, sounding pretty damn close himself. Drew was, too. There was an intense, almost pained expression on his face as he drove into me again and again and again.

He grabbed onto my hips as he cried out, pushing his cock as deep inside me as it’d go, holding it there as he groaned.

My hips lifted off the bed as every muscle in my body froze for one long, endless moment. But Carter expertly worked my clit, and I exploded into a million pieces as the orgasm tore through me. My cries were so loud that it barely registered that Carter and Tristan came, too.

I gasped, I moaned, I fought for breath, and still the waves of pleasure rolled through me even after Carter eased off my clit. It was pleasure almost to the point of pain, but there was nothing I could do except let the sensations rule me.

With a final cry, Drew collapsed on me, his spent cock sliding out. He hugged me around the waist as his head rose and fell from my harsh breathing.

The four of us remained that way, panting, exhausted, but satiated for quite some time. Then Tristan smoothed back my hair. “Are you all right?”

My mouth was too dry from all the shouting to answer, so I just nodded. Finally, after several tries, I managed to whisper, “Never better.”

“I’m so glad,” he said, and the smile he gave me filled my heart.

Drew was still recovering, but Carter had already tucked himself away, staring at my face. The expression on his face wasn’t knowing or arrogant or cocky.

If I had to guess, I’d say it was happy.

I crooked my finger at him, wanting him to lean down so I wouldn’t have to speak too loudly.

“I slept with Drew the other night,” I began. “And I took a nap with Tristan earlier today. Tonight, I want to sleep with all three of you.”

Carter planted a kiss on my forehead. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

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