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With all three pairs of eyes boring into me, I gulped down the rest of my tequila. “There’s no way I can decide between you three. But…” I smiled hopefully. “I’m open to persuasion?”

Luke, Taylor, and Adam all exchanged glances. An unspoken agreement seemed to pass between them.

Then they turned back to me and smiled.

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Veronica

Luke was the first one to rise from his seat, stretching his arms wide after sitting for so long. He was tall and handsome in his pilot uniform as he took my hand, pulling me off the couch with polite formality. I expected him to kiss me, but he took three long seconds to look me up and down, admiring my body. Taking me in.

Then his entire demeanor changed and he threw me up against the nearby wall, smothering me in a passionate kiss that I felt with my entire body. His desire for me, hisneed, was so palpable that it took my breath away.

And then, as quickly as he had kissed me, Luke ripped his lips away and shoved me to the left. I tumbled into Adam’s waiting arms. He picked up the kiss where Luke had left off, tongue forcing its way into my mouth possessively while holding my hands out to my side.

“I don’t know about these two,” Adam whispered, “but I’m good at sharing.”

Next to him, Luke made a hungry noise deep in his throat. I felt his eyes raking over my body while Adam had his way with me. And when I opened my eyes for a moment, I saw Taylor still leaning against the back of the couch, watching with a cool smile. Not in any hurry.

I’ve never done anything like this, I thought.I never even dreamed about it.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to Adam’s kisses. Then there were two new sets of hands touching my body. Hands that removed my top, unbuttoned my jeans, and forcefully pulled them down to my ankles. The three of them were working together. All of their movements—Luke, and Adam, and Taylor—were possessive and hungry tonight, like a pack of wolves fighting over dinner. It sent goosebumps across my skin.

Adam didn’t want to stop kissing me, but Taylor ripped me from his arms to take his turn. I surged upward with need as he kissed me, holding the back of my head with one hand and digging the other into the front of my panties. I moaned as the fabric pushed inward, and longed to feel more of him inside me.

Luke fell to his knees behind me and gave me my wish. He pulled my cotton panties down with so much force I was surprised they didn’t tear—although I wouldn’t have cared if they did. The only thing I cared about was the way my three men were fighting over me.

As soon as my panties hit the ground, Luke put a hand on my lower back and pushed me forward so he could bury his face in my pussy from behind. I groaned while two tongues pleasured me from both ends—Taylor’s in my mouth, and Luke’s in my wet heat.

While they worshipped me, I caught a glimpse of Adam to the side. His lean frame was silhouetted by the window as he slowly undressed. First his shirt went over his head, then he unbuckled his belt and let his pants slip to the floor. The stiff rod of his cock hung in the air, proof of just how much he wanted me. Watching him undress was like another level of foreplay added to everything else that was happening to me.

“God, I’ve missed the way you taste,” Luke murmured into me. “I don’t even mind sharing you with them.”

Before I could respond, he plunged his tongue deeper inside my pussy. I broke away from Taylor’s kiss to crane my neck and moan loudly into the empty lounge.

“What if someone sees us?” I said. “Cameras…”

“No cameras in here,” Taylor said while bending down to nuzzle my neck. “I checked.”

Adam approached and gently pulled me away from the other two. He gave me a quick, rough kiss, then stared deep into my eyes.

“I can’t wait. I have to have you.”

“Get in line,” Luke growled.

“Looks like he’s jumpin’ to the front of the line,” Taylor said, pushing me toward Adam.

I gasped as he bent me over the front of the couch. I was putty beneath his arms as he pushed me lower to get just the right angle. I surrendered to his whims, and there was a beautiful, erotic trust that came with surrendering to him. I would take whatever these three men gave me. I was theirs, and they were mine.

Adam’s crown pressed against my entrance, and then both of us moaned a duet of pleasure together as he gripped my ass with his palm and buried himself inside of me in one long, forceful stroke. The force of it sent shockwaves of tingling ecstasy through my body, and I lost my balance and fell forward. Adam came with me, ensuring that he didn’t slip out, until he was on top of me on the couch.

I was as wet as could be, and Adam couldn’t hold himself back. He covered me with his body, wrapping his arms around my chest and cupping one breast, as he began gyrating into me. I was vaguely aware of Luke and Taylor undressing while Adam slammed his hard length into me, intense and wonderful from this prone angle, our skin rubbing together with perfect sensuality with every thrust.

His breath was hot against my ear as he said, “I’m not greedy. Let me prove that I can share.”

Adam grabbed a handful of my hair and tugged, forcing my head up. Luke was kneeling on the cushions in front of me, his own massive cock already as hard as it could be. I opened my mouth wide and accepted him eagerly, wrapping my lips around the tip. I couldn’t move my head—Adam held a vice-like grip on my entire body as he continued to pound me—so Luke had to move his hips back and forth.

I’m being double-teamed.

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