EPILOGUE #4
The sensation is overwhelming, and I can feel myself hurtling toward the edge.
“Grey, I—”
Grey doesn’t stop. He continues his relentless assault on my senses, his fingers moving inside me with expert precision while his tongue teases my clit.
I cling to the others, my fingers digging into their shoulders as I cry out.
My body convulses around Grey’s fingers, waves of pleasure crashing over me as I fall apart beneath them.
“Good girl,” Grey whispers, his breath hot against my thigh as he watches me come undone. “You look so fucking beautiful like this.”
As the final tremors of my orgasm dissipate, Grey removes his fingers, presenting them to Oliver’s lips for a taste of me.
“Delicious,” Oliver murmurs, his eyes dark with lust behind his glasses as they find mine.
Grey retreats and sits in the chair beside the bed, his gaze never leaving me, and it’s impossible to ignore the weight of his attention. The corner of his mouth twitches upward in that way that makes my stomach flip. “Now be good for them.”
I’m still catching my breath when I feel Misha’s and Oliver’s hands on my thighs, spreading me wider as they position themselves on either side of me, their hands still exploring my body, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch.
I can barely catch my breath, the remnants of the orgasm Grey gave me still pulsing through me when I feel their fingers circling my entrance.
“You’re so wet for us, Bug.” Misha almost growls, sending a shiver down my spine. “You have no idea how much we want you, how much we need to be inside you.”
I gasp as he and Oliver both push a finger into me, their movements perfectly synchronized, and I moan at the intensity of it all.
“So tight, so perfect,” Oliver whispers. “I can’t wait to feel you around my cock, to fill you up until you’re overflowing with us.”
Grey leans back and watches, his eyes never leaving me. “Look at you,” he says, his voice a low rumble. “Taking them so well. So fucking perfect for us.”
Misha’s lips find mine in a searing kiss, his tongue mimicking the movements of his fingers, claiming me, branding me as his. “We’re going to make you feel so good, Bug,” he murmurs against my lips.
They add more fingers, moving deeper, stretching me, preparing me for what’s to come. The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves me breathless, desperate for more. “Please,” I beg. “I need you, all of you.”
Their response is immediate, their fingers withdrawing from my body in an instant so I can sit up.
I turn to Oliver, who’s already laid back on the bed, his eyes filled with hunger as he watches me get up to straddle him. My knees are on either side of his hips, the heat of his big cock pressing against my entrance.
“That’s it…” Grey’s eyes darken as he watches me move, a slow, satisfied smirk spreading across his face, “… take what you need.”
Oliver’s eyes lock onto mine, a silent question lingering in their depths. I nod, my lips parting in a silent gasp as he begins to push inside me, his hips rising to meet mine.
“Yes,” Grey says, his voice rough, but there’s a softness in his eyes as he watches me sink down on Oliver. “Take that cock, baby.”
So damn good.
Misha kisses my neck before he pushes my chest down onto Oliver’s, and I use the opportunity to kiss him.
We’ve done this before, but it’s always a delicate dance, a symphony of bodies and breaths that requires patience.
Grey isn’t into it, but he still loves watching me get fucked by his best friends at the same time.
He grabs the lube from the nightstand next to him and throws it at Misha, who catches it with a snicker.
“Thanks, man.”
Misha flicks the cap open with practiced ease, the distinct sound of the bottle followed by the cool sensation of lube against my heated skin.
His fingers, now slick with lube, tease my pussy where Oliver and I are connected, stretching me gently.
I relax into his touch, my body yielding to his insistent pressure.
It’s a strange sensation, one that borders on discomfort, but the pleasure that follows is worth the initial stretch.
Grey’s breathing is heavier now, his gaze fixed on the spot where Misha’s fingers join Oliver’s cock inside me.
“You’re doing so well, Bug,” Misha murmurs in my ear, his voice a low rumble as his finger finally slips inside next to Oliver’s cock. I push back against him, eager for more, for that feeling of fullness that only comes from having them both inside me at once.
Oliver’s hands grip my hips. His eyes lock onto mine as he waits for Misha and me to find our rhythm. His cock twitches against me, and I can’t help but rock my hips, eliciting a groan from him.
Grey seemingly can’t hold himself back anymore and comes to stand beside the bed, his voice cutting through the haze of desire.
“That’s it. Let them take you. Let them make you feel good.
” His fingers trace my spine, sending sparks of pleasure through my body.
“I love watching you like this. You’re so fucking gorgeous. ”
I turn my head to see him stroking his thick cock lazily. He steps closer, his thumb pressing against my lips. “Open up, baby.”
I part my lips, allowing him to slip his thumb into my mouth. I suck on it greedily, my tongue swirling around the digit as I imagine it’s his cock instead.
“Good girl,” Grey praises, “You’re so damn sexy, taking both of them. You’re going to make such a pretty picture when Misha’s inside you too.”
His words, combined with Misha’s relentless fingers, push me to the brink. I’m teetering on the edge, my body humming with anticipation. And then Misha’s fingers are gone, replaced by the insistent pressure of his cock against my entrance, alongside Oliver’s.
The feeling of being filled by both of them is indescribable, a sensation that borders on pain.
Grey’s thumb is still in my mouth, and I suck on it harder, my eyes locked onto his as he watches us.
His hand moves faster on his cock, his breathing growing more ragged with each passing moment.
“Suck me,” he growls out, his voice raw with need.
His hand wraps tightly in my hair, guiding me to his cock.
I open my mouth wide and take him in, my lips sliding along his length with desperate eagerness.
“You’re doing so well, taking all of us,” he praises, his voice a low growl. “You’re so fucking perfect, Amelia.”
I’m pinned between them when Misha and Oliver find their rhythm, their movements synchronized as they thrust into me. The intensity builds as Oliver’s pelvis rubs against my clit with each thrust, sending shivers of pleasure through me. The feeling is electrifying, a constant, delicious friction.
Grey’s cock pulses in my mouth, and I work my tongue over him with determined eagerness.
My lips slide up and down his length, the taste and texture of him filling my senses.
Each time I take him deeper, his groans become more desperate, and the tension in his grip on my hair tightens.
I swirl my tongue around his head, savoring the way his pre-cum coats my tongue, a salty, intoxicating flavor, and so him.
His breathing becomes ragged, and he pulls me in closer, my nose brushing against his pubic hair with each deep thrust. “Yes, that’s it,” he urges, his voice rough and strained. “Just like that. Take me deeper.”
My mouth works tirelessly, moving in sync with the rhythm of his thrusts, and the combination of sucking him and being filled by Misha and Oliver is almost too much to handle.
The pleasure is overwhelming, the hot pressure of Grey’s cock against the back of my throat mingling with the relentless thrusts inside me.
The room is alive with the slick sound of skin on skin, the ragged breaths that escape their lips, and the filthy, beautiful words that leave their mouths.
“That’s my girl.”
“You take it so well.”
“I love when you whimper for us.”
“That’s it, baby.”
The praise washes over me, bolstering my confidence. I ride Oliver harder, meeting each of Misha’s thrusts with equal fervor.
Misha leans in close, his breath warm against my ear. “Come for us, Bug,” he urges, tension clear in every word. “Let go.”
And I do. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, and Grey pulls out of my mouth when my body convulses around Oliver and Misha’s cocks as I cry out in ecstasy.
I grip Oliver’s shoulders hard, my nails digging into his skin as they continue to move inside me, drawing out my pleasure until I’m a quivering mess of sensation.
When my orgasm subsides, Oliver stiffens beneath me, his cock pulsing as he finds his own release.
Misha isn’t far behind, his fingers digging into my hips as he buries himself deep inside me one last time, their cocks pulsing in unison as they fill me with their cum, so much so it starts seeping out of me.
Grey kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping against mine. Misha pulls out, placing a tender kiss on my shoulder before he collapses onto the bed, his chest heaving. I’m acutely aware of the wetness between my thighs, the evidence of our shared pleasure mingling with Oliver’s.
Grey’s hands are on me then, helping me off Oliver’s still-hard cock, lifting me as if I weigh nothing. He lays me on the bed, my legs falling open for him, an unspoken invitation. His dark blond hair is tousled, but his eyes—his eyes are soft as they roam over me.
“Are you done, baby?” Grey murmurs, his breath warm as his fingers trace lazy patterns on my inner thigh, inching closer to my swollen, sensitive center.
I shake my head, a small smile playing on my lips despite my exhaustion. “I’m never done until you are,” I tell him, the desire in his eyes kindling a fresh wave of arousal within me.
He positions himself between my legs, his gaze locking onto mine as he glides the head of his cock up and down my slit. “Can you take me already?”
I nod, my breath hitching in anticipation.
Grey pushes into me, his cock sliding in easily with the help of Misha’s and Oliver’s cum still dripping out of me.
He groans as he bottoms out, his pelvis flush against mine.
“I love fucking you when you’re already such a mess after they’ve had their turn,” he mutters, raw and full of need.
I nod eagerly because I love that too.
“Use your words, baby. Tell me how it feels,” Grey commands, his fingers finding my clit as he starts to move inside me.
I gasp as he pushes deep into me, my body automatically responding to his touch. “It feels… so good. You feel so good,” I manage to say, trembling with each powerful thrust.
“That’s it. You’re doing such a good job for me,” he praises, his fingers rubbing against my clit in time with his thrusts.
“Taking me after you already took two cocks. Baby, I’m so proud of you.
” My body squirms beneath him, the sensations overwhelming as he plays with my clit while I’m impaled on his cock.
“Squirm as much as you want. I won’t let you go until you come on my cock too. ”
I’m already close, the tension coiling low in my belly, ready to snap.
Grey’s fingers work their magic, his cock pushing deep inside me, making me gasp with each powerful thrust. “Come for me, baby,” he murmurs, and my body obeys his command, my orgasm washing over me in waves as I convulse around his cock.
He follows me over the edge, his release pulsing inside me as he buries his face in my neck, his chest heaving against mine.
We lie there, connected in the most intimate way possible, our hearts beating in sync.
Then Grey rolls us over, his cock still buried inside me, and I collapse onto his chest, utterly sated and boneless.
His arms tighten around me, holding me close.
“Mmm… I love how you warm my cock,” he murmurs, a satisfied rumble vibrating through his chest.
Oliver and Misha lie next to us, their hands lazily tracing patterns on my skin.
“Mind-blowing,” Oliver breathes out.
“Incredible,” Grey says, his arms tightening around me.
“Perfect,” Misha concludes with a contented sigh, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. Surrounded by these three remarkable men, I couldn’t agree more.
We are perfect—together.
I press back, and Grey reaches up, his hand cupping my cheek as he looks at me with such tenderness it takes my breath away. “Happy anniversary,” he murmurs. “We love you, Amelia.”
“So fucking much,” Misha agrees.
I close my eyes, leaning into the touch, a soft smile playing on my lips.
“Until our hearts give out,” Oliver whispers.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
We’re each other’s favorite person.
And this?
This is a forever thing.