Bonus Chapter #4
Clay sinks back in with one hard thrust, making my back arch.
“That’s it, Carolina.” Xander’s fingers are back to torment my nipples. “Take our good boy.”
“Fuck… yes,” Clay groans out, hands digging into my hips.
“Please, please, please.” I don’t know what I’m begging for, but I need more.
My clit… I need them to rub my clit.
Xander leans down to murmur next to my ear as Joshua steps in front of me now and paints my lips with his precum, actively teasing my mouth open, while Clay’s thrusts rock me closer to him. “Tell me what you need.”
“Touch me,” I beg, just as Joshua pushes his hips forward, and my breath stutters with how badly I want him to take my mouth.
“Everything you want,” Xander agrees, and finally—finally—his big finger starts to circle my clit.
I close my eyes on a low groan at the feeling, then open them to look up at Joshua.
“More.” I push my tongue out, needy and eager, pulse skidding as he slides back in, until the head of his cock nudges the back of my throat.
My neck stretches, pulse hammering in my ears.
He holds it there, allowing me adjust, but the wait makes me ache, and I swallow around him without meaning to, making him hiss.
“Carolina, F-fuck!” He starts fucking my throat in long, steady strokes.
Holy shit.
Upside-down, stuffed full, throat and pussy claimed at once. My hands scrabble for purchase and find Xander’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh, but it doesn’t deter him from making me feel good with his perfectly circling fingers.
Every thrust from Clay drives me deeper onto Joshua’s cock, every pull-back drags me off enough to breathe.
I feel more than I see Xander leaning over me. “That’s it, Carolina. Take them both. Look how pretty you are, choking on one cock and dripping on the other. Our good girl. Our perfect fucking queen.”
I can’t answer, can only moan around Joshua, making him curse and thrust harder. Mascara-stained tears leak from the corners of my eyes, but I’ve never felt more beautiful.
I tap Joshua’s thigh when I can’t take it anymore, and all at once, he immediately pulls out, Xander’s fingers leave me, and Clay stops his thrusts.
Each breath is a gasp for air as Xander moves behind Clay, the mattress dipping heavily under his knees. Clay’s hips stutter, cock pulsing inside me like he already knows what’s coming.
Xander doesn’t speak. He doesn’t have to.
When the bed shifts more, followed by the sound of light sucking, Clay’s hips jerk forward, effectively driving him deeper into me. I don’t need to be able to see to know Xander is kissing along Clay’s skin.
I’m at their mercy. All I can do is whimper, a small cry of pleasure at the feeling.
Joshua pushes a stray strand of hair gently from my face.
“Easy, love,” Xander murmurs against Clay’s ear. “Gotta get you ready for me.”
The sharp click of the lube cap cracks through the room, then Clay shifts forward, dropping to his forearms on either side of me. He’s practically panting as he presses his forehead to my breast, a broken moan vibrating against my skin.
I know when Xander pushes a finger inside Clay, because his whole body shudders against mine. The wet sound of lube is almost obscene compared to our heavy breaths.
Clay’s cock throbs inside me, trapped between Xander’s prep and my clenching walls. Then his back arches like a bowstring. “Fuck… babe—”
“There we go,” Xander praises. “So greedy for my fingers. Just as greedy as our girl is for our cocks.” He makes Clay whine high in his throat, and a second later, I feel the shift behind him as Xander slicks himself before pushing forward.
Clay’s moan is guttural, his hands fisting the sheets beside me while he’s pushed even deeper inside.
The sound tears a broken noise from my throat, and Joshua curses softly at that. “Fuck.”
“You take me so well, love,” Xander rasps when he pulls back an inch, then snaps forward, hard.
I cry out, nails raking down Clay’s biceps. Xander sets the rhythm, brutal but perfect, and every thrust punches Clay deeper into me, over and over, until I’m sobbing.
Xander leans over Clay’s shoulder, theeth grazing his ear. “Feel that, love? That’s me fucking you into our girl. Both of you… mine.” He punctuates the last declaration with a sharp thrust that has my breath catching.
My head still hangs over the edge of the bed, but each thrust from Xander has Clay slamming into me, pushing my body closer to Joshua, who slides his fingers into my hair, curling gently but firmly at the nape of my neck.
He tilts my head back farther over the edge, and my throat opens like an offering.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, dragging his cock across my swollen lips, no doubt leaving a shiny trail over them.
On instinct, I open wide, and he slides his length in again until my nose is buried in his balls, throat pulsing around him as I try to swallow.
I can’t breathe, can’t think, can only take, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Joshua palms my breast, squeezing hard enough that my nipple throbs between his fingers. “These tits,” he groans out, pinching and rolling the peak until it’s swollen and aching. “Fucking perfect.”
His free hand glides down the curve of my belly, fingers spreading wide over the soft jiggle Xander’s thrusts keep sending through me with every punishing snap.
Then he finds my clit—already slick, oversensitive—and rubs tight, merciless circles, matching the shallow, deliberate rhythm of his cock sliding in and out of my throat.
I’m lost.
Xander’s driving Clay into my pussy with every brutal snap of his hips. Clay’s cock drags over my G-spot, while Joshua owns my throat so completely I swear I feel him throbbing all the way down to the hollow at the base of my neck.
Just when I think this can’t get any hotter, Joshua’s hand slides up until his palm wraps around the front of my throat. His fingers span wide, thumb resting over my pulse point, the rest curling around the column of my neck so he can feel everything.
“Fuck… look at that.” He groans low. “I can feel myself right here.” He presses just enough to emphasize it—the thick ridge of his cock sliding deeper, the bulge moving under his own palm. “Stretching your pretty throat. Filling you up from the inside out.”
My eyes flutter, tears leaking sideways from the angle, from the pressure, from how impossibly full I am everywhere. I moan muffled around him, and the vibration makes his hips jerk forward, pushing even deeper until my nose brushes his balls again.
So full.
Can’t think.
“God, Carolina,” he rasps, his thumb stroking the outline of his own cock through my skin like he’s tracing a claim. “You feel that? Our perfect girl… taking all three of us like you were made for it.”
Xander growls behind Clay, hips snapping harder, driving Clay so deep I feel him in my cervix, while a hand reaches around Clay and starts to rub my clit. “She was made for it.”
Oh, Dio.
“Come for us one more time, my Carolina,” Joshua murmurs. “Show us how good you feel like this.”
Xander’s fingers turn merciless on my clit, faster, harder, and with the perfect pressure that makes my hips jerk against Clay’s.
Clay moans, the wet slap of skin on skin filling the room.
And I break.
The orgasm slams into me, and my pussy clamps down on Clay so hard he shouts, his whole body seizing. My back arches off the bed as I scream, and Joshua pulls his cock from my throat in time for the sound to tear free, echoing off the walls.
“Fuck… kitten—” Clay chokes, hips stuttering as he comes hard, pulsing hot inside me, filling me so full I can feel every spurt. He whimpers, trembling between us hard until Xander’s rhythm falters.
Xander pushes forward, burying himself in Clay’s ass and comes with a guttural groan of our names against Clay’s shoulder. His hips continue to jolt and grind through aftershocks before he pulls out slowly with a hiss between his teeth.
Clay whines at the loss, cock slipping free of me with a wet sound. A rush of cum follows, dripping from my swollen pussy, and sliding down my ass, pooling beneath me on the sheets.
There’s only breathing in the silence as we all try to calm our racing hearts.
I’m boneless, breathless, and utterly claimed.
Held so completely, there’s nowhere left to fall.
Joshua leans down and kisses the tears from my temples. “Look at that pretty mess,” he whispers. “All ours.”
Xander and Clay collapse beside me, chests heaving. But Joshua isn’t done. I open my mouth to beg—fuck my throat again, please—but he’s already moving, sliding onto the bed beside me.
He flips me gently onto my side, my back pressed to his chest, his arm banding under my breasts, holding me close. A warm hand glides down my thigh, hooks my leg, and drapes it over his hip. Then he lines up and slides home in one slow thrust.
I whimper at how full and overstimulated I feel. Joshua’s cock drags along every sensitive inch of me, stretching me open again, and claiming the mess Clay left behind.
Xander spoons Clay now beside me, mouthing at the marks on his neck, while Clay’s half-hard cock smears across my thigh, leaving wet trails. Xander’s eyes lock with mine over Clay’s shoulder, both of them watching me getting fucked by their best friend.
Xander licks a slow stripe up Clay’s neck, then bites his ear. “Taste me on her later?”
Clay’s grin is pure filth. “Fuck yes.”
Joshua’s strokes grow harder, and his hand slips over my belly once more, humming in my ear when his fingers find my clit again.
“Love every single inch of you. God, I could fuck you forever,” he whispers, lips brushing the shell.
I’m already close again, oversensitive, and shaking. Clay leans over and sucks my nipple into his hot mouth, teeth grazing, making me jerk. Xander reaches over him and pinches my other nipple in time with Joshua’s thrusts.
Joshua presses his lips to my ear. “I love you,” he breathes out, then sucks my earlobe between his teeth.
I come again, even harder this time. Tears spill hot down my temples as my pussy clamps around him, my belly quivering against his palm. I sob his name, sob all their names, coming undone in the safest place I’ve ever known.
Joshua groans and slams deep one last time, hips flush to my ass, cock pulsing as he fills me. His forehead drops to my shoulder blade, breath ragged against my sweat-damp skin, his arms locked around my waist like he never wants to let go.
I don’t want him to. Ever.
The others release my nipples, but Clay surges up to cup my face and kiss me sweetly, swallowing the last of my whimpers.
I’m still panting, trembling, the tears drying on my cheeks.
We stay tangled—sweaty, sticky, perfect—for what feels like forever. Just breathing each other in.
Eventually, Joshua presses one last kiss to my temple, then eases out slowly. I whine at the sudden emptiness, his cum now leaking from me with Clay’s, so warm down my thighs. He slips off the bed and pads to the bathroom, while I roll onto my back, but he’s back in seconds, two washcloths in hand.
Throwing one at Xander, he grins before he starts cleaning my thighs, my pussy, my belly, pressing kisses to every inch he tends.
Xander finishes cleaning up Clay first and tosses his cloth aside.
I take a deep, steadying breath, and Clay takes it as an invitation to nuzzle my tits and lick a slow path up between them.
Then he latches onto my nipple again, sucking softly.
A spark of heat flares low in my gut despite everything we just did.
“Gonna clean you up proper, kitten,” he murmurs against my skin, tongue flicking. “Then we’re doing that again.”
Xander chuckles. “We give her ten minutes to breathe. Then I’m fucking that pretty ass too.”
Fuck, yes.
I earned this.
Joshua slides back into bed beside me and pulls me half onto his chest. His fingers stroke the damp hair from my forehead, thumb tracing my cheekbone. “We’re so proud of you. Forever.”
I’m almost drifting, surrounded by fairy lights and cum and love.
“Always,” I mumble, lips brushing his skin.
And I mean it with everything I am.
They taught me that family isn’t where you come from.
It’s where you keep coming back to.
And I will keep coming back to them, every single day…
… for the rest of my life.