Epilogue #2
Mateo didn’t fight it, lifting the silk top up and pulling it off my shoulders before tossing it down to the floorboard.
I was completely naked now, exposed and legs spread wide over his lap, his thick throbbing cock waiting to find its way inside of me.
His hands caressed me, moving all over me as he reveled in bringing me to the point of begging.
I wasn’t past it when it came to them.
I would only ever beg again for them.
“Please,” I whined desperately as his fingers rubbed up and down against my clit.
He lifted me up again, this time positioning the thick head of his cock right at my entrance, no warning or declaration before penetrating me with the full length of his steel.
“Oh fuck!” I gasped.
“Do you think he can make you come before we get home, Flower?” Ronan teased, pressing the button on the smartscreen display of the car to show the GPS estimated time of arrival at less than six minutes.
I shook my head, knowing it would only increase the challenge and fuel Mateo to prove me wrong even though I knew damn well it would likely not take him more than four. He pulled out of me, emptying me, and leaving me with an aching need.
“Drop your knees to the floorboard,” he commanded, bending me over the middle console so that I was smack dab between Santos and Ronan.
He pulled my arms out from behind me, placing my ankles in each hand before I felt his palm press against my low back, urging me to tilt my tailbone up towards him.
His hand moved to the back of my head, pushing me down further into the middle console so that my breasts were smashed up against it. I moved my cheek to the side. I was turned to see Santos, eyes full of lust and desire like he was wishing he’d picked the back seat himself instead.
His nostrils flared and he adjusted himself with the next thrust of Mateos cock slamming deep inside of me.
I cried out, biting my lip as each thrust of his hips hit deep inside, bringing me closer and closer to unraveling.
Santos moved my hair out of my face, tucking it behind my ear while his eyes stayed glued to my face, like my expression was the best thing he’d seen yet.
“How good does his cock feel, morena?”
“So good. So good,” I mumbled, the discomfort of my position somehow making it easier to lose myself to the pleasure.
Ronan chuckled, the engine roaring louder letting me know he’d stepped heavily onto the accelerator.
“Half a mile,” Santos announced, his taunting forcing Mateo to pull all the way out before sending his full length deep inside of me all at once. His fingers found the bundle of nerves between my legs, giving me just enough of the friction I craved to let go.
Three more full thrusts and the build up inside me finally crashed, my orgasm pulling me under, forcing me to let go of my ankles and cry my release in Santos’ direction while Mateo kept my head pressed down and thrusted into me repeatedly.
He didn’t come, but he tucked himself into his pants regardless.
Ronan peeled into the driveway, the car drifting slightly from the use of the emergency break at such a high speed before we came to a full stop.
Ronan jumped out of the driver’s seat and dashed in front of us, barking spanish orders at anyone who might have been hanging around out in the open as he yelled at them to go into their rooms.
I screamed as Mateo tossed me over his shoulder, naked, ass bare and facing the sun. I lifted my head off his back to see Santos following close behind, his eyes narrowed as he focused on me with a predatory gaze.
I moaned hard with the feeling of a hard hand against my backside as we crossed the threshold, not having to be told that it came from Ronan before seeing the satisfactory smile plastered across his face.
Mateo carried me past the living area and out into the courtyard, dropping me onto a long leather bench.
The three of them loomed over me without moving, they were lethal, mine.
We were always together now, always the four of us.
Santos was the first to drop his pants to the floor, his pierced cock standing tall and threatening me with pleasure.
“You know, we can take turns right?” I laughed, but their expressions remained hard.
“But you scream so much louder when it's the three of us ruining that greedy cunt of yours.” Ronan’s words were so filthy they alone had the power to start the fire inside me up again.
“Make room.” Santos closed in on me, sitting behind me and practically pulling me onto his lap with my ass over his cock while his hands traveled down my thighs.
He spread my knees apart, running his fingers up and down my slit. I dropped my head back to his shoulder, a moan falling through my lips as his touch sparked pleasure all the way through my body. Ronan turned around, walking through the courtyard and back indoors.
“Where are you going?” Mateo shouted to him.
“I’ll be back.”
I switched my focus to the way Santos’ hands moved up and down my body, caressing me, moving over the sensitive parts of my thighs before he’d slip a finger or two inside me briefly. Always teasing, never fully committing, and driving me wild with want.
“Oh fuck, morena. You’re drenched.” He lifted his fingers up to show me the proof, shoving them in my mouth to lick clean.
I swirled my tongue around them, before he pulled them from my mouth with a loud popping sound.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged through my whispers.
Mateo chuckled, stepping closer to the edge of the bench, where my cunt dripped down over the leather fabric. I was sensitive everywhere, aching to be touched and for the next release when he lowered his head between my legs and slipped his tongue inside me.
I gasped, my fingernails gripping tight around Santos’ forearms.
They lifted my hips up into the air, Mateo’s mouth staying locked around my clit even as Santos impaled me onto his thick shaft. I shuddered at him filling me up, each bar of his Jacob’s ladder rubbing up against me in the most delicious way.
He thrusted into me, each time a wild spark of pleasure surging through me, threatening to bring me closer to ruin as pleasure spread throughout my body. Tremors took over me as I convulsed from pleasure around Santos’ cock.
Mateo’s head lifted up from between my legs just as Ronan reappeared, taking his shirt off and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a clear bottle.
“Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, reina?” Santos whispered in my ear.
“No,” Ronan answered for me, dropping his pants down and stepping out of them before he coated his cock in lube.
He threw it in our direction, barely giving Santos the heads up he needed to catch it.
“You don’t want me to—” Santos started.
“I want to feel those bars against my cock while we're both inside her,” Ronan explained with a smirk.
“Wait, what?” I finally understood what he was suggesting, worrying about what state they wanted to leave my poor pussy in.
Rest In Peace.
“You can handle it. You can handle anything, can’t you?” He taunted me as Santos’ fingers locked tighter around my hips.
He layed back on the bench, bringing me down with him so that my back was pressed to his chest. Ronan climbed over us, his hard abs against me and sandwiching me between the two of them.
“Oh fuck, you’re dripping, flower.” Ronan exhaled into my ear.
Santos pulled out of me just enough to allow for Ronan to push the tip of his cock inside me, both of them in the same hole was way too much. Way too intense, and he wasn’t even fully in yet.
“Oh shit. Oh fuck!” I cried, Mateo laughing from the side with his manhood in his hands, stroking up and down and making me lick my lips with desire.
He walked towards me like he could read my thoughts. Each step closer Ronan pushed himself deeper inside me, coating himself in my arousal and filling me up. I reached out, wrapping my hand over Mateo’s cock and earning the sound of his pleasure.
He groaned, his fingers pinching my nipples and squeezing my breasts with a gentle touch. Santos and Ronan moved slowly at first, until they’d both found their way fully inside me, bottoming out and wrecking me with a fullness that was near maddening.
And then they moved on their own terms, uncoordinated and out of sync in a purposeful way so that Ronan would feel every single one of Santos’ piercings against his cock as well. He dropped his head to my shoulder, biting down like it was nearly too much for him too.
I felt my climax building inside me again, every thrust of their hips taking me deeper into an altered state where I could feel myself losing the ability to feel anything but bliss. It erupted all around me, taking Santos with me as he held me tight against his body and emptied his release into me.
Santos pulled out of me, and Ronan lifted off of us so he could roll out from under me.
Ronan laid down on the bench and I crawled over him, sitting on his erection once more and grinding down on him.
I felt Mateo’s hot hand pressing onto my spine, urging me to lean forward as he settled in behind me.
I opened my eyes to find Santos’ cock, still covered in cum right in front of my face, almost dripping onto Ronan’s forehead.
I opened my mouth to take him in just as Mateo squeezed the bottle of lube over my ass and let it slide down my crack.
I hollowed my cheeks, relaxing my throat as Mateo thrusted his fingers into me from behind.
First one, then two and eventually three fingers filled my ass and moved at a slow and delicious pace.
I cried out again as Ronan began to move once more, all three of them finding a new rhythm together, filling all of my holes and forcing me to fall apart again, making me come until I was nothing but an empty bag of bones being handled by them.