Chapter 67
Chapter Sixty-Seven
CARTER
“Enough,” I say to Killian. I’ve had enough watching, and I’m dying to eat her pussy.
I’m addicted to Heather’s flavor, and am obsessed with the fact that hers is the only pussy I’ll ever taste for the rest of my life.
Killian and Knox step back from her, and I scoop her into my arms and move to the bedroom.
Setting her on her feet, I pull her lingerie over her head as she lifts her hands up.
“You’ll keep the stockings and shoes on because you look fucking sexy for us, but I need access to your gorgeous body.”
She turns around, facing me, and I nearly lose my mind from simply looking at her. She is stunning in nothing but black stockings and heels. Her tits are on full display for us, her nipples pebbled as if they’re begging for us to play with them.
Dragging my fingers down her throat, I stare at Heather, her eyes filled with need as she parts her lips and moans my name.
“Carter.”
Jesus. I fucking love how my name sounds on her lips.
“Lie down on the bed. Legs spread wide for me.”
Climbing onto the foot of the bed, she crawls until she gets to the head, and I nearly fucking combust. Judging by Killian's groan, he isn’t far behind me on that.
“Fuuuck, wife.”
She rolls over onto her back, and Kill and Knox get on the bed beside her, near her head. Knox kisses her first, and then Killian, as I get between her legs and inhale the sweet scent of her pussy.
“You’re going to drench my face. I will not stop until my face is dripping with your wetness. It doesn’t matter how much you beg for a cock. You won’t get one until you’ve satisfied my need. Do you understand?”
Her response is a loud moan as she bucks her hips when she feels the first touch of my tongue. I swirl circles around her clit as Knox and Kill pinch her nipples.
When she starts thrashing around, I pin her thighs back.
“You will hold fucking still while I eat your cunt, Little Heathen. Lie there and take it.”
She cries out as my brothers each take a nipple into their mouths and I do the same with her clit, sucking hard, the way she likes it.
“Carter, please!”
“Mmm,” I hum, “What are you begging for, wife?”
She digs her nails into my brother's heads as she whimpers, desperate for more.
“I need you inside me.”
She knows she’s not getting our cocks yet, but I push three fingers inside her to give her a little relief.
I twist my fingers inside her while I flick my tongue over her clit. She screams as she wraps her legs around my head, her heels digging into my back.
Knox and Kill lick and nip all over her upper body and she cries out again, this time as she trembles with the force of an orgasm running through her gorgeous body.
“Please, fuck me. I’ll do anything. Please!”
Killian chuckles softly against her skin.
“Such a desperate fucking slut.”
I pull my fingers out of her and get onto my knees.
Lining my cock up with her entrance, I slide into her pussy, watching where we are connected.
I fucking love the visual of her taking me.
It’s beautiful. Moving her legs over my shoulders, I pick up the pace and slam inside her pussy, burying myself to the hilt with every thrust as she moans for us.
“You feel so fucking good, Little Heathen.”
I reach between us and place my thumb on her clit and rub in circles while I fuck her. I pull out slowly and push back inside her with hard thrusts. Her pussy clenches onto my cock as she comes undone.
Fucking beautiful.
When her back arches off the bed as she screams my name, I lose all control. Grabbing onto her heels, I push forward and rail her with everything I’ve got. Our wife is stunning. My brothers take turns kissing her while her pussy tightens around cock. This woman—our woman — was made for us.
My entire body tingles as I finish inside her. It’s like a live wire running through me. This is what she does to me. It’s as if there’s an electrical current pulsing through my body into hers.
I pull out, and Killian moves quickly onto the bed beside her and instructs Heather to ride him while Knox gets behind her and pours lube into his palm.
Killian lowers her onto his cock, and I kneel on the bed beside them, desperate for her mouth.
I pull the pins out of her hair and throw them on the bedside table.
She moans as I run my fingers through her hair, like it was hurting and I’m relieving her of the pain.
I love when her hair is up because it shows off her pretty neck, but I like feeling her hair.
It’s soft and silky as it slips through my fingers with every stroke.
Wrapping her blonde hair around my fist, I pull her head slightly and press my lips to hers. She gasps into my mouth as Knox pushes inside her ass. I kiss her quickly before breaking it to praise her.
“You’re taking my brothers so well, Little Heathen. Like the fucking queen you are.”
Her eyes fill with unshed tears and for a moment I worry that they’re hurting her until she shakes her head.
“I love you—all of you—so much. I’m just being a stupid girl.”
Killian growls underneath her as he pushes inside her pussy hard.
“A fucking perfect girl. Our wife.”
She moans softly as her eyes roll back, pleasure visible as my brothers fuck her.
“I love being called your wife. It means something to me. Everything to me.”
Knox places his hands on her hips and fucks her as I watch her beautiful tits bounce with every movement.
“Carter!” she cries out, reaching for my face. I lean closer to her and kiss her, long and slow, licking at her sweet tongue. When she screams out in an orgasm, she does it in my mouth, her body trembling wildly.
Once both of my brothers come inside her, she collapses on Killian's chest with a long, drawn-out sigh.
“Please don’t let me wake up tomorrow and find this was all a dream.”
Knox places a soft kiss on her back before getting up.
“No, Tesoro, you’ll wake up tomorrow and realize you married three men who know they’ll never deserve you but will try every single day to be worthy of you. I’ll be back. I’m going to take a shower.”
Heather rolls off of Kill and pats the bed beside her, lips pulling up into a tired smile.
I move beside her as she giggles, sounding light and carefree.
“I need a minimum of two of my husbands at all times.”
“Needy girl.” Killian says with a smirk.
“The neediest.”
Heather rolls into my arms and I kiss the top of her head.
“Aftercare or sleep, wife?”
She yawns against my chest.
“I’ll take a rain check for the aftercare. I’m exhausted.”
Killian rubs her lower back as she moans sweetly.
“Sleep baby.”
Tomorrow we go to the asylum and deal with what’s left for us there. And then it’ll be fucking done.