Bonus Chapter #2
Every glance, every seemingly innocent touch, builds to this moment.
“You look beautiful tonight, Sloane,” Creed murmurs.
I swallow hard, my heart thudding against my ribs. Roman moves behind me, his chest pressing against my back, his skin hot against mine. His lips skim the shell of my ear, sending a jolt of electricity straight down my spine.
“I’m so glad you’re ours,” he murmurs, his breath warm on my neck.
Ezra’s fingers tilt my chin up, his eyes dark and molten with desire.
“All ours,” he says, before he leans in, claiming my mouth in a slow, devastating kiss.
Creed’s hands slide beneath my bra, his calloused fingers pushing it over my breasts, the rough pads of his thumbs dragging over my now rock-hard nipples. Roman’s fingers trace my spine, slow and possessive, each vertebra a tiny hill under his touch.
Ezra groans, a deep, gravelly sound that vibrates through his chest. His hands move down my sides, his grip firm as his gaze sweeps over me, hungry. “So perfect.”
Roman’s fingers trail lightly over my ribs, teasing just above the waistband of my panties. “You really are.”
I shiver as his fingers brush lower, the sensation light but enough to send a thrill through me. Creed steps closer, kneeling before me, his hands settling on my hips. He presses a soft kiss to my stomach before carefully sliding my panties down.
The feel of the cool floor beneath my feet helps ground me as Ezra’s strong hands capture my wrists, pulling them behind my back. His breath is warm against my ear, sending a shiver down my spine.
“Let’s see how far you’re willing to go,” he murmurs. “Wifey.”
Roman’s palm presses against my back, guiding me downward. I obey, sinking to my knees.
Ezra moves in front of me, his presence commanding as he unbuckles himself, freeing his thick length. His eyes darken as he watches me, waiting. “Open.”
I do.
The taste of him is intoxicating, the smooth glide against my tongue making him groan.
Creed’s hands trail up my thighs, his mouth leaving soft, open-mouthed kisses along my skin before his fingers spread me open from behind. “You’re dripping for us.”
I whimper as Creed’s tongue finds me, his hands gripping my hips, keeping me exactly where he wants me.
Roman groans, watching, his hand working steadily. “I could watch this all night.”
But he isn’t content to watch.
A moment later, his fingers tangle in my hair, tilting my head back so he can claim my mouth, stealing my breath.
Ezra pulls away, fisting himself, eyes locked on my lips.
Roman growls against my mouth, then grips my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze. “You ready to take us, baby?”
Creed presses one last kiss to my skin before straightening. “You look ready.”
Ezra stands before me, his presence overwhelming, his grip firm as he curls his fingers into my hair.
“Open wider,” he orders.
I obey, parting my lips, my pulse racing as he slides inside again. The stretch of him makes my thighs clench together.
“Perfect,” he groans, his grip tightening in my hair as I take him deeper.
Behind me, Creed’s hands are already on me, spreading me open, teasing my center. I hear his zipper pull down, and I feel his cock rest against me.
“So beautiful like this,” he murmurs, his fingers brushing over me, never giving me enough.
I moan, the sound vibrating through Ezra, and he curses, his hips jerking forward. Creed’s fingers press inside me, slow at first, adding another, stretching me, making me gasp. Ezra’s grip tightens.
“Don’t stop,” he growls.
I don’t. I hollow my cheeks, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my throat relaxing as he moves. My eyes fix on Roman, watching as he shimmies himself out of his clothing, a strip tease just for me.
And then Roman thrusts inside.
Stars explode behind my eyes, the sensation of him filling me, stretching me, overwhelming. I’m lost, adrift in a sea of sensation, drowning in the sheer intensity of it all.
Roman drives into me hard, his grip on my thighs bruising, fingers digging into my soft flesh.
“Fuck,” he grits out, teeth clenched, eyes wild. “You feel incredible, Sloane.”
Creed’s fingers drag through my wetness, spreading it over my inner thighs, smearing me with my own arousal. “That’s because we’ve been teasing her for too long. She’s desperate for this.”
Ezra chuckles from beside me.
“Not just this. All of it. Our hands. Our mouths. Our cocks.” His fingers wrap around my throat, applying the slightest pressure, enough to make me dizzy with need. “She wants to be sent wild.”
My entire body clenches, a whimper slipping past my lips as Roman pulls back and thrusts deep again, hitting that spot inside me that makes my vision blur.
Creed smirks, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on my skin. “Oh, she liked that.”
Roman groans, his pace picking up, the sound of our flesh slapping together filling the air.
“Yeah? You like being fucked like this, babe?” His thumb drags over my swollen clit, making my hips jerk against him. “Like knowing we’re gonna take you apart, use you up, and make you beg for more?”
“Yes,” I gasp, my head tipping back, eyes fluttering closed. “Yes.”
Roman’s pace turns brutal, his thrusts sending shockwaves through my body as pleasure coils, sharp and tight, another orgasm already building.
I’m on the edge. I know I am, and much as I adore this sensation, there’s nothing I can do to keep me here.
Roman has me shattering.
The orgasm slams into me like a tidal wave, my throat tightening as I scream.
Roman curses, pulling out at the last second, his hand wrapping around his cock as he spills over me, groaning through clenched teeth.
Before I can even catch my breath, Creed is in front of me, parting my lips with his thick crown. I take him in inch by inch until the head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
“Fuck,” Creed bursts out, his fingers tightening in my hair as I suck him deeper. “You look so damn good like this.”
Ezra groans behind me, his fingers still working me open, his other hand stroking his cock.
“Almost ready, baby,” he murmured. “Almost.”
Roman kneels beside me, his palm gripping my ass, spreading me even wider. “Think you can take it?”
Creed pulls back, his cock slipping from my mouth, his thumb brushing over my spit-slick lips. “She’s ready.”
Ezra doesn’t hesitate. He presses against my tight ring of muscle, his cock pushing in slow, stretching me open in a way that burns, a way that has my fingers curling into fists.
“Breathe, baby,” Creed soothes, his fingers stroking my jaw. I gasp, my body fighting the intrusion, but Ezra doesn’t stop.
“Take it,” he orders. “Take every inch.”
Roman’s fingers find my clit, rubbing slow circles, coaxing my body to relax, to give in, to accept the overwhelming fullness. When Ezra bottoms out, my entire body shudders.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips. “So damn tight.”
Creed’s cock presses against my lips again, and I take him greedily, needing the distraction, needing more. Roman’s grip turns bruising as he drags his tongue down my spine, his teeth scraping over my sensitive skin. “You’re completely fucking ruined now, Sloane.”
I moan around Creed’s cock, my body trembling, wrecked in the most delicious way. Ezra pulls out slightly, then thrusts back in, slow at first, testing my limits.
Creed groans, his hips pushing forward, fucking my mouth deeper.
“That’s it,” Roman murmurs, his fingers tightening on my ass. “Taking everything we give you.”
Ezra’s thrusts turn rougher, deeper, each one forcing Creed further down my throat, making my eyes water, my body helpless beneath them.
“Fucking perfect,” Ezra growls. “I can’t get enough.”
Roman’s fingers tighten in my hair, pulling my head back slightly so he can see the mess I’ve become… my lips swollen and wet, Creed’s cock still deep in my throat, my body shaking from the sheer intensity of it. Creed pulls out just enough to let me gasp for air before pushing back in.
“Swallow me down, baby,” he commands. “Let me feel that throat tighten.”
I obey, taking him deeper, sucking harder, my entire body burning with overstimulation, with sheer, filthy pleasure.
Roman chuckles, dragging his nails down my back, the slight sting making me whimper. “You’re going to come like this, aren’t you? Stuffed full, used exactly how you need to be.”
Ezra’s thrusts turn savage, relentless, sending me closer, higher, my body teetering on the edge of madness.
Creed’s cock throbs against my tongue, his grip in my hair tightening. “I’m gonna fill this perfect mouth, Sloane. You gonna swallow every drop?”
I moan, the vibrations making him curse, his hips snapping forward. Roman’s fingers move faster on my clit, his free hand gripping my ass, smacking it hard. The sharp sting sends me spiraling.
The orgasm rips through me, my entire body convulsing, clenching down so tight around Ezra that he groans, spilling deep inside me with a rough curse. Creed isn’t far behind, his cock pulsing, his release flooding my mouth as he growled my name.
“Swallow it, baby,” he orders, wrecked.
I do, licking him clean, savoring the taste of him, my body still trembling from the aftershocks.
Ezra pulls out slowly, his fingers tracing over my wrecked, used body. “Fuck, we ruined you.”
Roman smirks, flipping me onto my back, his hands spreading my thighs wide, his gaze burning as he stares down at me.
“You really are special, Sloane. Best wife ever.”
The end.