Chapter Eleven
Chapter Eleven
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Hadley
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“What the fuck took you so long, woman?” they each growl at me.
Before my next breath, I’m swept into their arms, and I keep them locked against me as tightly as they do me. Each one of them kisses me differently.
Edison is dominant. Cristian is protective. Dayton pushes me over the edge, then catches me before I fall.
While Dayton and Cristian strip me of my clothes, Edison takes my nipple into his mouth and, between sucks and nibbles, takes me to another sphere altogether.
My knees buckle when Cristian slips in next to him and repeatedly licks his tongue across the nipple of my other breast until I’m shaking with need.
I yelp in surprise to find Dayton down on his knees before me. He lifts my leg and tosses it over his shoulder, and then I feel his lips travel up my thighs to my drenched center.
A flood of shyness washes over me. It’s so intimate I want to shut my thighs close, but Cristian sinks his teeth into my nipple while Edison reaches behind me, slides his finger through my wetness, and then probes my bottom hole with the same finger.
I can barely stand on my own two feet when Dayton eventually lays his mouth over my pussy and draws me in so deeply, my spine turns to jelly.
“Ours,” Dayton says, looking up at me as he licks my wetness off his lips before he tastes me again. I couldn’t stop the orgasm charging through me if I had superhuman strength.
My climax is so powerful, I worry I might pass out, so I frantically search for their cocks, my actions based on nothing but female instinct. I need to anchor myself with their shafts in my hands, in my mouth. My greed is so all-consuming, I’ve turned feral.
They don’t disappoint as they unbutton their jeans and their cocks slip out. I take an immediate step back. I’m overwhelmed by their size and suddenly frightened that taking them inside me is truly going to hurt.
“Touch us,” Edison instructs.
Tentatively, I reach my hand out.
“No,” he says. “Wet your hand first.”
Initially, I don’t understand him, but then I do. They want me to touch myself, wet my hand, and then touch them.
I close my eyes, but then Dayton orders me to keep them open and fixed on them.
Blood red with a mixture of need and mortification, I touch myself, sinking my fingers into my wetness and then spreading it over the heat of their shafts, painting the thick knot of veins with my essence.
I keep going back for more, pushing my fingers deeper inside me, and every time I do, their cocks get bigger.
“Now suck us, sweetheart, and see what we taste like together.”
I do, and our combined tastes are addictive. I’m in a frantic loop of dipping into my wetness, spreading it over them, and then sucking them so deeply their pre-cum mixes with my wetness.
But soon my essence is not enough.
“I can’t get deep enough inside me,” I cry helplessly.
“You want me to put my cock as deep inside of you as I can to see how wet you are?” Cristian asks. I whimper and nod, already climbing onto him. He carries me to the bed, and by now I’m beyond frantic. I want him inside me immediately.
“Easy, sweetheart. It’s going to hurt,” Cristian says softly as he towers above me.
“I need you right now,” I reply and guide his cock into my pussy. I misjudged everything, from his size to mine to the fact that I could handle it and be okay. But the instant he seated himself inside me, kissing away the sharp cries that escaped my mouth, the wondrousness of it all sinks into me.
Cristian flipped us around and, taking control of my body, he made me come all over his cock. And then, instantly, I did. I slipped out of him and sucked his cock deep into my mouth, satiating my hunger for a bit.
Edison took me next, my body opening for him through sheer need as I brushed aside the pain of being stretched to accommodate their unusually large lengths and girths. When he makes me come, I do the same to his cock, sweeping up our essence with my tongue and savoring the taste.
Dayton takes me last and pushes me the hardest. He uses my freshly de-virgined body the way he wants. He keeps me fully rooted to him, his hand threaded through my hair until I realize why.
Behind me, Edison and Cristian part my ass cheeks. My body quivers with fear and deviance but need wins overwhelmingly.
The scent of coconut oil fills the air before I feel them brush the tight rings of my bottom hole with the oil. I brace myself as they deepen their fingers. They fill me with the oil until it leaks from me, and then they add more.
The burn is like nothing I’ve felt before. Tears drip from my eyes onto Dayton’s chest, but still I push back, creating resistance without intentionally meaning to.
As if they passed a silent signal between them, Dayton starts to pound into me, harder and deeper, hitting my cervix, the head of his cock bumping against Edison’s and Cristian’s fingers in my bottom hole.
I come with such mind-blowing violence; it feels like an out-of-body experience.
Dayton slips from my pussy and forces my head to his cock. Thirstily, I suck all the dewy essence off him, replenishing this new need inside me. But he doesn’t let go of my hair, pulling harder as he teases my lips, pulling back when I try to capture him with my mouth.
And then my world goes red. Edison and Cristian line their cocks up against my thoroughly lubricated hole.
My mind bends as they slip into me. Panic sails through me like lava, and I want to move away. It’s too much. They’re too big.
“Open your mouth, sweetheart,” Dayton says, and I do. A flood of his cum fills my mouth. The stream is so copious, I choke, trying to breathe through my nose as I swallow every drop he’s ejaculating between my lips.
While I’m so distracted by feasting on Dayton’s cock, Edison and Cristian drive theirs home inside my bottom hole.
Dayton’s cum leaks from my lips. I claw at his chest, trying to climb over him, but he anchors me, and in one maneuver he slides underneath me and slips his semi-hard cock into my pussy while he softly kisses my lips, my jaw.
The sensation is so surreal, I don’t dare breathe.
“We love you, Hadley.”
“We loved you before we even knew you.”
“You were ours the instant you walked down that aisle.”
Tears drip down my face with abandon. I can’t believe their words, and yet they seem so right, so real.
“I love you,” I whisper. “Forever and always. I loved you since the moment I first saw your handsome faces in a picture,” I say through tears.
I give myself over to them, without holding back. They, in turn, hold me tighter, bury themselves deeper inside my body as if they can’t get deep enough, and pour their essences into me, filling me up until I’m radiating with their love for me.
Ours is a romance to last an eternity.