Hands grab my breasts. Squeeze. It takes me a second to realize it’s Reuben. He wants my attention now, and I have no choice but to give it to him.
Especially when he drags me off Zachary, lands on his back, and puts me down on top of him.
My legs go to either side of his hips, and I drop my head when I feel cool air over my pussy. I’m spread open, perfectly poised for Zach and Apollo and Cass when Rube shoves the first inch of his cock inside me.
A hand caresses my ass. Slaps me—hard. I turn around, expecting it to be Zach…but it’s Apollo.
I lock eyes with Zach, and he moves around me on his knees.
Rube pulls his dick out and uses the crown to massage my clit. And then he grabs a fistful of my hair and drags me down for a kiss.
Which sticks my ass right into the air.
So no surprise someone licks me from pussy to ass and then sticks their tongue inside me. I whimper into Rube’s kiss, and he pulls back my head as if wondering what’s going on.
I can’t even look back. I have no idea who’s tongue fucking me. And when a second mouth joins the first, I have even less of a clue who’s doing what back there. But when Zachary comes into my peripheral view stroking his dick…
Well, it could only be Apollo and Cass back there.
One of them shoves a pair of fingers inside me. Fuck, for all I know, they each have a finger in there.
My mouth falls open, bliss quivering through me as Rube keeps rubbing his dick over my clit.
“Fuck, I’m getting close,” I warn him. Them.
They don’t listen.
They don’t fucking care.
Whoever’s fucking me with their finger, they start picking up the pace. Their hand thumps into my pubic bone, sending a violent pulse through me with each impact.
There’s a mouth on my clit now. A tongue that keeps lapping against my entrance. Another finger on my back door.
When Rube tightens his fist in my hair and shoves my head to the side, my mouth is already open for Zach’s dick.
Not because I was expecting Rube to force me to suck him, but because I’m gasping for air.
Rube uses his grip to slide my mouth over Zach’s cock, keeping up a steady rhythm. Then he grabs one of my hands, leaving me balancing like a tripod, and wraps my fingers around his dick.
I’ve never had to multi-task like this before. I don’t even know if I’m doing anything right.
But when a mouth latches onto my clit and starts sucking as his tongue flicks that sensitive nub, my climax speeds closer.
A second mouth licks my pussy as the pair of fingers ramming inside me slow…slow…stop.
“Fuck!” I pant out. “No! Don’t stop!”
But they do. Apollo and Cass pull back, leaving me a shaking, shivering wreck seconds away from a climax.
And then I realize why when Rube wraps his hand around my fingers, and helps me guide his cock to my entrance.
He uses the tip to push apart my lips, and slowly sinks the first inch into me.
Zach moves to the back.
Hands grab my ass and gently urge me to part even more.
And then a second cock brushes my pussy.
“No!” If I could have looked back, I would have, but Rube’s still got his fist in my hair. “No, you won’t fit!”
Zach lets out a dark chuckle. “Exactly what you said,” he says.
Then he drags his dick up and pushes it against my backdoor.
“No! Fuck!” I start struggling.
There’s no way I can handle this. It’s too much. Who the fuck was I kidding?
Rube grabs my head, brings me down close. “If you can take me, then you take him too.”
“No, please!” I’m still struggling, and Zach’s dick slips away from its target.
“Hold her down,” he growls.
Immediately, I have a hand on each thigh. Apollo and Cass force my legs open wider, and one of them even wraps an arm around my waist, holding me steady.
Someone starts teasing my clit with their fingertips. I hear someone spit, and feel wetness on my skin.
Zachary tests that too-tight opening again with his dick. “God, you’re fucking beautiful.”
Teeth nip my ass.
I’m done trying to figure out who’s doing what. I’m drowning in ecstasy.
Fingers touch my pussy lips, drag me open.
The arm around my waist forces me down, and Rube’s cock thrusts into me. Fingers stroke my backdoor the second Zach’s dick slips away, but it’s only to spread some lubrication. Because then he’s back, and he’s forcing himself inside me.
“No, God, please!” I’m sobbing. Choking.
I feel like I’m bursting, but there’s no pain. Just so much fucking pleasure I don’t know what to do with it.
I let out a hoarse scream when someone comes on my back with a groan.
And then Rube drags me down for a kiss. Filling my mouth with his tongue, as my pussy is forced down onto his cock.
When I come, the world stops.
I can’t breathe.
My body locks up.
And then the agony of pure bliss hits me. Warm wetness slides out of me as Rube starts fucking me. As Zach eases his cock in and out of my backdoor.
“Fuck her harder,” Cass commands behind me. “I want to hear her scream.”
And they hold me down so Rube can do just that.
And I do scream.
And then I cry.
And then I come again while I’m still recovering from my last orgasm.
But when Rube’s ready, and I see his face tightening, feel his dick throb, I grab his face and I kiss him as hard as I can.
Because I’m theirs. Wholly. Truly. To do with whatever they please. To admire, to worship, to satisfy, to fuck.
All they ask is that I accept the fact that they all need me. Each and every one of them.
And I do.
Because I need them just as much.
I’ve finally found my real family. They’re kind and loving and genuine.
Everything a family should be.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Trinity
I’m met with the aroma of baking bread, coffee, and bacon when I walk downstairs. My mouth is already watering by the time I reach the kitchen and see Cass at the cooker.
“Smells incredible,” I tell him, sliding onto one of the bar stools in the breakfast nook so I can watch him while he cooks.
I never knew he was such a keen chef. But he’s a hedonist like me, and food is one of our weaknesses.
He turns, bathing me with a gorgeous smile as he takes me in from head to toe. “Morning, my beautiful mess,” he says.
I laugh, not even bothering to disagree.
My curls are all over the place, the shirt I found on the floor to cover up my nakedness before coming downstairs happens to be Apollo’s too-big vest, and I’m pretty sure I have at least five hickeys on my neck.
Don’t forget the fact that I barely had any sleep last night. I’m surprised I’m not walking with a limp.
“This beautiful mess needs coffee,” I groan, but Cass puts up his spatula in warning when I attempt to climb off my bar stool.
“What did I say about setting foot in my kitchen when I’m cooking?”
I quirk an eyebrow at him, but I stay where I am. I’ve had my ass pummeled with that spatula before, and I don’t think I can handle that level of sheer eroticism so early in the morning.