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“You know what we want. Beg sweetly.”

That was Matteo. Fucking Spaniard. Always wanting to control.

“I said beg some more,” Matteo demanded from her.

Another roll of hips.

Oh fuck. She threw a heated, pleading gaze over her shoulder at him but it was Sevastyan’s hands pulling her back around. He tangled her hair around his fist and she opened for him. Pleasure mounted. Brimmed the edges of the dam holding her release at bay. Sevastyan’s thick, swollen head pushed between her lips. She mumbled through her pleasure and tried to not come, she really did, but the second Roman’s fingers brushed over her throbbing clit the game was over. She lost and broke their rule number three instantly.

She screamed through her release and their dark laughter.

“Bad girl,” murmured Sevastyan with a glint in his citrine eyes. He knew what had just happened and took pleasure in knowing she failed. “Now she’ll have to be punished.” He smiled.

She whimpered, shooting him a pleading look. But he paid no attention. His gaze was drawn to her lips and the way he stretched them wide. He drew from her mouth only to drive back in. He fucked her mouth slowly at first and then picked up his rhythm to match Matteo’s and Roman’s. Her body trembled and she savored the feel of him on her tongue.

His shaft thickened and she knew he was close. The sounds of them seeking pleasure hummed along the currents of cool air and filled the room. Moans, gasps, groans.

Sevastyan growled savagely as the first ropes of his release spilled down her throat.

“That’s it. Drink me,” Vastyan murmured sweetly to her. “Surrender and take me.”

She swallowed faster not wanting to waste a drop of his seed.

“Fuck, she’s milking me.” Roman gripped her sides and drove into her one final time before his hot seed pumped into her core. Her walls wrapped around him and she moved her hips taking him. Riding him through his release. His shaft pulsated and she loved how he filled her completely.

“You’re not done yet.”

Lucian tilted her chin up to him and he lowered his head. She moved to jerk away but he pulled her mouth back. “Give me what I want.”

So she did without reservation.

His lips caressed over hers briefly before his tongue pushed inside her mouth. He swiped, teased, and coaxed her into returning his kiss and she fell for him. Just like she did his three friends.

Matteo’s arms lifted her and Roman rolled from beneath her and that’s when she caught sight of the large black widow spread wide across his massive back.

Lucian took Roman’s place beneath her, reminding her they were far from done.

“I think you spilled something.” He fisted his cock and dragged the head through Roman’s milk before feeding it back inside her. He pressed the head to her entrance and they began again. Taking her. Sharing their pleasure with her and taking some for themselves.

“You’ll have to be quick, Lucian. I can’t hold out much longer. Her ass is virgin tight.”

Matteo’s voice came strained and she liked how tense he sounded. She did that to him. She shimmied her hips and took power from the way he groaned.

His shaft stretched her ass wider and just like with her Russian lover, she knew her Spanish lover neared his end.

“Hold onto me. Put your hands on my shoulders.” Rhia did as Lucian commanded.

Sevastyan held her hair from her face and took over kissing her. The man’s mouth was a godsend. He knew exactly when to slow and when to dive in for a deeper taste. Together they savored each other’s taste as Matteo and Lucian rode her hard.

One withdrew and one drove home. Low embers from her last release roared to life.

She tore away from Sevastyan’s lips. “I need to come. Please don’t make me wait. It’s too much. Too much,” she begged.

Lucian broke first. He pistoned harder and faster and his deep roar fed into her and onto Matteo. He drove home once more and together both men spilled their seed into her.

Sevastyan reached between them to find her clit as Lucian and Matteo slowed their wicked pace. It was just what she needed.

“Come now, kroshka. Come all over Lucian’s cock. Now, milaya moya. My sweetness.” His accented command, strong and firm, released something inside her. Broke through a barrier she had no idea of before they entered her life. She moaned, melted, and gave herself over to the wildfires roaring through her for the third time that evening. It blazed a new path of destruction through her, one she had no idea if she would survive.


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