There wasn’t room for anything like that, not when they took her together, when they drove her past those old worries and into a person who justwas.
Another orgasm crept up on her, spurred on by the way they tormented her body, by the feelings she’d never experienced before, by the surprise of it all.
“Fuck, I want this to last longer,” Trent all but growled out behind her, his hands on her hips so tight, they stung. The words were sharp, as though shoved through gritted teeth.
There was no way she was lasting, not long.
She arched her back as the first wave of pleasure took over her, and Garrison pulled his cock free. Good thing, too, because she’d bet he didn’t enjoy the sort of pain that might happen if she caught him with her teeth.
And who could blame her? She was mindless with lust, with the way the orgasm battered her, with how they still didn’t stop or give her time to catch her breath. As soon as the worst of the orgasm washed away, Garrison gripped her chin. “Mouth open, sweet,” he ordered.
Instead of the command frightening her, even with how deep his voice had gone, it only excited her. She obeyed, offering him whatever he wanted.
In this case, that meant her mouth. “You have the sweetest lips,” he said. “But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that throat of yours. What do you think, hmm? You going to let me fuck it?”
Just like every other question they asked her, the answer washell yes.
She must have nodded, because he slid his fingers into her hair and gripped tight before nudging his cock forward. She gagged, but he only pulled back for a second.
“Swallow,” he snarled, his voice having lost that control he usually had.
She did as he ordered when he tried again, this time slipping deeper. Her throat made the same motion, and he seemed to revel in the way she tightened around the head of his cock.
He withdrew after a moment, letting her take in deep breaths, then repeated it. He kept a rhythm to it, which eased any anxiety she might have had. She didn’t worry that he wouldn’t pull back, that she wouldn’t get to take the breath she was desperate for, and before long it became just another piece the night, of how they owned her, of how they used every part of her needy body against her.
Trent fucked her hard, the lube more than enough to make sure it didn’t hurt, and the feeling of him so deep inside her, in a way she’d never expected to enjoy, was filthy. His thrusts were broken, erratic, as though he weren’t thinking anymore, just feeling and doing what came naturally. He rutted against her, wild and as desperate as she was.
He came first, the snug fit of her ass clearly throwing him over that edge. He sank in as deep as he could, groaning as his hands cranked down on her hips, holding her still. It made her wish they hadn’t used condoms, because some part of her wanted tofeelhim come inside her, wanted to feel it drip from her afterward.
Connor pressed his lips to her throat, to where Garrison was still sinking his cock, before his shaft twitched inside her, before he let out a deep rumble of satisfaction.
Sunny’s own release teetered on the edge, so close she could almost taste it. Garrison sank as deep as he could into her mouth, down her tight throat, so her lips pressed against his pubic hair. “Fucking perfect,” he said before he came, his hand tangled in her hair, holding her still.
She swallowed as he pulled out, leaving only a bit on her tongue. Something about him coming so deeply that she didn’t have a choice about whether or not she’d swallow him was incredibly hot, and made her cunt squeeze down in a plea.
“Poor girl isn’t quite done yet,” Trent said even as he rested against her, as exhaustion filled his words. He reached down, between her and Connor’s bodies, to grasp her breasts.
She knew in the split second before he did it what his plan was. His fingers closed around her neglected nipples, angling so his nails bit in, as if he’d known exactly what she wanted and had no problem giving it to her even after he’d finished.
Her orgasm hit her so hard, it was terrifying. Her body rebelled, the feeling overwhelming and drowning and freeing all at once.
As she came down, surrounded by the three men she was about to walk away from, she forced herself not to cry.
What was right wasn’t always easy, which made sense, because walking away from them would be the hardest thing she’d ever done.
* * * *
Sunny sat in the car, her house looking different than it had before. It hadn’t changed, yet she somehow felt as though it had lost its magic.
Which was stupid. Connor had checked out the house first, demanding she stay in the car until he knew it was safe.
After finding out that Tanner was in Utah, that no one was after her, she’d admitted…
It was time to go home.
She didn’t want to, but the more she fought it, the surer she was that she needed to.
She needed to stand on her own feet again, needed to go home, to get her life back, to stop hiding from everything and making pretend. Her time with the men playing house had been great—no doubt about that.