Aziel taps the back of my throat. His blue eyes are nearly black as he watches me take him into my mouth over and over again. “Fuck, sweetheart. I need to feel your throat swallowing me.”
I fight to take more of him. His fingers hold the back of my head. He stretches my lips painfully. Instead of pulling back, I sink more of him in until the fat head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
I moan. Hard, hot, and eager to spill his milk. I never knew sucking a man could be this much of a turn-on.
“Suck it,” he orders. “Let me feel that mouth and throat swallow me. You’re getting me.”
Another hard thrust and the first spurt of hot cum on my tongue takes another virgin part of me. I hollow my cheeks, slurping, sucking, and swallowing.
“Just like that.” He holds my head and makes sure not a single drop of his warm cum spills.
Finished, he slowly pulls his satisfied shaft from my mouth with a look of regret on his face.
“I already crave to feel your mouth around me again, sweetheart,” he says when I turn questioning eyes on him.
Rush spreads out beside me, turns my face toward his, and claims my lips. His tongue slides over mine. We share the taste of Aziel’s release and when I moan Rush is right there to swallow every last one like a man hungry for everything I have to give.
On my other side, Gage’s teeth rake over the skin of my neck. He nips, bites, and licks his way from just beneath my ear to the dip of my shoulder. The warring contrast between him and Rush has my senses scattered. My head spins and I lose all sense of the world outside of this room. Outside of their arms.
His weight pinning me to the bed is delicious and I never want to leave.
Gage’s touch turns burning when he grips my ass and drives in.
Rush breaks off the kiss, his eyes burning when they raise to meet mine. “Now come for my brother so he can fill that hot pussy with milk.”
My body hears him and listens. It starts deep inside me and arrows straight for my core. The walls of my pussy clench around Gage and he roars, sinks his fat, throbbing cock all the way in and holds me to him as he pours his release into my waiting womb.
“Fuck her deep, brother, she’s coming.” Rush reaches between Gage and me to work my clit.
My orgasm is instant. Heat explodes inside me. The throb and pulse of my pussy sends Gage over and my God, the man is beautiful. The sight of his orgasm taking over is beyond words, but to hear him roar with ecstasy is a sound I will never forget.
Pulse after throbbing pulse, he gives me all of him.
The second Gage pulls out I’m rolled over and Rush takes the place of Gage.
My walls are slick and ready to take his massive girth.
Yet, I still cry out. “Rush, I can’t. Not again. The ache…”
Arms come around me. Gage on one side and Aziel on the other. Together both help their brother and me. Rush stares up at me as he pulls out and slides back in. His pace increases until only the harsh pants of our breathing and our bodies slapping together fill the large bedroom.
Aziel cups a breast and Gage reaches for my aching clit. One pinches a nipple and the other tortures my nub until I’m screaming and riding Rush so fast and hard my world narrows to only this moment.
“Come for me so I can give you my milk, baby girl. I need to take my milk.” Another couple of deep thrusts and I give him everything he wants and he feeds my channel all his hot milk.
Spurt after claiming spurt spills into me. “Now you’re ours,” I hear one of them say but I’m too dazed to notice who. Dizzy from the copious amounts of warring sensations, my heart skips. Spasms tear through my body. I can barely breathe. I bury my face into Gage’s neck and he holds me even tighter. His lips press to my ear and he whispers, “Thank you for such a wonderful gift. I will never forget this.”
I rake my fingers through his hair and the long strands near his forehead drift back into place as I remove my hand. Like this—freshly pleasured and at peace—they all look like the nice guys next door. Not the rough alpha predators who just took my virginity. How looks can deceive.
Between breaths, I ask, “Does this mean I got the job?”
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Gage
“Jesus H. Christ,” I murmur under my breath. Blood rushes south, making my dick the only head I can think with.
Not something I’m used to. Keeping everyone in line, on track, and focused is more my style.