Page 108 of Ice Cold Hearts
“Yes, sir,” I whimper.
“You want us to take turns fucking you like a slut or do you want us all inside you at once, filling you up?” he asks, tracing his finger around my back hole.
“All,” I gasp. “All of you. Please. I need to feel all of you inside me.”
My fingers dig into Oliver’s arms as his tongue dives into my ass. Ian’s hand slides across my hips, then drops to my clit, playing with me while Alexei fucks me with his tongue. A third earth-shattering orgasm jerks through my body, and I would have collapsed onto the floor if Oliver hadn’t been there to hold me up.
“Ready?” Alexei asks.
“Yes,” I breathe.
Oliver slowly lowers me onto Alexei’s hard cock. My body trembles as he fills me inch by inch.
“Good girl,” he says, kissing my shoulder once he fills me completely.
Alexei leans us back gently until he’s on his back and I’m completely exposed to Ian and Oliver. Instead of making me feel vulnerable, I feel powerful, even beautiful as their eyes rake across my body.
“Well,” I say in a sultry tone, “Does either of you plan on joining us or are you just going to watch?”
Oliver is the first to recover from the spell of my naked body laid out like a feast just for them. He kneels on the couch between my spread legs, palming his length.
“Tell me If I go too fast,” he says, notching himself at my center.
“Fuck,” I moan as he eases into me. “Just like that, yes.”
He gives an experimental thrust, and my toes curl. Alexei grips my hips, holding me steady as Oliver sets our pace. The sensation of my two men moving inside me is almost enough to send me over the edge again.
Almost.
“Ian,” I beckon. “Come here and let me taste you.”
He’s at my side in an instant, sliding his bottoms down just enough to free himself. I lick my lips as he strokes his cock.
“Stop teasing me already and fuck me,” I growl impatiently.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, making my pussy clench.
“Fuck,” Oliver swears. “She liked that.”
“Good,” Ian says, thrusting into my mouth.
I moan as the head of his dick hits the back of my throat. Ian’s hands grip my hair as he fucks my mouth, perfectly in time with my other men to give me the maximum amount of pleasure. I feel wonderfully full and alive, and for the first time, free from any horrible, looming secrets.
It’s not long before my walls clamp down around Oliver, dragging his orgasm out with my own. Alexei follows not long after, his fingers digging into my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises tomorrow. I grab Ian’s ass and pull him deeper inside me, and he finishes with my name on his lips. I swallow every drop of him before collapsing back on Alexei’s chest with a sigh.
“Oh, no, you don’t,” Oliver teases. “You’re not going to fall asleep on us now and make me carry you up the steps.”
I yawn. “I’m not sleepy.”
The next thing I’m aware of is being gently deposited on a cool bed. I wriggle around until I hit a warm chest and start to drop back off. I hum contentedly as I feel someone else slide in behind me.
“Not sleepy, my ass,” Oliver mutters in my ear. “I love you, Kitten.”
“Me too, but you,” I mumble, half asleep already. “Love you, I mean.”
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