Sofie
One girl, three billionaires, and the backseat of a limousine.
You do the math.
I know what you’re thinking: What the fuck, Sofie? You’re supposed to be their dinner date, not their dessert! But here’s the thing:
1. I don’t care.
2. I’m fucking tasty, okay?
These men have made me laugh tonight. They’ve made me feel good. Wanted. Hell, maybe even a little adored.
They’re hot, they’re handsome, and they’re totally willing to go down on me. All three of them. Maybe even at the same time.
Plus if the stuff they’re claiming is true, they’ve probably made it impossible for the world’s slimiest ex-boyfriend to eat gourmet in Manhattan for the rest of the foreseeable future.
As far as first impressions go...let’s just say I’m impressed. All things considered, if they want this pussy, they’ve fucking earned it.
By the time we make it outside the restaurant, Lucas is practically picking me up in his arms and throwing me into a freaking red limousine. Not black, not white, but Iron Man red.
I tumble through the door in my heels and am greeted by a fully stocked minibar and soft, gold leather seating. Beneath the seats, a row of glowing red LED lights trims the entire space. It reflects off the shiny hardwood flooring, creating a sultry, atmospheric glow. Overhead, soft yellow lights dangle from the roof. Dozens and dozens of them. Like stars.
“Wow,” I say, taking it all in.
Then Lucas smacks my ass, and I remember that I didn’t wear any panties tonight. Thank fuck, right? Bent inside the limo like that, gawking, he probably got a full view of the goods beneath my short little skirt.
I hope Oliver and Elijah got an eyeful, too.
Tonight has been kind of an emotional rollercoaster, and honestly? I can’t wait to take my mind off it.
As the boys pile into the backseat, I can think of a few more things I can’t wait to take off.
My dress.
Elijah’s shirt.
Oliver’s pants.
And every single item of clothing that Lucas is wearing.
We end up seated across from each other. Me on one side of the limo, all three of them side by side on the other. I’m fucking wet right now. I’m ready to turn this limo into a fully functioning bang wagon ASAP.
But the boys have other ideas.
“Come here,” Lucas says, patting his thigh.
As the door closes and the limo starts to drive off, I move over to sit on his lap. Oliver to our left, Elijah to our right.
“I paid the bill,” Lucas explains, his lips against my shoulder, “So I guess that means I get first taste.”
He pulls me against him and just holds me for a second.
I can feel him inhaling, breathing me in. Smelling my perfume. My hair. My skin. It’s been a long time since I’ve just been held by a man.
And trust me, I’ve never even come close to being held by a man as sexy as any one of them.
Now, I’m about to be the plaything of all three.
Just as I’m basking in the warmth of Lucas’ hard, firm chest behind me, he drops his hands to my knees and forces them apart. Any other set of guys couldn’t get away with it, but I’ve already shown my hand to these three tall drinks of water.
They know that I want them.
Need them, even.
Oliver and Elijah each take one of my legs and hold them open while Lucas’ fingers travel up my thighs and beneath my skirt. He dips into my pussy the same way he stuck his thick, sexy finger into my crème brûlée. Like he’s trying to scoop up enough of my cream to have a taste.
When he pulls that finger away, a long, glistening strand of my honey connects his fingertip to my pussy. I’m fucking dripping.
“Mmm. Wet already,” he says. There’s something slightly southern about his voice. That, combined with his relaxed, old money attitude…
I couldn’t pick a favorite of the three if I wanted to, but Lucas definitely has my full attention right now.
I can hear him pop his finger into his mouth and suck it clean. He takes his time about it, too, which just about destroys me. Now that my cunt has been touched, it needs more. More, more, more!
“Do you like it?” I ask, suddenly shy. Why isn’t he touching me again? God...do I taste bad, maybe?
His arms wrap around me again, lifting me up and tossing me onto Oliver’s lap.
“You’re a smart girl, Sofie,” Lucas says with a devilish grin. “So stop asking stupid questions.”
Oliver dips a finger between my pussy lips next. My skirt rides up as he does it, flashing my cunt at Lucas and Elijah for a totally clear view. He has one arm wrapped around my waist, trapping both of my arms at my sides, so I can’t even pull the skirt down to preserve some of my dignity.
But then I see how hungry Lucas and Eli look as they stare.
Fuck.
Dignity, schmignity. It flies right out the fucking window, just like that.
“God, Sofie,” Oliver growls from behind me, sucking my juices from his own finger. “You put the creme brulee to shame.”
He tosses me back to Lucas, who takes another taste.
“I know you were raised in a barn, Luke,” Eli complains, stealing me off Lucas’ lap immediately. “But you know better than to double dip.”
“Couldn’t help myself,” Lucas chuckles, licking his lips clean as Eli runs a fingertip up and down my slick, hot slit. “And I was raised in a mansion, for the record. Eli just thinks anything south of the Mason-Dixon line means you’re living with the animals.”
“You’re forgetting, Luke,” Oliver says, reaching across Lucas’ lap for another taste of his own. “We’ve seen you fuck. Just like an animal,” he tells me with a smile. “Easy mistake to make.”
All three of them have their fingers dipped into my honeypot now, but instead of raising them to their lips, they offer those hot, creamy fingers to me instead.
God. I’ve never tasted myself before.
Like, sure, I’ve thought about it. But I’m a good girl! Somewhere deep down anyway.
There’s something that feels incredibly naughty about tasting my own pussy. Especially since I’ll be licking it off the fingers of three men at once.
I hesitate, biting my lip.
But I can feel them all behind me. Watching. Waiting.
Oliver said that they’ve seen Lucas fuck before, so it’s safe to bet that I’m not the first woman they’ve shared like this. Part of me feels a little uneasy about that. The good girl part of me.
The part that knows I ought to call this whole thing off right now. Have their driver take me home. Leave with nothing more than a crazy story to tell Chloe and my dignity intact.
But there’s another, louder part of me. A bad girl part. A part of me that’s controlled by my pussy and my mouth and some primal instinct that’s telling me that I should take these rich, good-looking alpha males for every last drop of cum they’ve got.
Guess which part wins?
Good girl Sofie never stood a fucking chance.
I slide off their laps and kneel before them on the floor of the limo. I can feel the road rumbling beneath me, ever so gently. It’s a smooth ride, and as I stare up at these three incredible men with my best fuck-me eyes, I know it’s about to get a whole lot smoother.
I lick my cream off their fingers in tortuously long licks, then take them into my mouth all at once.
“Fuck,” Oliver hisses.
Eli and Lucas quickly echo that sentiment.
“You gentlemen have done a lot for me tonight,” I say, popping their fingers out of my mouth. “Why don’t you let me repay you?”
The faint taste of something sweet and lightly tart lingers on my tongue. Like Honeycrisp apples on the first day of fall. Me, I realize. That’s what I taste like.
Lucas smirks. “And how do you intend to do that, Sofie?”
“We’re all ears,” Eli adds.
Biting my lip again, I flutter my eyelashes just ever so sweetly and smile.
“I’m going to suck your cocks,” I inform them. “All three of you. At once.”
They share a look between them, and Bad Girl Sofie glows with pride. I’ve never seen a man unzip his suit pants faster. Let alone three at once.
This is going to be a wild ride.
Lucas is in the middle, and when he pulls out his dick, it’s the first that I see. My jaw fucking drops. It’s twelve inches of iron hot man meat, hard and towering with a glistening bead of pre-cum on the tip. At the base, he has a nest of dark blonde hair that shimmers in the light like spun gold.
So imagine my fucking surprise when Eli pulls his out next.
It’s crazy enough seeing one 12-inch cock throbbing right before your eyes. Two? I feel like I’ve left the real world and entered the fucking prono-verse, where every dick comes with a pre-selected option to supersize.
Eli’s pubic hair is luscious and inky black. I want to bury my fucking face in it.
But it’s Oliver’s that really surprises me. Yet another foot-long premium A-grade cock. They’re a complete set of fulfilled fantasies, all fully erect and ready for me to make them explode.
I’ve never been with a guy as big as even one of them before. Now, I’m about to take thirty-six inches total, and I’m fucking drooling.
But I’ve never been with a ginger before either, y’know?
So when I see the gorgeous red of Oliver’s curls at the base of his cock, well. Let me just be frank: I kind of fucking lose my mind.
My mouth is plunging down on Oliver’s rock hard man meat so fast that he bucks his hips up to hilt himself in my throat out of surprise.
Or maybe surprise isn’t the right word. Maybe it’s just instinct.
My mouth is a warm, wet, willing hole, and Oliver is a man with blood as red as his hair. As I choke myself on that gorgeous, massive dick of his, I can feel his heart pumping his cock full of that blood through the thick, throbbing veins against my tongue.
I was made to do this. Made to take cock.
And Oliver was made to give it to me.
“Fuck, Sofie,” Oliver says. “You’re going to make me—”
“Not yet she’s not,” Lucas says, grabbing me by my hair and pulling my mouth off of Oliver’s dick. My lips make a gorgeous wet POP! Sound as Lucas positions my lips over his cock instead. “My turn.”
We share a dirty, knowing smile.
Then I get to work.
Lucas is just as big as Oliver, and just as difficult for my throat to accommodate. And believe me—these cocks are so fucking big, I need to use my throat. Especially if I want all of this gorgeous man meat to fit inside me right now.
Which I do. I so totally do.
“Lord, Sofie,” Lucas says, bucking his hips up to meet my mouth as I plunge back down on his shaft. “Where the fuck did you learn to suck cock like this?”
He pulls me off him, generously passing his fistful of my hair off to Eli. Eli smirks at me while I try and catch my breath.
“That must be what they’re teaching at Columbia these days,” Eli says.
I get one good lungful of air in before I’m choking on Eli’s long, thick cock instead.
“That’s right,” Lucas says conversationally, even though I can feel him pumping his cock just inches away. “That’s what your file at the auction said, didn’t it, Sofie?”
“Nothing I like better than having a smart girl’s lips wrapped around my dick,” says Eli.
“Mm. I remember,” Oliver says, as Eli pulls me off his cock, passing me back over. Oliver’s cock is in my mouth in an instant. Huge. Hot. And dangerously hard.
“Ivy League. Got in on academic merit too, didn’t you? Full ride scholarship. That’s not easy—I know from experience. I’m impressed.”
It’s kind of weird, knowing that these men know so much about me from my auction info when I know so little about them. But even as I gag on Oliver’s cock, I’m kind of fucking glowing with pride.
I worked my ass off to get into Columbia, but apart from my high school guidance counselor, no one has ever actually congratulated me on it before.
“And that resume,” Lucas says, taking my mouth for himself again. He thrusts so deep in my throat, I can practically feel it in my cunt. “Even as an undergrad, you’ve made quite the name for yourself in your field. Imagine my surprise when I saw Sofie Carson on the auction listing…”
“Not the first time we’ve seen that name,” Eli says, pulling me over to his cock with a laugh. “Or your pretty face, for that matter. We’ve always known that BioKin hires the hottest interns, but when we picked your sweet little ass up, Oliver interrupted an entire fucking board meeting to show us your file.”
“Wait—what?” I say, pulling my mouth off of Eli’s cock in confusion.
The boys all share a loaded grin.
That’s when it hits me.
Oh, shit.
I should have known that I recognized their names from before.
These aren’t just three rich friends who like to triple-team hot young co-eds.
These men fucking own the best bio tech company in the country.
The company that I work for.
BioKin.
Fuck.
“I—oh, fuck,” I stammer, slumping down to sit back and take it all in. Eli, Lucas, and Oliver are polite enough to stop working their dicks while I process this, and generous enough to leave them out where I can see that they’re all still hard.
“I work for you guys.”
“And you’re great at it,” Oliver says. “Best intern we’ve got right now. I’m head of R&D, I should know.”
My gaze passes over Oliver’s still-throbbing cock, glazed with my saliva.
“Is this, uh…y’know. Kosher?” I ask.
Lucas and Oliver look to Eli. I follow their gaze.
“Honestly? It’s a PR nightmare. My department,” he explains to me. “Going into this, we didn’t realize that all three of us were the ones bidding on you…”
“Even though we should have known,” Lucas continues. “Gorgeous, intelligent, a great rack…you’re just our type. As CFO, I certainly don’t mind having you on the payroll.”
“Look,” Oliver says, “We should have told you before, Sofie, but…well, I think I can speak for all of us when I say that we probably got a little carried away.”
“Beautiful women tend to do that to men like us,” Lucas says with a charming shrug.
“If you want out now, you only need to say the word,” Eli tells me. “We’ll drop you off wherever you want. No questions asked, and no hard feelings.”
“From the looks of things, maybe a few hard feelings,” I muse as my gaze passes over their erections once again.
They all laugh.
“We’ll all be jerking off in our respective showers to the memory of this tonight if you want to leave,” Lucas admits. “But a few sets of blue balls isn’t anything compared to your peace of mind, sweetheart.”
It’s a lot to take in. And not just because I’m staring down the barrels of 36 inches worth of man meat right now.
But like, fuck. They’ve all been so sweet to me tonight. They’re not pressuring me, they’re not trying to manipulate me, and they’re not even holding their donations to the Fostering Angels Foundation or my job over my head.
It’s more than Greg ever did, and with that asshole still in the back of my mind, I’m more than ready to forget.
“I want you,” I admit. God, even just seeing them like this, all sweet and sincere with their cocks out, ready to go home disappointed as long as it makes me feel safe, it’s making that wanting even worse. “All three of you. No matter the consequences.”
“There won’t be any consequences, Sofie,” Eli reassures me, his fingers wrapping around his cock again.
“Well…there might be a few,” Oliver admits, doing the same.
“But they’ll all be enjoyable,” Lucas promises.
“Just tell us what you want,” Eli says with a smile so handsome and white it could easily make him president.
I lick my lips and watch them for a second.
Three billionaires. Handsome, sweet, and hard for me.
“I want to watch you come,” I say slowly.
The boys share a look. Eli chuckles. Oliver shrugs.
“Why do they always ask for that?” Lucas muses. “Well, Sofie—I think for you, we’d be happy to oblige.”
I don’t know whose eyes to meet as they start jerking themselves off. Three big, meaty cum cannons, all leveled right at my face.
Pretty soon, they look fucking close, too. I don’t have to say anything or do anything—this is like a VIP show, and I have the only ticket.
“Wow,” I say beneath my breath. “I don’t know which one of your gorgeous cocks I want to ride first.”
And that’s before they start to come.
Have you ever seen video of that geyser at Yellowstone? Hell, maybe you’ve even been there in person. Old Faithful, they call it. Shoots hot, foaming water from deep down in the ground all the way up to 125 feet in the air. It’s like, a natural wonder of the world or something. Google it!
Then imagine three of those, side by side, shooting off all at once.
My eyes climb up, up, up as I watch each of the boys open their mouths in orgasmic ecstasy. They blow their loads in quick succession, one after another. So fast, it’s impossible to determine which one of them let loose first.
And just like that, it’s like my brain goes in slow motion. Like it doesn’t want to miss a single spurt of these three huge cocks launching all that hot billionaire cum.
I watch as the first three ropes of it launch into the air, blasting off so high that they jingle the little twinkle-star lights hanging down from overhead. There’s no music playing in the limo, but my brain is playing Beethoven’s “Ode to Joy” as, glistening in the light, the second bursts of cum erupt from all three fat, sensitive cockheads. As the third bursts rise up, the first begin to arc downwards…
And they’re all set to land directly on me. Like, right on top of me. And they do.
The cum lands on my forehead, my cheeks, my shoulders, and my tits. I open my mouth and stick out my tongue, trying to catch it from the air like falling snowflakes. It’s hot when it meets my skin. Slick, salty, and all for me.
Four spurts. Five. Are you doing the math here? Because it’s actually insane.
I end up showered in fifteen fucking ropes of warm, delicious cum. It’s dangling from my eyelashes. Dripping between my tits.
By the time the boys are done with me, I look like Bill Murray in that ectoplasm scene from Ghostbusters.
“Christ,” Lucas swears, chest heaving. “Don’t you look like a treat.”
I lick my lips and smile at them…
Just as the limo pulls up to a halt in front of what must be the building that hosts Oliver’s penthouse.
Worse: for some fucking reason, there are photographers outside. Through the tinted windows of the limo’s back seat, I can see their cameras flashing already.
“What the fuck?” I ask, sort of kind of totally panicking. I’m dressed like a total slut right now, which is perfectly supported by the fact that I’m still totally covered in cum. “Guys. Why is the paparazzi here?”
“Who knows?” Oliver shrugs, zipping up. He doesn’t look worried, which is reassuring to a point. But it’s probably pretty easy to not feel nervous when you’re like, not currently covered in cum. “Sometimes, Beyoncé rents an Airbnb on the floor below me when she’s in town. Could be it.”
“We end up in the society pages sometimes,” Eli adds, tucking his own cock away. But, seeing my concern, he smiles charmingly and runs his thumb across a stray glob of cum on my cheek. “Don’t worry. We won’t let the big, bad cameramen take any dirty pictures of our girl tonight.”
Our girl, he calls me.
His grey eyes sparkle as he offers me his cum-covered thumb to suck. These men have already treated me to one gourmet treat for the night. I’m not the kind of girl to turn down a second.
I suck it into my mouth eagerly, licking it clean.
“Though I wouldn’t mind a few photos for my private collection after,” Lucas smirks, refastening his belt. “What can I say? You look good in white.”
He winks at me as the driver opens the door and the outside world explodes in bursts of camera flash light.
Lucas goes first, and he’s out immediately. His big, broad shoulders take up the entire opening, shading me from the prying eyes of each camera lens. Then he’s pushing them back in that authoritative, don’t-fuck-with-me fashion that Lucas seems to carry so well, and Oliver is out next to flag down the doorman and get us inside.
“Ready for this?” Eli asks.
He shrugs off his suit jacket and holds it protectively over my head. With his arms around me, I feel about as safe as a girl can feel when she’s about to face a gaggle of paparazzi with cum dripping from her forehead to her stomach.
Surprisingly, to Eli’s credit, that’s actually pretty fucking safe.
I dip a finger beneath my skirt and bring it to his lips, soaked in my honey.
“You tell me.”
Eli takes the finger into his mouth and sucks hard. Like, fuck. It makes me think how it might feel to have that mouth on my clit in a few minutes.
“Mmmm,” he moans, deep and low. “Yeah, you’re ready, alright. Deep breath, babe.”
We duck out of the limo together and straight into the limelight.
“Mr. Kennedy! Did you have a good night, Eli?” a paparazzo shouts.
“Over here, Eli! Wow…one date for three men, can’t imagine what’s going on in that apartment tonight…”
“Three’s company, four’s an orgy, am I right, Mr. Kennedy?”
I don’t want to say that it turns me on, being photographed like this. Like, I’m not Sofie Carson, aspiring porn star. I’m Sofie Carson, overworked biology undergrad and BioKin intern.
But ducked beneath Eli’s suit jacket with only a barrage of flashing lights, a little bit of sidewalk, my cum-covered cleavage, and my slutty stiletto heels in sight? I’m not gonna lie—by the time we get inside the building, I’m so wet, my thighs are fucking slick.
What can I say? There’s something undeniably sexy about the danger of getting caught.
Once we’re inside, security takes care of the rest. From the safety of the private elevator to Oliver’s penthouse, we all let out the collective breath it seems we’ve been holding.
“Fucking paparazzi,” Lucas scowls. His hair falls down over his forehead. He looks unhinged.
“Don’t worry about anything they said to you, Sofie,” Oliver reassures me as he hits the up button. “They were just trying to get a rise out of us.”
“Out of Lucas, more like,” Eli laughs. He eases his suit jacket back off my head and settles it around my shoulders instead. The silk lining feels…weirdly good as it smears against the cum that my men have left there. “He’s a bit infamous when it comes to dealing with photographers.”
Lucas cracks his knuckles forebodingly. “And I prefer it that way, thanks.”
“But what about you, Sofie? This has been a roller coaster of a night for you, hasn’t it?” Oliver asks. “How are you feeling? You okay?”
I settle back with Eli’s jacket around my shoulders, taking it all in. Oliver looks sweetly concerned.
You can tell Eli’s family is all wrapped up in politics; he looks cool as a glass of expensive whiskey filled with ice. Lucas looks like he wants to hit something.
And me? My heart’s pounding so hard against my ribcage, it feels like it might burst right out and ruin this pretty dress that Chloe’s loaned me. Speaking of Chloe—I remember the bet we made earlier and consider my losses if I tell these three impossibly handsome men what I want to say next.
Aw, fuck it.
The bet was for a five-way, anyway, and right now, it’s just the four of us.
Chloe can go eat worms.
“I want to be fucked,” I admit, laughing slightly at the audacity of it all.
Oliver is right. Tonight has been a roller coaster.
Greg. Crème brûlée. Fooling around in the limo.
Photographers. The cum still dripping down my neck.
By some standards, this would be a train wreck.
But I’m an eternal optimist. Growing up in the foster system, you have to be.
And after all I’ve been through tonight? I’ve fucking earned it.
“Say that again,” Lucas says, straightening. He’s got a wild, dark look in his pale blue eyes. His voice is a low, animalistic growl.
Oliver and Eli have the same fucking look in their eyes. All three men are circling around me like wolves cornering a particularly tasty morsel of prey.
I lick my lips.
“I said I want to be fucked.”
“That’s what I thought you said.” Lucas’ lips are curled in a cruel smile.
The elevator dings.
The doors open.
And it’s on.
Lucas has me first. His lips are on mine in an instant. His fingers claim my throat. His arm presses against my back at my waist, and then my feet are off the ground, and we’re spinning.
He pulls me out of the elevator like I’m light as a feather. When he pulls away from the kiss in a snarl, I can see the cum from my face glistening on his cheek.
Eli’s lips. His tongue probes into my mouth and I can taste the gentle burn of whiskey on his kiss. We’re spinning again—
And suddenly, I’m in Oliver’s arms. He tastes like the wine we had at dinner. Elegant. Cultured. Perfectly sweet and tart, deep and rich all at once.
Eli’s suit jacket slips to the floor. With a fluid motion from Oliver’s fingers at my zipper, my dress follows.
The second I step out of it, their hands are all over me. Hungry. Merciless.
They grope at my breasts. Pinch my nipples. Claw over my stomach. Dig their fingers into the meat of my ass.
Somehow, we end up in the living room on a plush white fur rug.
“Cruelty-free,” Oliver reassures me before dipping his mouth down to suck my nipple between his lips.
“Not for long,” Lucas says, smacking my ass and biting down on my neck.
“You’re soaked,” Eli says, stroking two fingers between my legs. They push through my slit and press into me in an explosion of mental fireworks.
I gasp. “Ohmygod.”
“Tell me you want me,” Eli says.
From the look on his face right now, I’m not sure that he could stop even if I wanted to say no.
Which I fucking don’t.
“Please,” is all I can manage to say to him.
Apparently, please is good enough.
He drops to his knees, pulling his tie loose and letting it dangle attractively against his chest. He licks me like a man starved, slurping up my honey, as my clit throbs in time to the motions of Oliver’s tongue against my nipple and Lucas’ tongue against my neck.
But for a man like Eli, a taste is never enough. Before long, he’s working his cock out of his pants again.
“You’re hard again already?” I gasp, watching it throb all hard and thick as he takes it in his fist.
“Quick reload time,” Eli gasps back, coming up for air.
“That makes two of us,” Lucas growls.
“Three,” says Oliver.
I hear the sound of two zippers being undone, then feel two iron-hard cocks being slapped against my thighs.
As Eli lays back on the rug, pulling me down with him, I don’t even have time to consider what the hell I’m going to do with all of these cocks at once. Earlier in the limo, when I had them all lined up in a nice little row, it seemed easy. Manageable.
But this is lust. Carnal, visceral and immediate. I’ve given these men the go-ahead, and they’re going to take my body however they want it.
That’s the thought in my head when Eli positions my cunt over his massive 12-inch dick and pushes it in me with a hard, brief thrust.
And like, fuck.
One thrust of one dick, and I’m already close to fucking orgasming.
Two more cocks to go.
Oliver’s choice is obvious. He moves in front of me, smoothing back my bangs. For a second, I see red. Then I open my mouth for him, and he shoves his cock between my lips.
I’ve been licking them so much this evening, they’re slick and ready for me, and he takes full advantage.
Choking on Oliver’s cock only makes me wetter, which feels amazing when Lucas’ hand wraps around my hip and his fingers start teasing my clit.
“My, my, my,” he coos down to me, stroking my clit with one hand and my back with the other.
Beneath me, Eli teases my nipples with his own fingers, forcing me to moan desperately into Oliver’s cock.
“Poor Sofie,” Lucas says in that sexy slight Southern drawl of his. “Looks like all your holes are all booked up.”
All but one, I realize, just as Lucas’ hand slides down my back and dips between the cheeks of my ass.
“All but one,” Lucas echoes my thoughts exactly. I hear him spit on his fingers as he teases the tight pucker of my asshole. “I know you’re a good girl, Sofie…hope you don’t mind if I, heh. Come in the back door.”
If he was any less handsome or I was any less of a slut, I would have punched him then and there for that terrible fucking pun.
Instead, I arch my back for him as he slips his fingers into my ass, lubing it up with his saliva. As the head of his cock pushes into the space that his fingers quickly vacate, I moan again against Oliver’s cock in my throat.
“Mm. Tight fit,” Lucas comments.
I’m not surprised. With Eli currently stretching out my cunt, I can’t imagine there’s a lot of room left for even a normal-sized dick in my ass. Let alone a big, thick, rock-hard monster like Lucas’ cock.
“Here,” Eli offers.
For a second, Eli’s cock is out of me. In that instant, Lucas shoves his cock deep into my ass as he pinches my throbbing clit.
Oh my god.
Lucas pulls out, and now it’s Eli’s turn again. Thrusting into me. Hitting my g-spot, my cervix, and a dozen other places I didn’t know I liked having cock sliding against.
Oh my god.
In my mouth, Oliver’s cock is pounding away. I barely have time to breathe each time as he withdraws and then forces his way back in. His balls tighten against my chin. I know he’s going to come soon.
Oh my GOD.
In my ass and pussy, Lucas and Eli are taking their turns in even quicker succession than before. I’m barely emptied of one before I’m full of the other. They’re building up a rhythm that matches Oliver’s perfectly.
Suddenly, Lucas drops a beat.
Ohmygod.
Ohmygod.
OHMYGOD.
They’re all inside of me. All at once. All three holes, filled to capacity. Fuck, let’s be real here. Past capacity. I’m being triple-teamed by three ridiculously gorgeous men, and—FUCK.
I’m coming.
I’m orgasming for them like a goddamn slut.
My eyes roll to the back of my head. I gag on Oliver’s cock. My ass clenches. My cunt clenches. I spasm. And then, wave after wave of pleasure hits me.
Sweet. Fucking. Release.
Something about this does it for the boys.
I guess they like their women pleased.
“Oh, fuck—”
“Sofie—”
“Sofie!”
“Fuck—”
“Fuck—”
“Fuck!”
Just like that, they’re all pumping inside me. Flooding me with cum. Filling me up.
Every hole.
Every. Goddamn. Hole.
That’s how I end up naked on a white fur rug, reclined back on a pile of three sexy, well-muscled billionaires, dripping from my cunt, my ass, and my lips with their hot cum.
“I don’t want to editorialize,” Eli pants. “But that was—”
“The best fuck of my life,” Oliver finishes.
“It’s not editorializing if it’s true,” Lucas says, toying with my nipple as I lay back, totally blissed out.
“What about you, Sofie?” Oliver asks. “Feeling any better?”
I try to make words. I really do. But failing that, I just have to laugh.
“Ask me in an hour. Maybe two. I just came so hard I can’t think straight.”
“In an hour?” Eli asks. For some reason, that question feels about as loaded as I am right now.
“Too long to wait,” Oliver says in agreement.
That’s when I realize.
Oh god.
They’re all hard again.
“Is this round two or round three?” Lucas asks, pinching my nipple fiendishly. “I’ve lost track.”
“You’re the finance man, Luke,” Eli laughs, claiming my lips in a kiss as Oliver’s fingers brush against my clit. “You do the math.”