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Will comes in my ass with a low groan. When he pulls out, he keeps the dildo locked in place, and Marcus trades places, taking hold of that suction cup to grind those balls against my hot buttons. Every piece of me is swollen and sensitive and ready for what he's planning to give me.

Marcus strokes me gently with that thick piece of rubber and slaps my ass with his cock. It takes two seconds for him to lunge forward and fill me up completely. Existence vibrates around me as I swim in semiconsciousness. My present is only pleasure, pure bliss, and need melded into one.

I never knew I could let myself go like this, that I could take so much, that it would take four men with unlimited stamina to bring me this much ecstasy.

21

ETHAN

Ican almost swear I see the traces of dawn trying to weasel their way into the lounge. It can't be morning already. It would put new meaning to fuck all night for me. Not that I've never gotten close with adequate breaks between.

But with the four of us, Ella doesn't seem to get a break. And she never asks for one. It's something magical because I lean in to check on her. "You still doing all right?"

Her moan is long and weak, and she nods her head. We've used most of the toys I brought, but we've just broken her for the first time in hours. Her body shakes from her orgasm. It must have been a big one. I stroke her folds with my thumb, and she shivers. We've made an absolute mess of her, and I can't wait to do it again.

I wipe her thighs with a towel, rubbing the insides to relax her muscles. Then, I reach for one of the last two toys. Considering the array I put out, this one is a simple metal anal plug. The cold makes her jerk up, and I hold her open as I nudge the plug in place.

Ella murmurs and relaxes, peering up at me with half-lidded eyes. Fuck, she's a beautiful woman—full lashes, expressive eyes, and that sweet pout to her lips. I lean down to taste her mouth. Somehow, the remnants of the wine still linger on her tongue.

I grab the last toy, the lonely little vibrator waiting to help end Ella, to burn up the rest of her need for the night. Then, we can all rest.

I test the vibration against her soft belly, and her hips jump. Breathless squeals escape her. I stroke between her breasts with my palm as I press the vibrator over her clit. Her body bucks before she finds a position that feels good, hips jutted forward, cheeks clenching around that plug.

All she needs is a cock to fill her up. I'll provide that for her soon enough. Not yet, though.

She wriggles so deliciously. Moisture spreads across her thighs as she gasps and moans under the vibrator. It's not until she's close that I aim myself at her entrance.

"Please," Ella whispers, and that lone word somehow makes my cock harder. Then, she repeats herself. "Please, Ethan."

I plunge into her. Her cry tightens the muscles down my center. My thrusts are steady but not bruising. I can feel the vibrator shaking through her core. It's a wonder so many men don't utilize this kind of toy. It's almost guaranteed to make her come, and you get the bonus vibrations while you're fucking. Win-win. Nothing to lose any pride over.

Her pussy grabs onto me, muscles changing as the pleasure spikes, bringing her closer to the release I'm promising her. Ella's head rolls across the cushion's bright fabric, dark hair tangling as she slowly shakes her head. That plump mouth of hers stays open as she moans in a soft staccato.

It doesn't take more than a minute for the next change, and I watch every bit of her unraveling. She's magnificent, unparalleled in her splendor and uninhibited in her pleasure. Smart. Sexy. Sassy. Strong. She fits us. Fits me.

Body stiffening, I wave the boys closer, knowing she's about to struggle a little. If she tells me to stop, I will, but I don't believe she'll ask. And that's what I'm hoping for.

Her orgasm hits her hard, legs shooting out and back bowing. The pulsing of her pussy yanks a low groan out of me. I work to breathe through it as I gesture for Marcus and Theo to hold her legs. They take control of her easily, carefully.

The whine bleating out of her is almost a plea. To stop or keep going is unclear, but I wait her out.

"Her arms, too," I say, and Will comes around the other side to take hold of her wrists.

Then, she bucks, body jerking to avoid the overstimulation I keep pressed to her clit. Another ungodly noise has the four of us shivering. Still no stop or don't or please. No words, no struggle to get out of our grip. Her body is simply naturally reacting to the overload.

I'm aiming for a satisfying ending, one that means she can't wring any more pleasure out of her flesh, that we gave her every moment possible.

When her cries reduce to murmurs and whimpers, body relaxing in inches, I pull one of her heavy breasts in my hands. Running my thumb over her nipple drives the tension through her again. Soon, her hips ride my thrusts, and my light touch turns into something more substantial, pinching, tugging, twisting. I switch, and she's all but keening for another release.

I release her nipple and grab onto her waist. But she gets no reprieve, Marcus and Theo bending to suckle her. I grow more intentional. Closing in on my own end, I tilt to rub against her G-spot, and I enjoy watching the change ripple through her.

When she comes, I come with her, pumping my seed into her until I can't move. Except to toss the vibrator away. Theo turns it off, and I curl over her, tucking her shaking arms against my chest and holding her.

Lifting to one arm, I peer down at her and smile, smoothing her wild hair from her face. Those dark eyes glow at me, and I swear I can hear her purring. "How are you, sweetheart?"

Her light laugh sends her eyelids fluttering closed. "Exhausted. Broken. But in the best way."

I laugh with her and plant kisses along her throat. "We've made an absolute mess of you. I'm fairly certain we've all been raised by beasts. But I think that means it's my honor to clean you up."