Chapter 9

9

Dakota

T hey stand before me, naked and identically glorious in their masculine beauty. Three gods with blond hair and sharp eyes in various shades of decadent green. Broad chests, long and strong arms, chiseled muscles, and linebacker thighs. Ravenous looks and hungry grins as they beckon me to move closer.

Their cocks have my full attention.

Giants with throbbing veins that make me want to lick my lips. The anticipation of what is about to happen has my blood simmering, and I am shocked by my own behavior. I sit in bed, my legs splayed for their viewing while I touch myself. I don't know what's come over me, but I can tell that they love it.

Maddox strokes himself, slowly and deliberately, his eyes glued to mine. Reed is the first to join me, though. We kiss while his brothers watch, and I listen to their faltering breaths as Reed trails wet kisses down my chest. I tilt my head back when he takes my nipple into his mouth, feverishly sucking it until the sting transforms into scintillating arousal.

My fingers are slick as I massage my wet folds, my clit swelling under their gaze.

"We'll take turns," Reed whispers in my ear.

"Take me," I say, abandoning myself to him. "Take all of me, Reed."

He's in no hurry, though. I'm the eager one. The hungry one. The one who's dying to be shared between these men. He takes his sweet time fondling and licking my tender breasts, then goes down on me.

I fall back, welcoming his tongue as he explores my center of pleasure.

But it's not enough. I want more, and I need more.

"Come here, Maddox… Archer… please," I moan as Reed suckles my clit and slips three fingers inside, stretching and probing my entrance. "Oh, please."

"How can we say no to that?" Archer chuckles softly.

He and Maddox climb onto the bed, flanking me and watching as Reed brings me closer to the edge of reason. The feeling is indescribable. I'm at a loss for words as I look into Maddox's grey eyes, specks of green dancing in them as his gaze wanders down to my lips.

Reed's tongue is just as capable as Archer's, and it sets me ablaze. But it's my own body that continues to surprise me as I reach out and grab Maddox and Archer's massive cocks—so massive, in fact, that I can't close my hands around them. I can only squeeze and stroke them both, suddenly thirsty for the droplets of cum that linger on their bulging tips.

"Would you like a taste?" Archer asks me.

"Yes, sir. Oh God, Reed, don't stop!" I cry out as he sucks harder, his tongue flicking over my clit until I lose all control.

He finger-fucks me harder and faster, and I come just as Archer gives me his tip. I lick the precum off and take him into my mouth, moaning harshly as I unravel, as my insides sing, as my body twitches and quivers in the throes of ecstasy.

Reed watches my convulsions with a satisfied smirk while I pull Maddox closer. "I want you, too," I tell him.

"Fucking hell, Dakota, you were made for us," Maddox grunts as I part my lips to receive him. "You are perfect indeed."

Maddox and Archer take turns with my mouth while Reed gets between my legs.

This is insane , I think to myself, as one cock slides down my throat, nearly cutting off my air supply, and another spears my pussy all the way up to the hilt.

Reed's rock-hard balls slap my ass with every thrust while I tighten my grip on his brothers and suck them faster.

"Take more," Archer growls as he runs his fingers through my hair.

I nod and loosen my jaw, relaxing the back of my throat to do precisely that. Tears spring to my eyes, but I won't stop him from going deeper. I love the feeling of sheer surrender as I am fucked out of my mind. Reed is a tender man, but his passion becomes unbridled as a rhythm builds up between us.

He flicks my clit with his thumb as he pounds into me. Harder. Faster. Deeper.

I come again, glazing his cock with my juices, and he pulls back, taking Maddox's place. Maddox gets between my legs and plunges himself deep inside of me. I cry out, stretched to the point of blissful agony, then take Reed in my mouth.

I taste myself all over him.

"You're a fucking gift," he says, then grabs me by the head to keep me locked in place.

Archer strokes himself, grinning like the devil as he watches the entire scene unfold. "Give it to her hard," he says, looking at Maddox. "She loves that."

"Good to know," Maddox replies, then raises my leg over his shoulder so he can go deeper.

My screams are muffled by Reed's enormous cock, my pussy tingling as Maddox fucks me harder and faster. I lose control over my own body when Archer brings his hand down and smacks my ass. The blistering heat releases a third climax, and I come undone, falling apart as they take me.

Over and over, taking turns in relentless motion, the Faulkner triplets share me into the late morning. Reed comes in my mouth, his seed shooting down my throat as Maddox roars in ecstasy while he fills my aching pussy.

It's a sweet and salty haze as I feel Maddox slowly pulling out, as I feel Archer coming, as I swallow him as well, drunk with something I've never experienced before. It's complete abandonment, laying in this bed, sprawled over red silk sheets with three men fully sated and enraptured with me. Is this a dream come true? One I never imagined I'd ever have in the first place?

It's not a dream.

Reality has never tasted this good, though.

They watch me basking in the afterglow. Sweat glistening down my breasts. Holy hell, it actually happened, and it is putting everything into a new and different light. My femininity blooms under their eyes, my curves summoning them closer as they lie beside me.

The sun kisses us through the giant windows.

"You do realize we're nowhere near done with you, right?" Reed asks, planting a soft kiss on my temple.

I purr in his arms while Maddox plays with my nipples, and Archer twirls his fingers through my hair. "Well, sorry to break it to you, but you fellas have until noon to make me come at least a couple more times before I have to go. Still a single mom here, remember?"

"Don't you worry, baby, you're going to lose count of your orgasms by noon," Archer laughs.

And as soon as he yanks me by the hair and gives me a wet and commanding kiss, I realize that the following couple of hours are about to turn into the most wonderful kind of torture. As long as they're true to their word, and I lose track of my explosions, it will have been worth it.

I'll worry about the potential consequences tomorrow.