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“So fucking tight with both of us in you.” Dante’s fingers dig into my hips. “Does it feel good, being so full of us baby? Is it everything you imagined?”

I can’t answer. I can only moan, but let my eyes flutter closed just once before I hollow my cheeks out on Cruz’s dick, and he curses again.

“Fuck—” he gasps roughly, “That’s definitely a yes.”

“You’re doing so well.” Eli’s voice strains, pleasure gnawing at his control, but the Daddy in him holds. “Taking all of us. My perfect girl.”

Cruz pulls out of my mouth, and Brady replaces him without missing a beat, smooth as a tag-team, his cock sliding over my tongue while Cruz moves to my other side.

“There you go, angel.” Brady’s filthy mouth arrives fully formed, ready as ever. “Our perfect little fuck toy. You want us to breed you? Want to walk out of here so full that you are leaking our cum the rest of the day? Maybe we keep you naked so we can watch; would our little slut like that?”

I whimper around him. My whole body has become one continuous sensation; the edges blur between where one of them ends and the next begins. Eli’s hands, Dante’s weight, Brady’s taste, Cruz’s voice in my ear telling me I was made for this, made for them.

Eli’s rhythm stutters first. Then Dante’s.

“Close.” Eli grits it out. “Dante?”

“Yeah. With you.”

They drive deep in the same breath and hold, and I feel them both pulse, heat spilling into me in two places at once. Eli filling my pussy while Dante empties into my ass. Being bred in both holes at the same time crashes over me. I come without warning, clenching around both, screaming around Brady’s cock until he has to pull free just so I can breathe.

Nobody moves. Three sets of lungs heaving. Eli’s heart slamming against my chest as I collapse over him.

Then, carefully, they withdraw. Dante first, then Eli easing me up. The sudden emptiness pulls a sound of protest from my throat. I feel their cum already starting to leak from me, warm and obscene.

“Shh.” Cruz’s hands are on me before the loss can register. “You’re not staying empty, sweetheart. Not for another second.”

He settles onto his back next to where Eli was and pulls me onto him, and Brady moves in behind me, and they fill me again. Cruz is thicker than Eli, stretching me open again, the only lube needed being the mess Daddy left inside. Brady presses into my ass through Dante’s cum, the slide is easy and filthy and exactly right. It rips a sound from me I’ve never made before without warning—half pleasure-half hunger and filthy as sin itself.

“Fuck, she’s soaked with them.” Brady groans. “I can feel it. Feel him in you.”

They’re rougher, the two of them. Younger, hungrier, less patient. Cruz snapping his hips up while Brady drives down, and I stop being a person with thoughts and become a body being used, loved, kept.

“Greedy little cumdump.” Cruz’s grin is audible even through the wreckage of his voice. “Taking load after load. Two men’s cum in you and begging for more.”

“Beg for it.” Brady’s hand fists in my hair, pulling my head back. “Tell us what you want, angel. Say it.”

My voice comes out shredded. “Fill me. Please. Breed me. Give me everything, I want all of you inside me, I want everything.”

They come almost together, Brady with a broken shout, Cruz with a curse that dissolves into my name, and I feel it. Their cum joining the rest, four men’s seed mixed inside my body, twoloads in each hole, and I come again just from the thought of it, shaking apart between them.

They ease out slowly. I collapse onto the ruined sheets, thighs slick, both holes leaking, breathing like I’ve gone five rounds.

I have never felt so thoroughly claimed.

“Dakota.” Eli’s hand smooths my hair back from my sweat-damp face. “Color, princess.”

“Green.” I find his eyes. Make myself say the last part. “You’re not done. You promised.”

The pause that follows is the longest of the night. I watch it move through them—the final line, the one that makes it real. Tasting each other. Through me.

Eli moves first.

“Watch.” His dominant voice fills the room, quiet and absolute. “All of you. This is how we take care of what’s ours.”

He settles between my thighs, spreads me open with sure hands, and puts his mouth on my pussy. His tongue works into me, deliberate and thorough, licking his own cum and Cruz’s out of me in long, claiming strokes. The sight of it. Of Daddy’s face buried in me, cleaning me, not flinching is the most obscene, most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

When he lifts his head, his mouth and stubble glisten.