Page 172 of Knot my First Rodeo

"You're so fucking beautiful like this," I say against her skin. "So open and ready."

I drag my tongue slowly through her folds. She moans, her hips bucking against my face. Briggs takes her hand, lacing his fingers through hers. Clint moves to her other side, his fingers finding her nipple, rolling it gently.

“She tastes like cherry almond cake,” I growl, licking again.

"More," she begs.

I lap at her clit, circle it with my tongue, then suck it into my mouth. Her cry is sharp, her legs trembling on either side of my head. I work her until she's writhing, her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips rocking against my mouth.

"That's it," I mutter, pulling back just enough to speak. "You gonna come for me, Sweetheart?"

"Tripp, please⁠—"

"Then, come."

I press my tongue flat against her clit and hum, the vibration pushing her over. She arches off the blanket, a strangled cry ripping from her throat as she comes, her cunt spasming against my mouth. I drink her down, licking through the aftershocks, until she's gasping and sensitive.

When I lift my head, her eyes are glazed, her chest heaving.

"Fuck," she whispers.

Clint grins. "That's just the beginning, Darling."

He pulls off his own shirt, his cock already thick and ready through his jeans. Briggs does the same, his gaze hot and hungry. I stand, unbuckling my belt, shoving my jeans and boxers down. My cock springs free, hard and leaking.

"We're going to take turns with you, Autumn. Using all your holes, so we can watch you feel every inch."

"Who first?" she asks, her voice husky.

"You get to choose."

"Tripp," she says. "I want you in my mouth again."

Fuck.

I move to her head, positioning myself. She turns onto her side, looking up at me, her lips parted. I grip my cock, rubbing the tip across her lower lip.

"Open, Sweetheart."

She opens and I slide inside, the heat of her mouth almost too much. She takes me deep, her tongue working the underside, her throat relaxing around me. I groan, my hips beginning to pump.

"Fuck, you're good at that."

Behind her, Briggs is finishing stripping. He coats his fingers in lube from the nightstand, and reaches between her legs, finding her pussy. "You're still dripping," he murmurs. "Let's get you ready for my cock."

He slides two fingers into her, and she moans around me, the vibration sending a jolt through my shaft. Briggs moves to her other side, his hand on her ass, squeezing, spreading.

"While Clint fucks your cunt," he says, his voice low and rough, "I'm going to stretch your ass. Are you ready for us to take this sweet virgin hole, too?"

She whimpers, her eyes fluttering closed. I thrust deeper, hitting the back of her throat, and she takes it without gagging.

Clint pushes his fingers in and out, her wetness coating his hand. "That's it, Darling. Fuck, you're still so tight."

Briggs slicks up his fingers and presses one against her asshole, circling, teasing.

"You want it, don't you? You want all three of us inside you."

She nods the best she can, her answer muffled around my cock.