“Y-Yes!” I sob out.
“Are you going to come again?”
“Yes!” I shout. “Yes! Yes! Yes, fuck, yes!”
“I’m gonna come in your ass,” Arden promises. “You ready for it?”
“Same, but in your pussy.” Dash’s thrusts dissolve into frantic, desperate rutting. Seeing and feeling him lose control is what sets me off. My insides clench, and my muscles tighten. A long, loud cry tears out of my throat and fills the room, building until everything breaks, and I fall back against Arden.
“Oh, fuck! Yes!” He buries himself to the hilt, and I feel the warmth of his cum filling me a moment before Ranger’s cum hits my chest. Dash grits his teeth and roars as he, too, shoots his load deep inside me.
I have no chance to recover before they’re moving me again, lifting me onto my feet, then lowering me to a sitting position on the sofa once Dash is up. “Pull your legs back.” Ranger’s dick is softening now, hanging close to my face when he places a knee on the cushion.
I’m still breathless and dizzy, but I wrap my hands around the backs of my knees and pull my legs back. The three of them admire what they see: their cum dribbling out of me, running down my chest.
“Look at you,” Ranger murmurs, shaking his head. “Full of cum, sweating, shaking. Are you a nasty little slut?”
“I am,” I gasp, nodding. “Yes. I’m a nasty little slut.”
Our eyes meet, and he smiles—genuinely. “Good girl.” He and Dash lower my legs, touching me gently now. It’s over. I’m almost glad—I’ve never been this exhausted.
They help me to the bathroom, where I clean myself up as best as I can. Everything below my waist throbs. My legs shake, and even my arms are weak.
And somehow, I’m proud of myself. I’ll always look back on this night fondly, strange as it might sound. It makes me smile as I finish washing up, then step out of the bathroom to find my clothes laid out and waiting for me.
“Thank you.” I’m not quite ready yet, though, choosing instead to sit down and hydrate while the guys finish dressing. Once they do, they gather around me, stroking my hair, shoulders and legs as they check in to make sure I’m doing well. I’ve gone from feeling completely used to completely cared for.
And it makes me sad because I have to give it up. “I don’t know what I’m going to do now. You can’t go back to regular vanilla sex after this.” It’s not easy to admit, but I have no secrets from them.
They exchange a look, and I wonder if I said the wrong thing.
Turns out, it was the right thing.
“What if you didn’t have to go back to regular sex?” Dash asks. “What if we kept going on this way, permanently, as part of each other’s lives?”