"Trying to take control again?" Callum hissed as he pulled back slightly. "Oliver, you should move because I don't think either one of us is going to last long."
She sent Oliver a smile as he aligned his cock with her lips.
"Suck me hard, darling. I'm ready to fill you up." Oliver's hand found her hair, his fingers tangling as he showed her that, this time, he meant business. There was no playing, just the hard thrust of his cock against her lips and the demand that she pleasure him. It was a demand she intended to meet since they'd already brought her more satisfaction than she could imagine.
She wrapped her lips around Oliver's cock and gave over to him. He fucked her mouth hard, gaining ground as Rory and Callum did the same. They worked themselves inside her until she couldn't remember where they ended and she began.
Her body relaxed as though it knew her Masters would take care of her. She let them control the flow of passion. She rode the wave between them. Rory stroked inside while Callum pulled out. When he did, a flurry of sensation startled her. She hummed out, the vibrations causing Oliver to tighten his hand and stroke in harder. It was as if a hundred new nerve endings came alive deep inside and they all flared with sizzling sensations.
They rode her body like the Masters they were, creating a rhythm she could only marvel at. Any way they pushed or pulled her brought another pleasure, another new intimacy.
Oliver hissed and lost his rhythm as he began to spill inside her mouth. "Take it all, love. Every bit. Take all of me."
She drank him down as he came on her tongue. She wanted everything he had, wanted to be filled with him, to know that she had his essence inside her as she moved through her days.
Rory thrust and ground against her, his cock as deep as it could go. Over and over, he slammed up, hitting just the right spot. She hadn't thought she could orgasm again so soon. She hadn't minded giving her body to them, had expected only the intimacy of surrendering to her men, but they'd brought her to the edge. She gasped, dragging air in, the taste of Oliver still on her tongue.
"Give it to us," Oliver insisted, staring into her eyes. "I want to watch you. Let me see you come for them. Come, Tori."
Callum flexed inside her, and she went careening over the edge. She could feel them losing control, their thrusts becoming fierce. They fucked her hard, and she was lost in them. Pure sensation became the air she breathed. She didn't need anything but their hands and mouths and cocks. She screamed as she came again, harder this time. They threw her into an ocean of sweet fire and she didn't want it to ever stop.
Rory shouted her name as she felt the hot wash of his pleasure. And then she was filled with Callum as he ground himself into her, holding her tight and giving up everything he had.
She fell in a heap of flesh, her men holding her tight.
She couldn't help but laugh. Her whole body felt light, but her heart was so full. Full of love for them, full of gratitude, full of hope for the first time in forever.
Callum smiled down at her. "Rest now, love."
She'd rested her whole life, holding herself back and allowing nothing to truly touch her. She was so done with that.
She growled a little and kissed him, dragging his bottom lip into her mouth. "You're not ready for the next round?"
Oliver chuckled, and Rory suddenly thumbed her nipples.
"We've created a monster," Rory said, and she could feel him stirring once more.
"As long as she's our monster." Oliver bent and kissed her with reverence.
She was theirs. Now and forever.