Reid slid under me and pulled my hips down onto his c**k in one wet drop.
I was already ruined from his brothers. I took him to the root anyway, palms on his chest, hair in my face. Vance stepped in front of me and fed me his c**k again, thick from being in my cunt, tasting like me. Holt’s fingers were slick with whatever he had taken from between my legs. He pressed two of them against my ass and worked them in slow, stretching, patient in a way the rest of him was not.
“Breathe,” Holt muttered. “Dad’s bigger than I am. You clamp down and you’ll tear.”
Their father stood at the foot of the bed and watched his three sons open his son’s wife. He stroked himself once, unhurried, like he had all night and the guest room had always belonged to him.
“That’s enough fingers,” he said. “She’s
