As Cole’s hands dug lightly into her hips, Hannah got the message. She angled herself better and simultaneously, she and Cole groaned as his cock was buried deep in her pussy.
They were left alone for a moment. Paris and Xander knelt on the bed around them, and Hannah felt their eyes on her as she moved higher so that just the tip of Cole’s cock was inside her, before slowly moving down again so he was deep inside her.
Cole’s hands found her breasts, cupping them gently as she writhed on his cock, gyrating her hips for maximum pleasure.
Behind her, Paris smoothed his palms up her back, tracing her spine as he did so. She felt goosebumps arise on her skin. His lips met her top vertebrae as he followed the line of her collarbone, then up to her ear. His nips became firmer, and she shivered at the confluence of sensations.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Hannah,” he murmured in her ear before rimming the curve with his tongue. “Taking your pleasure from Cole. Letting us watch. And the honey from your pussy is the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
His words shot right through her core and she gripped Cole’s chest tight with her hands, holding on as his cock slipped out of her just enough to hit her clit.
Paris’s hands went down her back again but this time he pressed lightly, pushing her chest down to meet Cole’s. She knew what was coming, or thought she did, until Paris’s hand came down on her ass. It wasn’t as hard as Xander’s, but there was that now-familiar heat coursing through her body.
“Fuck, man,” Cole growled out. “Her pussy’s like a fucking vise when you do that.”
Paris slapped her again, and Hannah’s pussy spasmed around Cole. Another groan ripped through him.
She should have been shocked at his behavior. She should have railed at his treatment of her.
Hannah knew what violence was. Hungry stomachs and idle hands often resulted in raised voices and raised fists where she came from. But this was completely different. There was no anger behind the slaps, from either Xander or Paris. There was only sensuality and a mutual agreement that all of them would benefit from the experience.
Snug between Cole and Paris, Hannah felt the now-familiar sensation of warm lube being applied to her asshole. Paris, ever considerate, took his time opening her, ensuring she was prepared. Cole slowed down his movements, allowing Hannah to steady her breath and get ready.
When Paris’s cock rimmed her back passage, Hannah felt the urge to protest. She knew he would fit from experience, but it still seemed improbable with Cole already lodged inside her. But she remained quiet, except for the gasps that escaped her as Paris inched his way inside.
“Fuuuck,” Paris groaned as finally bottomed out inside Hannah. Cole’s breath was ragged as he began to move. Both men held Hannah firmly in place as they began to work in tandem. Her breasts rubbed against Cole’s chest as they moved her back and forth, Paris’s balls hitting her with each thrust.
Hannah closed her eyes in ecstasy and then opened them as a third set of hands cupped her face.
“Ready, little one?” Xander asked. He knelt next to her, one hand fisting his cock. Hannah nodded and angled herself better, opening her mouth instinctively as he guided himself inside her eager mouth.
There she was, fucked by all three men. It was intense; it was overwhelming; it was ecstasy.
Unable to move or really think about how to act, Hannah merely let them use her. Cole thrust upwards into Hannah, then, when he retreated, Paris moved further into her ass.
Paris’s grip on Hannah’s face was sensitive but sure. Her hair was a mess, and he rolled it into his fist, tilting her mouth up into an angle that let her take him even deeper.
Every nerve in Hannah’s body was affected. She felt waves of pleasure wash through her. Her breasts rubbed eagerly against Cole, her nipples aflame with the delicious friction.
Each time Cole thrust into her, her clit was rubbed even more, and the pressure in her ass brought new life to her body.
Moaning around Xander’s cock, saliva dripping down her chin, Hannah gripped Cole’s sides, needing to tether herself to something solid.
As her moans became louder, Paris picked up his pace, already punishing, and Cole followed suit.
“Sweetheart,” Cole panted. “You’re fucking fantastic,” he grunted as he thrust hard into her.
“So good,” Paris echoed.
“Deeper, little one,” Xander commanded and Hannah relaxed her throat, taking him deeper than ever before. She was rewarded with a visceral moan, deep and baritone.
Knowing she had such an effect on her men sent Hannah into a tailspin of an orgasm. Her body didn’t know how to react; it simply shattered. She gripped Cole; clamped her mouth down on Xander’s cock.
Vaguely, she registered harder thrusts from Cole and Paris, felt the wetness increase inside her as it dripped out of her. Xander held her head, his come hitting the back of her throat. She tried to swallow but her body wasn’t cooperating, and she felt it drip out of her mouth, pooling between her breasts.
Her last thought was of intense fulfillment. She had told Paris, Cole, and Xander what she needed, what she desired, and they had listened. They had acted exactly how Hannah had envisioned them to, and now she could fall into the deepest sleep imaginable.
“Not so fast, little one.” Xander’s words were too soothing, however, and her eyelashes fluttered, heavy with sleep.
Hannah felt herself float off the bed, only registering she was being carried into the shower once the warm water hit her body.
She mumbled a protest.
“Shh, Hannah. Let us wash you. Then you can sleep.” Paris’s words held the same comfort and she rested her head on his shoulder as his hands washed their bodily fluids off her.
“It’s not nighttime yet,” she murmured.
“No, but it’s nap time, sweetheart,” Cole murmured into her ear.
Hannah drifted in and out of sleep, aware only of small details. The soft, fluffiness of a towel as Cole dried her hair, the warmth of the blankets as Paris tucked her in.
A kiss, then another, and a third, on her forehead.
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