Free Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) by Brynn Paulin

pushing their tongues over her nipples. The two broke into a freeform of pleasure, each exerting different pressure, one licking while the other nipped or sucked or blew to chill the tip.
    Patrick left her side. She experienced a moment of fear—he’d been her touchstone. Where was he going? He dragged down the gag, letting it rest damply against her throat. Climbing over her, he pressed his cock to her lips. She opened readily, moaning as he slipped inside. The sensation of his wide head pushing over her tongue brought a second moan. It was right then that she realized the men were naked. They’d taken off their clothes before coming into the room. Surely, Patrick wouldn’t have been the only one without garments. No… She didn’t sense cloth from a shirt against her thighs.
    A pleasant shudder clenched through her belly. All four were naked. All four were giving her pleasure and taking their own pleasure on her. It surprised her that she wanted this, that she desired it so much—losing control, being used, being subject to their desires and what they wanted.
    Underlining her thought, Patrick reached down and threaded his fingers in her hair. He lifted her head, re-angling her to better take his cock. She jerked, choking as he pushed deep. Panicking, she struggled for control. He pulled back, but a moment later moved forward again. Her eyes watered as he repeated the action until, slowly, her throat opened for him. Goose bumps crawled along her arms as a sense of triumph filled her. She sucked him, pressing her tongue to the thick vein running the underside of his cock.
    Just when she though he might come, he pulled away.
    “Don’t,” she pleaded.
    “Oh no, honey. I’m not coming in your mouth. We’re all going to fill your pretty little cunt. Conlin. I think Verity’s mouth needs your attention.”
    Oh no… Sim had told them her fantasy. She could tell by Patrick’s demeanor. She wasn’t sure if she was horrified or pleased.
    She sucked in a gasp as Conlin pressed his cock to her lips. He grasped her hair a little rougher than Patrick had. “Open up,” he demanded.
    Her eyes went wide behind the blindfold. Her breath rushed in and out of her. She couldn’t do this… These men weren’t anything like Patrick and Sim.
    “Relax, darlin’,” Patrick murmured near her ear. “Con might be the nicest man you’ll ever know. He’s just playing for you. Understand? Sim and I won’t let anyone hurt you.”
    She nodded.
    “Now open up for him,” Patrick commanded, his voice harder as he slipped back into his role.
    Slowly, she parted her lips. Conlin immediately pushed in, not pausing until he hit the back of her throat. Ruthlessly, he fucked in and out, commanding all her senses so thoroughly she nearly missed the sound of foil ripping.
    A muffled scream sounded around Conlin’s meaty cock as Regan drove into her pussy. Even with Sim’s ministrations and Regan’s oral pleasure, the shock of the penetration shook her. He didn’t pause, starting a relentless pummel while he held her hips angled the way he wanted.
    Someone bit her nipple, and she felt her world slide sideways. Everything became fuzzy. A roiling mass of sensation tingled around her body, a blanket of pure pleasure. Vaguely, she heard Regan bellow. He stiffened in her cunt. Sparks flew through the disorienting space that had claimed her. She was soaring, falling, exploding.
    As Regan moved away, another man took his place. Conlin left her mouth. Another cock filled it. Always there was a man in her mouth, a man in her cunt, two mouths on her breasts as they moved around her.
    Verity lost track of her orgasms. Her cheek rubbed the sheet beneath her, and she wondered how she’d ended up this way. Her shoulders were to the mattress, her ass in the air. They’d moved the gag back over her mouth. One of the men knelt behind her. He held the hands bound at the small of her back as he covered her, bucking into her like a stallion covering his