to give him as much pleasure as they were giving me.

“God, your mouth,” Tyler groaned, his hand tightening in my hair. “You’re taking me so well.”

I moaned around him and felt Devon’s hips buck up in response. Marcus’s hands were on my breasts, rolling my nipples, adding sensation until I was drowning in it. Devon’s hands helped me ride him faster, deeper, his cock hitting that perfect spot with every thrust.

I could feel another orgasm building, tightening low in my belly like a coiled spring. Devon must have felt it too because his thumb found my clit, rubbing in tight circles.

“Close,” I gasped when Tyler pulled...