Chapter 157: take me

Chapter 157: Chapter 157: take me

They swam toward the bank. Enzo lifted her easily from the water, one arm beneath her shoulders and the other beneath her knees, carrying her the short distance while Reid and Dean spread their discarded clothes across the soft grass.

The fabric made a rough makeshift bed, flattened with quick impatient hands.

The moment she was laid down, Enzo’s voice came above her.

"You’re not leaving until every cock has been inside you."

The words landed low in her stomach, a promise and a warning all at once.

Reid and Dean knelt on either side of her, the heat of their bodies closing on both sides. Enzo stood over her, his silhouette blocking the light and slowly peeled off his wet underwear. the heavy length of him sprang

free, thick and flushed, and he took himself in hand.

He stroked himself in front of her face, letting her watch– slow pulls of his fist along the thick shaft, the swollen head glistening.

Her mouth went dry at the sight of him, at the sheer size of what he intended to bury inside of her.

Then he raised her legs, parted her thighs, and dragged the thick head of his cock through her folds—teasing, circling, never quite giving her what she wanted.

The slippery drag of him against her most sensitive flesh pulled a shuddering breath from her lungs.

She tried to angle her hips, to catch him, but he pulled back with a knowing sound.

"Please—" she breathed, hips lifting. "Put it in. I need it—"

Dean and Reid had already stripped their own underwear away. The sight of them—hard, thick, waiting—made her ache even more.

Reid’s cock curved slightly toward his stomach, a bead of moisture already gathering at the tip. Dean was, thinner, the veins along his shaft prominent as he fisted himself slowly. They watched her with dark, hungry eyes, their patience clearly wearing thin.

Enzo thrust in with one hard motion.

Amelia’s back arched off the makeshift bed, a sharp cry tearing from her throat as he filled her completely.

"Uughhhhh..."

The stretch was sudden and overwhelming, her body clenching around him as he seated himself to the hilt. He paused there, buried deep, letting her feel every inch of him before he began to move in slow, deep thrusts, each one dragging against every sensitive place inside her. The rhythm was almost punishing in its patience-pulling back until she thought she’d lose him, then driving forward again, bottoming out with a wet, satisfying sound.

"You’re so good," she gasped, eyes fluttering. "So deep-feels so good-"

She turned her head toward Dean. One hand wrapped around his thick cock, stroking the throbbing length. Heat pulsed under her fingers. Seeing the way his jaw tightened, the way his hips twitched into her grip, only made her bolder.

She twisted her wrist on the upstroke, smearing the wetness at his tip down his shaft, and he hissed through his teeth.

"Come closer."

He shifted nearer. She leaned in and dragged her tongue across the tip

His breath left him in a rough sound. She took the head into her mouth and sucked, while Enzo continued to fuck her in those deep, steady strokes. The taste of him-salt and skin-flooded her senses, and she hollowed her cheeks, taking him deeper until he nudged the back of her throat.

Amelia clenched hard around the thick length buried inside her. Enzo’s rhythm faltered a second before he drove in deeper, a low growl leaving his throat.

"Fuck-your pussy feels so good. So tight and perfect around me. Like it was made inch of your alpha."

Reid’s hands found her breasts, thumbs circling her hard nipples before pinching lightly. His voice came rough with open hunger.

"Look at you. Mouth full, pussy stretched, still begging for more with every sound you make. Such a greedy little thing for us."

She could only answer in broken moans, the vibrations traveling straight down Dean’ lower body as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

His supporting arm trembled. The wet heat and the sounds she made around him clearly wrecked his control.

"You’re doing so well," Dean said, voice strained. "Don’t you dare stop. Keep sucking just like that."

The filthy praise only wound her tighter. Her back arched hard off the spread clothes, pushing her breasts more firmly into Reid’s hands while her hips rolled to meet every thrust Enzo gave her.

Reid took the opportunity to roll her nipples between his fingers, tugging just hard enough to make her gasp around Dean’s cock. The twin sensations-the thick stretch between her legs, the wet weight in her mouth, the sharp sparks of pain-pleasure from her breasts-built into a dizzying, overwhelming rhythm.

Enzo’s pace sharpened. He gripped her thighs harder, holding her open as he drove into her with deeper, faster strokes. His grey eyes locked on her face-dark, hungry, almost starved, as if no amount of her would ever be enough. Sweat beaded at his temples, his jaw clenched with the effort of holding back.

He leaned down, pulling her closer. Amelia let Dean’s cock slip from her mouth with a wet sound and reached for Enzo instead.

Their mouths crashed together, messy and open. He never slowed. Every thrust stayed hard and relentless even as he kissed her, his tongue sliding against hers in time with the rhythm of his hips.

"How does it feel?" he demanded against her lips, voice rough.

Her arms locked around his shoulders, nails digging into damp skin as she chased every stroke.

"So full-so deep-I can feel every inch of you. It feels so good I can’t think. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop."

He didn’t. He buried his face in her neck, teeth

He didn’t. He buried his face in her neck, teeth grazing her pulse, and drove into her harder still until the world narrowed to the weight of him above her, the stretch of him inside her, and the low, broken sounds spilling from her throat with every thrust.