They withdrew their fingers from me all at once. I missed their touch already, and we hadn't even gotten started yet.

My stomach tightened as I saw the lust in their eyes. I couldn't think straight–my thought were all jumbled from their attention.

Would I ever get used to this? Would there ever come a time when I didn't feel the butterflies in my stomach or feel my skin burn with the intensity of their gaze?

Mateo laid down beside me, and a pair of hands–Callan's–picked me up and made me straddle his friend. I could feel Mateo's hard cock between my legs. It was warm and pulsing, and the feeling made me even needier than I already was.

"Ride him, Bella, and ride him good," Callan commanded as he whispered in my ear. His chest rubbing against my back.

I looked up down at Mateo, and what I saw in his eyes made my body burn to do precisely what Callan had ordered me to do.

My body acted on pure instinct, rocking back and forth as I glided on his dick, my juices soaking him. He muttered a curse and pressed himself against my sex. I was teasing him as much as I was teasing myself. This skin-to-skin contact wasn't enough; I needed him inside me.

Sitting up a little, I grabbed his ridged length and positioned the tip against my entrance. I sat back down slowly, savoring the feeling of him filling me up, inch by delicious inch.

Apparently, he was displeased by me taking my time. He grabbed hold of my hips and pressed me down at the same time as he thrust up, sheathing himself fully inside me.

We both moaned as we kept still, just long enough for us both to get used to the powerful electricity buzzing between us.

In this position, he felt huge. I'd never had sex like this before; it had always been either missionary or doggy style. It made me feel nervous, not knowing what to do. Well...I knew what to do–that was all logical– but I didn't know what would feel good for him.

Moving my hips experimentally, I gasped at the feeling of him hitting my g-spot–it was so damn good, making my walls flutter around his girth. I did it again and achieved the same overwhelming feeling. My eyes rolled and my mouth opened with a sigh.

Mateo's hands were still on my hips, but for now, he was content with letting me control the movements. I had a suspicion it wouldn't last long, though. That wasn't the sort of man he was.

Little by little, my self-consciousness ebbed out, and I let go as I bounced on his dick, taking any pleasure he could give me.

Eventually, that wasn't enough for Mateo. He leaned up and took my nipple in his mouth, sucking it as he held my hips in place for his thrusts.

He started out rough, slamming into me with a power I was amazed he could do while lying beneath me. Curses flew out of his mouth as he took control, fucking me like he needed this–like I was an escape. I could hear how wet I was as he fucked me–the sounds seemed to urge him on.

My body tensed as I neared an orgasm, and I'd hoped they would let me have it like they did earlier. But no, Mateo slowed down his thrusts until he stopped moving at all.

I looked at him with questions in my eyes, but he only pulled me down to him, squashing my breasts to his chest. I almost jumped as I felt a wet finger prod the entrance to my ass, but Mateo held me firmly against him.

Gripping my hair in one of his hands, Mateo turned my head at the perfect angle for him to kiss me. The passionate kiss left me breathless and relaxed. I couldn't think about anything but his lips against mine. I only felt a small discomfort as the finger pushed past the initial resistance in my ass.

It didn't hurt or even burn, but I knew what would soon happen. I'd asked for it, to be filled by them all, but it didn't make me less nervous.

Mateo distracted me as another finger joined the first, kissing me and giving me slow, shallow thrusts with his cock. It was strange but also pleasant to feel them both inside me–both of them moving.

Callan–I guessed it was him–scissored his fingers inside me, stretching me for what came next. I whimpered as he pulled out his fingers, and Mateo held himself once again still inside me.

My body tensed as I felt something much bigger nudging my asshole. As much as I trusted these guys, I was scared. They were both huge, and I knew it would be a tight fit.

As the tip of Callan's cock pressed inside, I whimpered again. I could feel it was lubed, but it still hurt.

I was starting to have second guesses when someone maneuvered a hand between Mateo and me. He pressed his finger to my clit, massaging it expertly.

Mateo still held me to him, so I guessed it had to be Callan. I had no idea where Gideon was.

The pleasure didn't diminish the burn of the considerable stretch, but it did help me focus on something else. Slowly, I felt my muscles around Callan's dick relax, and he started pushing further inside.

Tears popped out of my eyes as my asshole stretched around his girth. Callan was relentless, both with my clit, and his persisting dick. The hurt was still there, but there was pleasure too–and enough of it to make me want this just as much as him.

"That's it, gorgeous, let him in," Mateo cooed. His hand started stroking my back–as if he was rubbing away the tension. And it helped.

After what felt like hours but could only have been minutes, Callan bottomed out with a loud groan. Mateo echoed it while I laid there panting.

"Fuck, you feel good, Bella," Callan whispered. He held himself over me, completely still, letting me get used to the feeling of them both inside me.

I felt completely filled, and while it still burned, my body couldn't care less. I'd done it; I had taken them both.

As I sighed, Mateo started moving again, slowly at first. And fuck, I'd never felt anything quite like it. The pleasure I'd felt earlier started building once more, like a little ember that just needed a little bit of air to make it ignite.

"Oh, god," I moaned as Callan began matching Mateo's careful thrusts. This...I had no words. I'd read about double penetration before, but I never really thought it could be as good as the women had described. I was deadly wrong. There was just one thing that was missing...

The bed dipped again, and I looked up to find Gideon watching me with heated eyes. When he knew he had my attention, he started unbuttoning his pants and unzipped himself.

He pulled out his cock, and my eyes locked on it. I hadn't seen his before. It was a bit shorter than the guys', but I could now see why I'd had trouble taking him; he was bigger in girth than anyone and any toy I'd ever had.

There were pre-cum on the tip, trailing down his dick. I licked my lips as I watched the drops slide down his length. I couldn't wait to get a taste of him. Would it be sweet, like Mateo's? Or salty like Callan's?

"Suck me," Gideon whispered and pressed the tip of his cock to my mouth. I didn't hesitate as I opened up, allowing him to push inside. Mateo had let go of my hair, and Gideon was now using it for leverage, pushing all the way in until his balls smacked my chin.

Hands were all over my body as they all collectively fucked me. I couldn't move; they were all holding me in place. And shit, it was so hot I was already fighting not to come.

I felt someone massaging my breasts roughly, pinching my nipples and kneading my soft flesh. Another was playing with my clit, making my pleasure more intense than it already was. I was too gone to keep my eyes open; all I could do was feel.

"Do you like this, little sub? Do you like us plugging all of your holes?" Mateo grunted. I moaned in answer, causing Gideon to curse as he fucked my throat.

Mateo and Callan mixed between thrusting in and out at the same time and seesawing. I didn't know what I liked more; I only knew that I didn't want to stop.

These dominants of mine were making me feel something I'd never felt before, a pleasure so intense I was scared to come, knowing it would be the strongest orgasm I'd ever experienced. I felt...completed, like this was how we were meant to be–together.

Their thrust grew harder with each minute, and I continued moaning around Gideon's cock, letting them know how much I loved this. Because I did; I loved them using my body and taking control of it as if it were their right.

At this moment, they owned me.

A hand locked around my throat, and I knew instantly that it was Gideon. I didn't need to open my eyes to know. It almost felt like a collar. He wasn't careful when he fucked my mouth, making me take all of him. Tears were running down my cheeks and I choked several times on his cock. Somehow, I liked how rough he was with me. He didn't treat me as if I was fragile.

Along with skin hitting skin, groans and curses filled my ear like the most erotic music I'd ever heard. It was heady, knowing I was the cause of them.

The orgasm came suddenly, and I had no means to stop it. My pussy and ass tightened around the enormous dicks; it was almost painful. Scratch that; it was painful but also unbelievably good.

"Yes," Callan hissed. "Come for us, Bella. Strangle our cocks."

Gideon tightened his hand slightly around my throat as they all slammed into me, prolonging my orgasm and making it even more powerful.

Mateo came with a groan, and then Callan. Gideon kept going, slamming the back of my throat again and again, until he too came, filling my throat with his cum.

He tasted a mix of both sweet and salty.

They pulled out of me gently, and I fell onto Mateo's chest with a content and tired sigh. His arms came around me, holding me close.

"Do you want us to wash you now or tomorrow?" Callan asked softly but with a husky undertone. We were all breathless–well, except for Gideon, I didn't hear him at all.

Opening my eyes, I let out a relieved breath as I saw he hadn't left. He'd gotten his pants back on, though, and for some reason, that bothered me. It looked like he wasn't planning on staying.

"Tomorrow," I croaked in answer. I didn't have the energy to move at all. I just wanted to sleep.

Callan didn't say anything more as he laid down. Mateo arranged me on the bed, so I was lying between him and Callan. Gideon moved away to sit on the end of the bed.

Someone trailed a finger down my cheek, gentle–almost lovingly. The touch squeezed my heart and almost brought tears to my eyes. I didn't know why the innocent touch made me feel so emotional, but I couldn't ignore the feeling.

My eyes shut, and I could feel sleep dragging me under. Before I fell asleep in their embrace–or maybe I already was sleeping, and this was a dream–I heard a soft voice whisper in my ear. "Choose us, Sweetheart, because we've already chosen you."

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