Callan was careful as he pulled out, and laid down on my left side, situating me between him and Mateo. His chest glistened with sweat while I was just about soaked all the way through by now.

For a couple blissful minutes, I was allowed to collect myself. My pulse was pounding at a rapid pace as if I'd run a marathon, and it damn well felt like it. Just one more, and I would reach the finish line.

At the reminder of the last person standing, I looked up at Gideon. He was standing over us in the same place he'd been since we got to bed. His clothes were still on, and I had a suspicion they would stay on until I could no longer look.

It bothered me that he wouldn't allow me to watch him while he was naked. The short moment when I found him in the kitchen while he was unaware of me bombarded my mind, and my pussy freaking clenched at the image I had of him shirtless. He was bulky, all muscle and no fat. His skin was covered with breathtaking artwork that I could stare at for hours, trying to decipher their meaning, if they had any at all. All I could see now were the tattoo swirling around his neck and on his hands. That was hot in and of itself, but seeing the whole package couldn't be beaten.

Gideon was massive, and while he was about the same height as Mateo and a few inches shorter than Callan, it still seemed like he towered over them both all the same.

He was the definition of dark and mysterious, and I wanted to pry open that thick wall of his and see what he hid beneath.

The man in question narrowed his eyes at me as if he could read my mind. I knew I had a battle ahead if I ever wanted to get through his walls because he would surely fight me every step of the way, but I didn't mind. He was worth fighting for.

"Get on your hands and knees," he ordered me; the low gruffness of his voice stirred the last ember of arousal inside me. He started unbuttoning the top of his white shirt but stopped when I wasn't following his command.

His jaw clenched with the anger of not being obeyed, but to be fair, I literally couldn't move. My muscles shook when I tried to use them and I found it next to impossible to pick myself up.

"Get. On. Your. Hands. And. Knees," he growled, emphasizing each word.

"I can't," I bit out. "...Daddy," I added, my brain muddled with the overstimulation.

Finally realizing that I wasn't purposely disobeying, he nodded at his friends, signaling that they should help me.

Instead of going to my hands and knees like Gideon wanted, they turned me around and put two fat pillows under my hips, elevating my ass up in the air, and I laid my head down on my arms.

"You can use your safe word if you can't take any more," Mateo offered me an out as he looked down at my exhausted body.

"I don't need it, Sir," I assured him, though my voice came out raspy and tired.

"As long as you listen to your body. There's no shame in stopping."

Giving him a genuine smile, I said, "I know." While I was tired, I wanted to complete this. Tonight, I needed to have them all.

"Blindfold her," Gideon whispered to one of the guys. I could feel the bed on my right side move as Callan opened what sounded like the nightstand and got back to me. I lifted my head up enough for him to put the blindfold on me. Callan brushed a few hair strands away from my face that had gotten loose from my braid before the cool silky material was placed over my eyes.

I wasn't surprised Gideon wanted me blindfolded. I'd figured out he had some serious issues with me seeing him naked, though I had no idea why.

Sounds of clothing dropping to the floor reached my ears, and my heart thudded harder in my chest. One day, he was going to let me see him. I was determined to make that happen; how I didn't know, but it would happen.

Gideon moved up the bed, placing himself behind me. I let out a sigh as he palmed my ass and massaged my cheeks. He spread them enough for him to see my asshole and pussy clearly, and even after everything that had happened tonight, I managed to blush, knowing what he was looking at. Though, I wasn't embarrassed, only a teeny tiny bit shy.

For the third time tonight, I heard the lube bottle cap open, and my eyes widened behind the blindfold. Droplets of liquid dripped down my ass crack, and I stiffened. He wouldn't...he fucking wouldn't. Having Callan's cock in there was more than enough, and Gideon's girth was even bigger than even his.

When I felt the thick head of his dick prod my ass, I started objecting. "Daddy," I cried out, feeling him begin to push inside, his tip stretching me to the point of tears wetting the silky fabric over my eyes. "You'll break me." I was sure of it. I couldn't possibly handle him, could I?

One of Gideon's hands stroked my back soothingly, and he stopped with only the tip inside me. "You can take me," he said with conviction. His voice shook as he forced himself to hold still and not push further inside.

"I can't," I insisted, frightened by his girth. I squirmed, trying to get away, but somehow only managed to take him deeper inside me.

He groaned as I stretched around him, but he didn't move. "Do you trust me?" His question made me pause, and I stilled beneath him. Of course, I trusted him.

"Yes, I do, Daddy," I whispered back honestly.

"Good girl." The hand that stroked my back moved down to my ass, and along with his other hand, he started massaging me again.

A tension I didn't realize I had eased under his skillful touch. He didn't try to push me to take more than his tip. At least, not yet. All he did was calming me down, easing my stiff muscles.

I didn't know how long we stayed like this, but finally, I was once again loose and relaxed. Only then did Gideon slowly start to rock into me, all the while continuing to switch between massaging my cheeks and stroking my back.

His touch had a calming effect on me, and the earlier anxiety at the thought of taking him there vanished. I honestly did trust him to know what I would be able to take and what I wouldn't. He would never push me over my limit.

My ass burned as he stretched me, but the pain wasn't as bad as I'd thought it would be. Callan had already gotten me ready for Gideon.

Gideon took it slow, fucking me with a couple of inches first, before giving me more. He took his time, and he made it feel good even as it stung.

"That's a good little girl," he murmured, still stroking my skin. I could feel him shaking from the restraint he was showing as he fucked me with care. This was a new side of him I'd never met before. He was almost...sweet, which wasn't a word I ever thought I'd use to describe him. "I'm almost all the way in," he informed me. I wanted to say something back, but I couldn't. I couldn't even breathe. It felt like he was taking up all the space I had, as if he was rearranging my organs to make him fit.

While Gideon wasn't the longest, he definitely was the biggest, and damn if I couldn't feel that now.

When he was finally seated all the way inside, he held still, letting me grow accustomed to the feel of him.

As he started to move, sparks of pleasure along with a hint of delicious burning build inside my body. I was honestly shocked I had more in me to give.

I moaned at him as he grabbed my ass with his hands roughly, letting him know without words that I wanted more of this–of him taking control and being rough with me. I wanted him to be the dominant I knew. As much as I appreciated him being sweet with me in the beginning, sweet wasn't him, and that was what I wanted most of all, to have the real him.

Gideon growled as he gripped my cheeks tightly and started to fuck me with the fierceness I was used to with him. He pulled back in a slow motion until only his tip was inside me before slamming back in, filling me with all of him in one harsh thrust. The pleasure I felt at his rough fucking overrode the pain, but I knew I would definitely feel the ache come morning.

For the millionth time today, tears wetted my eyes as my nerves sang. The intense pleasure I felt bordered on painful.

He spread my cheeks, and I could feel his eyes on my ass, watching me take his length in my hole. He cursed as he watched, and his dick twitch inside me.

Soft moans, grunting, and skin hitting skin filled the space between us. His pelvis slammed into my ass, rocking my body forward with his forceful movements.

Pleasure spread low in my stomach as I climbed higher and higher. My hands clutched the sheet beneath me in tight fists, desperately trying to hold on to something as the blissful buzz rose inside me.

Just as I was on the cusp of coming, Gideon reached around my throat with his hand and pressed down just on the side of my neck, choking me.

I came harder than I'd ever had. My body shuddered beneath him, and just when I couldn't take anymore, he let go of my throat, entirely in control of how much I could take.

Gideon grunted softly as he followed me over the edge, and I felt my mind let go. These guys had officially fucked me into oblivion, and I couldn't have been happier–or more exhausted.

One of the guys took off the blindfold and turned me gently around, so I laid on my back. Pillows vanished from beneath me, and someone put a soft pillow under my head.

I looked up to see Callan watching me with the same tenderness I'd seen in his eyes earlier. Along with the tenderness was a possessiveness that had my tired body buzz with renewed energy–though energy was a bit of a stretch, it was more like...awareness.

"You were ours from the second we saw you," he stated as if I didn't have a choice in it, and the truth was, I didn't need to because he was right. I was theirs, but what they didn't know was that they were mine too. I'd been holding back on officially claiming them, afraid that this wouldn't last; after all, this had started as a time limit arrangement. But I slowly understood that this was so much more–we were so much more–and I was finally ready to admit it to myself.