Chapter 192 Part 2
**Avery**
Donn’s mouth found my clit, his tongue a warm, insistent pressure. My hips bucked, an involuntary response to the sudden, exquisite pleasure. A low moan escaped me, caught in my throat. He sucked, a soft, wet sound, drawing me deeper into the swirling vortex of sensation. My knees trembled, threatening to give way.
James moved, his powerful hands catching me, supporting me as my body threatened to collapse. He lifted me effortlessly, carrying me to the large bed in the center of the room. The soft mattress enveloped me as he lay me down, his eyes never leaving mine, a silent challenge, a promise of utter surrender.
Clint was there instantly, shedding his swim trunks, his cock already thick and rigid. He knelt between my legs, his hand stroking my inner thigh, his fingers brushing against the slickness that had already gathered between my folds.
"So wet for us, darling," he murmured, his voice husky with desire.
Cassius, already naked, settled beside me, his hand reaching for my breast, kneading it gently. He leaned in, his tongue sweeping across my nipple, a delicious rasp that sent shivers through me.
Conner, too, stripped quickly, his body lean and powerful. He moved to my other side, his hand finding my hair, his fingers threading through the strands. He leaned down, his lips brushing my forehead, a soft, tender gesture that somehow intensified the raw desire building within me. Donn, still at my feet, moved up, his mouth returning to my core. His tongue delved deeper, circling, flicking, teasing, driving me to the brink. I gasped, my fingers digging into the sheets. "Oh, Donn… please…"
He paused, a triumphant smirk on his face. "Please what, love?"
"More," I choked out, my body writhing. "All of you. Now."
James, having stripped as well, moved between Clint’s legs, his cock, a thick, impressive length, pressing against my entrance. He waited, his eyes locked on mine, seeking permission, seeking my full, willing surrender. "Ready, sweetheart?" His voice was a low growl, a primal sound that resonated deep within my bones.
I nodded, my breath catching in my throat. "Yes."
He pushed, slowly, deliberately, his tip breaching my wet folds. A gasp tore from my lips, a stretch, a fullness that was both overwhelming and intoxicating. He felt bigger than I remembered. They all feel a bit different. Everything feels…so…so much more intense. He paused, letting me adjust, letting my body accept his girth. "Shh," he murmured, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb stroking my skin. "Just breathe, sweetheart."
Clint’s fingers, meanwhile, had found my ass, spreading my cheeks, his thumb pressing against my asshole. A jolt, a forbidden thrill, shot through me. "We want to occupy every part of you," Clint whispered, his voice a low thrum against my ear.
James began to move, a slow, deep thrust that filled me. The slicking sound of his cock sliding into my wet pussy was the only sound in the room, a primal rhythm. I arched against him, my legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him deeper still.
Donn, not to be outdone, moved up, his tongue sweeping across my clit, then up to my mouth. He kissed me, a deep, hungry kiss, his tongue intertwining with mine, tasting the salt, the desire, the raw need. His hand found my breast, squeezing gently, his fingers teasing my nipple. Cassius moved over me, his strong arms bracketing my head, his chest pressing against my breasts. He leaned down, his lips finding my neck, sucking, biting gently, leaving a trail of fire. His hand reached down, finding his own cock, thick and throbbing, and guided it to my ass. "Ready for another?" he rumbled against my ear, his voice thick with lust.
My eyes widened, a thrill of shock and excitement. "Cassius…"
He didn't wait for an answer, simply pushed. A sharp intake of breath, a sudden, intense stretch as his head breached my tight opening. I cried out, a mix of pain and pleasure. "Easy, Red," he murmured, his hips pressing against my ass, slowly, carefully, pushing more of himself inside me. "Just relax around me."
I squeezed my eyes shut, focusing on the sensations. James’s deep, rhythmic thrusts fill my pussy, stretching me, filling me with his potent presence. Cassius’s slow, insistent invasion of my ass, a new, exhilarating fullness. Donn’s tongue in my mouth, his hand on my breast, his body pressing against mine. Clint, still kneeling, moved his hand lower, his fingers finding the delicate skin of my perineum, pressing between my two holes. The pressure, combined with the dual penetration, sent my senses reeling.
Conner, from my side, leaned over, his hand stroking my hair, his lips brushing my ear. "Just let go, Avery. Let us take you."
I did. I let go. I bucked against James, meeting his thrusts, my hips rising to meet Cassius’s slow, deliberate pushes. My body became a conduit for their pleasure, their desire. The sounds in the room intensified: the wet shlicking of James’s cock, the deeper, more muffled squelch of Cassius’s, my own gasps and moans, Donn’s hungry kisses.
James’s thrusts grew harder, faster, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He leaned down, his forehead pressing against mine, his eyes blazing. "Almost there, sweetheart. Cum for me." Cassius, too, picked up his pace, his hips slamming against my ass, his grunts of effort echoing in the room. His hand reached down, finding my clit, rubbing it with a firm, insistent pressure. My body tensed, the pleasure building to an unbearable crescendo. My muscles contracted, clenching around both their cocks. My breath hitched, a scream tearing from my throat as I convulsed, a wave of pure, unadulterated orgasm washing over me. My pussy clamped down on James, milking him, and my ass tightened around Cassius, squeezing every last drop of sensation.
James groaned, a deep, guttural sound, his body tensing, then bucking, a hot gush of cum filling me. Cassius, too, let out a roar, his body shuddering, a warm spurt of liquid filling my ass. Donn kissed me deeply, his tongue sweeping through my mouth, tasting my pleasure, his own body trembling with residual desire. Clint, his face flushed, leaned over, pressing a kiss to my sweaty forehead. Conner, still stroking my hair, simply watched, a soft smile on his lips.
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