Flawless Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #2)(51)

“Holy shit, she’s tight. She’s going to strangle my cock when I get it in there. Easy, angel, I’m just going to stretch you a little.” Clint’s voice was tight with need, and Zoey forced her muscles to relax around him allowing him to penetrate her backside further. “That’s it, let me in.”

Their triple shot of concern and encouragement sent her desire even higher, and she felt herself rocking back on Clint’s fingers for more. As he slid a second and then a third finger into her body, she whimpered and bit Dalton’s lip so she could take a breath.

When he pulled back just a few inches, she gave him her best sexy look and resorted to begging, “Please, I need more.”

Another silent exchange happened between the brothers, but lust fogged her brain enough that she was having difficulty keeping up with their movements. Quickly she found herself being manipulated until she blanketed Tanner’s whole body. Clint’s fingers were still pulsing in and out of her ass, but now Tanner was on his back so his cock pressed against her weeping pu-ssy. Dalton knelt on the bed next to them and brought her hand up to fist his erection. She used her thumb to spread the moisture pooled on the head, and he moaned.

Tanner groaned when she tried to shift so she could line up his dick with her aching channel. “fu-ck, Clint, you better get your dick inside of her quick, or she’s going to be too full of me to take you.”

She felt Clint moving behind her so he was between Tanner’s spread legs. His hand flattened on her back, forcing her forward until her tits were scraping over his older brother’s bare chest, sending fire through her body again.

Clint’s fingers slid free of her ass, and then his thick cockhead pressed against her anus. Forcing his way past the impossibly tight ring of muscles, he groaned along with her. It was nothing like being full of a plastic dildo. The burning feeling was intense and it ran from her assh-ole to her fingertips and back. Her breathing came out in gasps as she tried to force herself to relax and let him inside of her.

Tanner’s hands came up to hold her head still, his large palms bracketing her flushed cheeks, “Easy, baby, breathe. Relax and bear down, let Clint in. You want this, you want us to fill you up, so relax and enjoy it.”

His focus on calming her emotions, allowed her to regain her control, and she did what he instructed. Her body easing to allow Clint to sink deeper into her backside. “Christ, you are fu-cking incredible, Zoey.”

“Back-atcha, Hollywood,” she moaned as his pubic hair tickled her ass cheeks, and then he eased his long, hard cock out of her, before sinking in again. Slowly she relaxed around him, then with another quick squirt of lube he was sliding in and out of her more easily, and pushing her to the edge of climax.

“No you don’t, baby,” Tanner snarled. Zoey popped her eyes open to find his liquid gold gaze blazing with heat. “I want in that pu-ssy before you come.”

This time when she shifted to line up her cunt with his cock, he let her. Her opening stretched around his thick shaft but with Clint inside of her ass, it was almost impossible to breathe through his entry. Focusing on Tanner’s full lips, which were set in a determined grimace, she pushed herself to relax.

A groan from her left had her glancing at Dalton. Her fist was still wrapped around his erection, but she wasn’t moving it. Instead, she was just locked on him like a vise as she concentrated on his brothers. He caught her looking and winked, “Don’t worry about me, kitten, I’m enjoying the show. I’ll catch up in a couple of minutes.”

The distraction was enough to allow Tanner to push his way into her body. Completely full of two of her three men, she could hear herself whimpering as she let sensation wash over her. They quickly worked out a rhythm between them, taking turns easing in and out of her body, giving her an unending stream of fulfillment. Her own blood seemed to be burning her up from the inside out as she fought to stay conscious through all of their ministrations.



When Dalton brought his cock to her lips and rubbed his sticky cock head against her, she parted them instinctively. His unique taste hit her tongue and she swallowed around him. He kept his thrusts shallow, so as not to distract her more from all of the other events happening, but he wrapped his hand in her hair to hold her head steady. It was the ultimate moment of bliss and submission for her. Her men took over and she just relaxed into their possession. Never again would she experience this for the first time. It might be good again in the future, but it would never compete with the feeling of acceptance that filled her as her climax broke free and swamped her like a tidal wave.



Later she would have to admit that she didn’t remember Dalton pulling free of her mouth and coming in his fist, or Tanner and Clint coming deep inside her body. Delicious pleasure swamped her, blinding her to everything but the acceptance of pure sexual hedonism, and she fainted.



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Later, she awoke tangled in a mass of sweaty sheets and masculine limbs with Clint sound asleep underneath her cheek. She allowed herself the opportunity to admire him while he slept. From his chiseled jaw and dimpled chin down the long sweep of his throat where his pulse beat steadily, and even further still to the wide chest that dipped and curved with only ridges of muscles breaking the solid plane. His build was significantly bulkier than either Tanner or Dalton, and for the hundredth time since he appeared back on the Triple T she wondered how Hollywood had missed out on this magnificent man.