It was a blessing to get to lie down on the bed. The chilly comforter underneath my heated skin felt heavenly, and I could finally relax as my body literally melted on the mattress. The sweat on my skin made the silk sheets stick to my body, but I couldn't find it in me to care.

Neither of the men joined me in bed at first. All of them were standing above, looking down at me. It made me feel small and bare beneath their heavy gaze. Even with their clothes on, I could see how much this punishment was affecting them, their hard cocks tented their pants, and I was surprised to feel a flutter in my pussy. No matter how many orgasms I'd already had, I still wanted them, and I didn't think anything could change that.

Mateo was the first to start undressing. I watched with greedy eyes as he wrenched off his t-shirt, showing me a swimmer's body with broad shoulders, defined abs, and narrow waist.

Damn, these men had the bodies of gods. They were all perfect in their own way, and to be quite honest, I loved the variation between the three.

Next to go were his jeans, and I could see he once again had gone commando. His cock slapped against his stomach as soon as his pants were out of the way. It was angry red, and the vein underneath his cock was bulging. His tip leaked with pre-cum, and I licked my lips, suddenly desperate to taste him.

Having seen the look on my face, Mateo chuckled. "Not this time, gorgeous," he said to me. While his friends were watching, Mateo climbed up on the bed and spread my legs before situating himself between them. His dick resting against my overly swollen and beyond-drenched pussy.

Leaning down, he whispered in my ear, "We're going to take turns with you," he informed me, making my sensitive clit throb even more. "We'll fuck you raw until we're satisfied. How does that sound, little sub?" Mateo ground himself against me then, sliding between my lips and rubbing my clit with his cock.

"Yes, please, Sir," I cried out in a hoarse whisper, unable to make any sound beyond that. I was already well into exhaustion, but I still had some energy left to give if it meant I could have them.

He pressed my legs even further apart as he situated his tip against my entrance. With a harsh thrust, he bottomed out, and I gasped at the fullness of him inside me.

"Fuck," he cursed. "You feel like fucking heaven wrapped around my dick." Gone was the sweet, carefree man, and in his place was the other half of him, his dominant side. I could hear the change in his voice and feel it in the air around me.

Mateo fucked me with forceful thrusts, his skin hitting mine as he slammed inside. He didn't give me a break to get used to his size, but the pain mixed in with the pleasure only aroused me more.

My breath was ragged and harsh as my chest rose and fell at rapid speed. Already, my orgasm was building, and tears hadn't stopped spilling from my eyes. The intense pleasure was nearing on unbearable, but I wanted this–I wanted them–and nothing could stop me, not even painful pleasure.

"Oh God," I cried, feeling him hit the end of me time and time again. There was no slow and steady like the morning I had with him not long ago, but fuck if I didn't like this just as much, if not more. I loved the way he handled me and took charge of my body, and the ecstasy he elicited in me was something I never wanted to be without.

"You feel so good," Mateo murmured between pants. "You're strangling my cock with that tight pussy of yours."

His hand wedged himself between our bodies and found my clit. Knowing how sensitive I was, he didn't put too much pressure on it, but it still felt like too much. It almost stung as he rubbed it, but he managed to make it feel good as well.

I didn't know when my eyes had fallen closed, but when I opened them, it was to see Mateo staring down at me with the most intense, fervor gaze.

Something passed between us in that second as I looked up at him, something that made my pounding heart stop for just a brief, brief while.

Devotion.

"Come for me, gorgeous. Let me feel your pussy milk my cock dry," Mateo commanded as his movements became jerky, and I fucking came.

My pussy clamped down around his dick, and a raspy cry ripped out of me. The orgasm was powerful, and I couldn't think as the euphoric feeling spread across my body.

Mateo pumped into me, and I could feel his cock swell just before he came too. His weight was on me for a short while as he calmed down and collected himself, and thank God for that because it gave me time to collect myself as well.

Two more...Holy hell, it was going to be tough, but I couldn't make myself quit either. Now that I'd had one oof them, I couldn't stop without having the other two, no matter how much my body was ready to tap out.

Mateo dragged himself from his position on top of me to my right side and laid down there, close enough to feel his body heat without him touching me.

The mattress moved beneath me as I saw Callan taking place between my legs next. I'd missed him taking off his clothes, and I cursed myself because of it. Watching them strip was foreplay in itself.

Callan's fingers glistened once again with lube, and I figured quickly what he planned to do. Truth be told, I was almost glad my pussy would get a break. It had been used and abused, and it definitely needed some time out.

"Help me with the pillow," Callan said to Gideon, and he was quick to comply. I didn't know what they were doing until Mateo lifted my ass up from the bed, and Gideon placed a pillow below my lower back.

"Perfect," Callan commented, watching me in my new position with my lower parts angled upwards. Reaching out to rub my asshole, he looked up at me, his eyes dark with want. "Such a good girl, Bella. You're taking your punishment so well," he praised me as he pushed his fingers slowly back inside me. Thankfully, it didn't burn like it had done earlier. Scissoring me again, he made sure I was good and ready for him before withdrawing his fingers.

Grabbing a towel that I hadn't noticed before now, he dried his hand off before leaning over me, his cock prodding my backdoor. I could feel the wet tip and realized that he must've covered it with lube beforehand; it was too wet to just be pre-cum.

"It's been torture for us, having to wait for this," he admitted on a groan. "But fuck if you're not worth the wait."

He pushed inside slowly, taking his time as he filled me inch by inch. I clenched my jaw as I forced the muscles in my ass to relax, but damn, he was big. He rocked into me, giving me more of his length until he was all the way in, and I sighed in relief.

Callan held himself still for a minute, letting me adjust to him. His arms which were placed on sides of my head shook with the restraint he was showing, and I knew keeping still must've been hard for him.

Air whooshed out of me the second he started moving. Nerves that hadn't gotten too much attention throughout this night sparked to life, and a long, throaty moan escaped me.

"This ass is made for me," he announced as he rocked into me; his voice shook as he tried to keep his thrusts slow and gentle.

"It's yours," I mumbled, not even realizing what I was saying as I started to meet his thrust, urging him silently to fuck me harder. My ass wasn't as sensitive as my pussy was, and the pleasure I felt wasn't too overwhelming.

"Oh, rest assured, I know it is," he fired back. He pulled almost all the way out and slammed back in.

My throat, too dry to scream, only let out a groan as he sped up, taking what he needed and gave me what I wanted.

There were nerves in the ass that I hadn't ever been aware of until I met Callan. I was so freaking happy he'd let me discover how good it actually could feel to be fucked there.

My tits bounced with his thrusts, and they stole his attention. My nipples were knotted tight and felt achy. Bending down, he took one in his mouth and bit down on it hard enough for me to wince before he soothed it with his tongue. The sting was delicious.

"So fucking perfect," he muttered again as he moved on to the other nipple. He looked lost in lust and not entirely aware that he was talking. His eyes were hazy and filled with the same intense pleasure I was feeling, and in his eyes, with his body wrapped around mine, I lost myself too.

The room was filled with our panting as he fucked my ass like he truly owned it. He kept his thrusts hard and deep, and once he found the perfect tempo for us both, he didn't change a single thing. In my experience, when I–very rarely­­­–got a minor tingling of pleasure while I had sex with a guy, they usually changed the rhythm completely, as if it would help me get there faster. The truth was, it fucked it up and ruined it for me.

In other words: Keep the same pace if a girl finds it pleasurable. Same if you play with her clit. Don't change it up if it's fucking working unless you know what she enjoyed beforehand.

Callan finally let go of my aching nipple and instead focused on my throat, finding my sensitive stop just behind my ear. His hands stroked my body, worshipping my flesh as he rocked into me, filling my ass with his cock again and again. My nerves sang with a fierceness as he activated damn near every one of them.

I could feel the orgasm getting closer with each thrust, and I had to close my eyes for a second, steeling myself from what I knew would rock me to my core.

"Look at me," Callan grunted. "I want to see you when you come all over my cock."

Shaking my head, I tried to tell him I couldn't, but I couldn't even open my damn mouth, let alone my eyes. Tears pressed against my eyelids, and my muscles tightened in preparation for what would surely break me. Holy fuck, I was so not ready for this one.

A hard slap on my left breast made my eyes open wide in shock as the sting on my nipple traveled straight down to my clit. Looking up at Callan's face, I saw a satisfied expression.

"Much better. Next time, you follow my fucking command," Callan growled, his eyes narrowed in warning. The way he was dominating me, not just with his body but with his words, finally did it. A hoarse cry left my mouth as I exploded, my ass pulsed around his cock, and Callan let himself go alongside me.

There was an intimacy in holding eye contact with a person as you both orgasmed. For a few seconds, your soul was bare to each other, revealing things neither was quite ready to admit out loud but wanted to share, nevertheless.

I saw a tenderness in his that made my heart hurt and made my stomach flutter with butterflies. There was warmth in there and something really close to adoration.

I didn't know what he saw in mine. I only knew he liked whatever it was if the soft smile was any indication.

Fuck. These men were fucking me up, and not just in the physical way.