Fill Her Up (Daly Way Series, Book Three) by Brynn Paulin

taut nipples. She closed her eyes and cupped her breasts. Knowing she had the rapt attention of at least two of the men, she plucked at the tips, pulling and rolling until she heard them groan. Slowly, she moved a hand down her belly and into her jeans. As she knew she would, she found her pussy slick with her arousal. She moaned, pushing her fingers as deep as she could.
    She felt a man against her back, his hands clasping her arms. “Mmm…yeah…” Conlin muttered, and she knew he and Regan were ready to rejoin the party. “Get those fingers nice and wet. I want to suck them off while Regan sucks me off.”
    Despite herself, another flow of cream flooded her fingers and she whimpered.
    “Keep going,” he told her. “Give those men of yours a show. Use your other hand to open your jeans. Give us your orgasm while we watch.”
    His fingers were tight, letting her know he wouldn’t release her until her climax overwhelmed her. Following his instruction, she shoved down her pants. They clung to her, halfway down her thighs. She’d never felt so…torrid. She liked the naughtiness of being partially clothed while she pleasured herself for them. Her entire hand was wet from her juices, and she felt her stomach clenching. Her pussy flexed around her fingers. Her thighs warmed as her climax built.
    She dropped back her head resting it on Conlin. He breathed heavily as her masturbation aroused him. His cock pressed into her back.
    Her eyes slitted open and she found the other men had opened their pants and were stroking their cocks while they watched her. She imagined one of their cocks driving into her while the others watched. While even people she didn’t know watched. While she was the prisoner for their desires.
    Regan climbed to his feet and walked behind them. She startled but didn’t slow as he reached around both of them and pinched her nipples hard.
    “Ah…God…” she screamed as her cunt clamped onto her shuttling fingers, fire flowing into her breasts as Regan let go. Behind her, she felt Con’s pants sliding down.
    Suddenly, he jerked. “Fuck,” he let out on a guttural moan. “Hard, Regan. Don’t stop, Verity. Come again…”
    She wasn’t sure she could keep moving…
    Patrick saved her from it. He crawled over to her and pulled off her boots and jeans. Holding her gaze, he rose. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom packet. In moments, he had it on. Lifting her, he brought her down on his cock. She heard more foil then hands behind her—not Conlin’s. He still held her tight by the upper arms. Regan… It was Regan. Cool gel-covered fingers pressed to her anus and she gasped at the cold against her super-heated passage. Determinedly, he pushed a finger inside her and past her clenching ring of muscles. All the while Patrick thrust into her cunt.
    Soon, Regan as fucking her with several fingers while Patrick claimed her pussy. Coiling, clenching pleasure tore and built inside her, destroying her resistance, doubling her tension. Another douse of lubricant entered her anus then Conlin’s long width pushed inside, so much bigger than Regan’s fingers had prepared her for.
    Patrick and Regan quickly learned each other’s rhythms and pummeled into their lovers in unison. As Patrick drove into her, Regan shoved into Con forcing the man into her. Con grabbed her hand and sucked away the essence lingering on her fingers.
    Through a haze, she saw Sim move behind Patrick. He had on a condom too. He held up a lube packet.
    “Will you take my fingers?” he asked.
    Her world seemed to pause and hold its breath while she waited for Patrick’s response. Looking over his shoulder, he grabbed Sim’s head with one hand and kissed him.
    “Just fucking do it,” he said. “Do it before I think about it.”
    Grinning, Sim ripped open the packet and slicked his fingers. Patrick’s face contorted, and a deep moan growled from his chest. His pace faltered but he didn’t stop. Conlin steadied her