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by Knight, Natalie

  My own fucking body is so hot and super charged I think I can see the static fly off me and rival our current electricity supplier.

  Just imagine if this was a new way to create power. If so, we’d generate more electricity than the world could handle, just us.

  A good fuck always leaves me in a better fucking frame of mind.

  The hot flesh beneath me is tensing.

  “You can’t come yet, Meg,” I growl.

  I don’t want her to fucking come before us. She has to come after us.

  At my words, I see Meg tense her body and briefly stop bobbing up and down on Paul’s cock.

  Evan below me is grunting and fighting me for her. He’s close to coming. I can tell form the way his body is tensing up.

  I wish he weren’t quite there yet, but I can hardly command him not to come just yet, although it might be entertaining. I mean, we all fucking know. No one tells Evan anything.

  Of course, none of us really like to take orders from anybody. We’re all successful alpha males, basking in our success and enjoying being number one.

  Thank goodness we’re all in different fields. If we weren’t, the sparks would fly higher than they are right now.

  With my own electrical grid about to short circuit and feeling Evan explode into Meg like a giant volcano, I know I’ve only got one or two more thrusts in me.

  I give it all I’ve got and pummel harder and faster into her.

  And then I erupt in her and shoot my huge load into that tiny private hole of hers.

  I can feel the cum drip out as I keep squirting load after load into her.

  “Now you can come,” I growl, and I’m not sure, but I hope Evan’s going to use his finger around her pussy to give her a hand.

  But it seems not necessary.

  As I say for her to come, she’s shaking violently, and I can feel her own orgasm take a hold of her. At the same time, I see Paul take his cock out of her mouth.

  When my body stops shaking, I pull out of her and collapse on the bed beside her. Evan rolls Meg off his body, and Paul quickly grabs her.

  He does not waste any time. I watch him lift her legs and drape them up over his shoulder.

  “Tell me how badly you want it, baby,” Paul says.

  The words are quick on her lips. “Yes, Paul, oh fuck. I’m coming again.”

  Then his cock pushes into her. She’s still got Evan’s cum dripping out of her. Paul doesn’t care, and I realize he’s the only one who hasn’t fucked her.

  We gather around the two of them, and I lock lips with her while Matt and Evan take a tit each.

  Paul does not take long to shoot his cum into her overfilled pussy. And with all the extra attention, Meg comes again.

  In the end, we all collapse in a bundle of arms, legs, heads, and cocks onto the bed.

  Meg is in the center, and we each touch her somewhere on her body. I’m not sure, but some of the bruises on her body have already intensified, and I fear they’ll only get worse before they get better.

  When I think what might have happened tonight, I still fucking can’t believe it. I want to envelop her, to protect her forever.

  We all want to dominate her and to have her within our grasp. I don’t care which of my brothers she takes, as long as I’m there next to her the entire time.

  I know that what we have is special and fucking different. I can trust our connection. It’s intense, and she feels it too.

  She curls up into a little ball, trying to control the spasms in her body. We surround her and lovingly stroke her back, her lips, and her hair. Then we all collapse in a heap of exhaustion and sleep the night away.

  It’s not fucking bad sharing Meg.

  Chapter 44

  Meg

  Matt’s cock slides in and out of my mouth.

  Ian takes ownership of my ass, and he’s telling me to beg for it.

  Paul’s spanking me, forcing me into submission.

  And Evan is going to town on my pussy.

  I’m so close to coming. I can’t hold back any longer.

  They’re telling me to wait. They’re telling me it’s not the time to come. And they’re telling me that I don’t say when...they do.

  All of my efforts go toward holding back. How much I want to obey them. I hold my orgasm and ride the waves of pleasure that are ascending and descending in rhythmic tones.

  My whole body feels like it’s going to explode. With every second that I wait, the buildup becomes stronger.

  I moan and scratch at the sheets, at their arms, at anything I can get my hands on. But the problem is, my wrists are held together by a silk tie. I don’t have free control of my hands.

  They’re fucking me and going to town on me.

  I can’t hold back, not for one more second.

  I snap my eyes together and try to hold on for the ride.

  And then to my final happiness, I hear one of the guys say, “Now, baby, come right now.”

  In that instant, I let myself go, losing all control and all inhibitions. I moan out in pleasure.

  I cry their names. I come violently to the point that my body is quaking.

  But even as I do, they don’t hold back. They continue to fuck me so that my orgasm continues one into another and I’m sent to the edges of oblivion.

  Blackness.

  Stars.

  I’m floating above my body. I feel so fucking light.

  They continue to fuck me until their pleasure is had.

  And then simultaneously, we’re all coming together at the exact same time. Hot cum shoots in my mouth, my ass, and in my pussy that’s throbbing and tight.

  I haven’t known pleasure such as this. New realms of bliss and unchartered territory have become my new domain.

  They force me to expand, to explore, to find the edges of pleasure. I didn’t know it was possible to feel this full.

  There’s no escaping it. There’s no escaping them. This is my new life.

  I arch my back and cry out in tortuously good pain only to feel hot cum shooting down my throat, muffling my cries.

  At last, it’s over, and they all pull out, leaving me in a sticky, messy, cum-laden heap on the bed.

  I curl up into a little ball and try to deal with the sensations that are still pulsating throughout my body.

  My head is dizzy. I can’t walk. I can’t move.

  I’m oblivious to anything beyond my vibrating body. And yet in the middle of my utter nirvana, I hear the sounds of men talking.

  “Look at her. She’s fucking gorgeous, and she’s all ours.”

  “She’s not even here. She’s in another world.”

  “God, her pussy’s so tight. I want more.”

  “Do you think she’s okay? Wake her up.”

  And then I feel gentle hands on my face and body, trying to rouse me to life.

  “Baby, wake up. You’ve been sleeping for a while now.”

  My eyes flash open, and I see their faces. My men. The Belcourt brothers.

  “Hey, you guys,” I say groggily. “That was fantastic.”

  “What are you talking about, baby?” Ian says. “You’ve been sleeping for over ten hours.”

  I sit up, feeling startled, and say, “Wait, what? I just came like a million times.”

  They look at me with amusement written all over their faces.

  Matt says, “You were dreaming, baby. And let me guess, you were dreaming of us?”

  My two worlds collide, the dream world and the real world. I’m disorientated and unsure of what just happened.

  Instinctively, I slide my hands to my pussy that feels freshly fucked, and I see that it’s dripping wet.

  But then I look at the guys, and they’re all dressed and it’s morning and the birds are singing.

  “Oh my gosh, you guys, I think I had a dream,” I say, trying to orient myself to the world again.

  How was that a dream? It felt surreal and yet so very good.

  I look at their smiling faces and realiz
e that it’s true, it was all a dream. And yet I remember the way they fucked me all at once, and that was not a dream.

  Paul is laughing as he says, “It’s nice to know that we’re there even in your dreams, Meg.”

  I place my hands on my head, trying to understand what just happened, and I noticed that I’m not tied up at all. I’m wearing my slip of the nightgown.

  It was all a dream. It was all just an intense dream.

  But then I see their faces and understand that my dream world is very similar to my real world.

  The guys are mine. We’ve all come to the conclusion that this is a real thing between us. The guys have become willing to share me.

  My ultimate fantasy has become a reality, and I guess the excitement of that has permeated even my subconscious mind.

  “Come on, Meg,” Matt says. “We have a nice brunch for you all prepared outside by the pool.”

  I rub my sleepy eyes and feel fantastic. As far as I’m concerned, I just came many times over.

  But I know as I look at them that it’s okay.

  They’ll fuck me all at once again. They’ll probably do it every day for the rest of my life. While I was nervous that they’d make me choose between them, everything has come together nicely.

  At last, there’s nothing to worry about—nothing to fear. I can let myself go and experience this happiness without regret.

  I get up and remove my slip. All the guys feast on my naked body. Then Evan offers me a silk robe, which I take so that the entire household staff doesn’t see me naked.

  I follow them out of my room, through the long corridor, and down the giant staircase. When we get to the bottom, I look outside and see a beautiful brunch set up.

  The staff is still working on it. Various maids put the finishing touches on a stunning table that’s covered in roses and candles.

  I put my sunglasses on and walk outside to a beautiful day. I feel like I’m living in a fantasy, a dream, like the one I just had.

  Is this my life? Is there really nothing to fear anymore?

  “You guys, this is fantastic. When did you plan all of this?” I ask.

  “While you were sleeping,” Paul says.

  I take his hand and allow him to lead me outside.

  A mimosa is waiting, and I take a sip.

  It does everything to bring my body back to life from the intense dream sequence I’ve just been in.

  It’s a new day. And it’s just the beginning of my happy ending.

  Chapter 45

  Matt

  The sun shines on her auburn hair that curls its way down her back.

  Her shining green eyes tell me that she’s happy.

  That’s all I care about. The smile on her face is enough.

  As I look at Meg and I look at my brothers seated around the brunch table outside, I realize that this is our new life. I’m not gonna be the one to make her choose. She’s so evidently happy by being with all of us that it makes me happy too.

  As long as I get to dominate Meg and to have my way with her, the situation will work out fine. I’m even grateful that the other men she’s fallen in love with happen to be my stepbrothers. I know that they’re all coming from a good place and that she’ll never get hurt with us.

  Suddenly, the idea of us all being together is okay. For once in my life, I don’t feel competition with my brothers. All of that has faded away because of Meg.

  I don’t feel jealous or envious or anything else. All I feel is the satisfaction of knowing that I can have my way with her and that she calls my name with such need.

  “You guys, this was really beautiful. Thank you for the brunch. Now I’m gonna take a shower and think about working out.”

  “You don’t need to do a damn thing to maintain your beautiful body,” I say to her.

  She blushes, and my cock gets hard against my pants. I’ve finally found a woman who doesn’t fail to excite me in every way.

  Whereas before I felt jaded in every relationship and sexual experience I had, with her, it’s different.

  “Yeah, right,” she says, laughing. “I have to move my body every day or I don’t feel good. So maybe I’ll go do some yoga in the workout studio.”

  “I can help you move your body,” Paul says darkly.

  The innuendo is clear. Meg flashes a smile at him and they exchange something...a look, a feeling, something. I’m not sure what they have, but I refuse to waste time thinking about it.

  Meg is mine also, and I know that we have something special, something not worth comparing to whatever she feels for my brothers.

  We all get up as she excuses herself from the table, and then we sit back down.

  I watch her walk away as the silk robe does nothing to hide her fantastic curves.

  Evan drinks his cappuccino and says, “Are you guys thinking what I’m thinking?”

  I look around the table, and I can tell all our minds are set on one thing—making this work.

  “I certainly am. She needs to have all of us, doesn’t she?” I say.

  “That seems to be the case,” Ian says.

  “So,” I continue, “Does that mean we’re gonna put our differences with women aside? Can we all really share her and feel like we’re getting enough?”

  My brothers nod in unison. There’s enough of Meg to go around. That’s for sure.

  “Then this has to be our new normal,” Ian says, taking back a swig of champagne.

  “I’m fine with that,” I say. “I think this could really work out, and you can’t deny how happy she is. Am I right?”

  “She’s happy and gorgeous, and I can’t get enough of her,” Evan says. “We can make this work. I don’t even think it’ll be that hard.”

  Meg has certainly worked her magic on all of us. I’m not even sure she’s aware of her powers of seduction, but somehow she’s got the infamous Belcourt brothers whipped.

  I don’t intend to be with anybody else. All I want is her.

  In fact, I’m tempted to follow her to the workout room, strip off her clothes, and fuck right there on the treadmill.

  If this is the new normal, I’m in.

  “I think we should surprise her,” Evan says. “I want to make sure of her happiness. I want her to know that we’re always gonna be there for her.”

  I sip my drink thoughtfully and say, “You’re right. You’re absolutely fucking right. She needs to know that we’re all in this together and that we’ll never force her into a decision to choose just one of us.”

  “So what’d you have in mind?” Paul asks.

  “Well,” Evan says, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. We need a place that we can all go in this mansion that’s neutral. It won’t do to have us fighting over turf. We can fuck her individually whenever we want, but together, it must happen in the same unbiased place. I think we need a designated space for that, like a sex room.”

  His eyes are ablaze with lust and seduction. He’s definitely thought about this for a while. And it’s a perfect idea.

  “That’s it, Evan. You thought of the perfect plan. And we can have any manner of toys in it,” I say.

  “I can have some of my guys in construction start building it,” Paul offers. “It’ll take a few days, but we can get it done soon.”

  I look around the table, and all of us seem to be on board. To think of taking Meg in a designated sex room, where all manner of dirty things can go on, makes me hard just thinking about it.

  I look around the table, and everybody seems to be in.

  “So it’s decided then?” Evan says.

  We all agree, and then we finish our brunch before going our separate ways.

  I have some business to attend to that I do in my home office. With Meg here, I never want to leave.

  Someday I’ll take her to my penthouse in the city. Someday she’ll be a part of my real life outside the fantasy of mansion life.

  But for now, it’s enough to think of having a designated place to fuck my beauty.<
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  A sex room...why didn’t I think of it?

  She’ll be surprised and likely a little hesitant. She’s innocent and unobstructed, perfect for me to leave my mark on.

  That guy Simon did nothing for her by way of sex. I can tell by her inexperience. She was in a long relationship with him, and yet she knows nothing.

  I can fix that.

  I plan on showing her the world and beyond.

  She’s mine to mold to my liking, and there’s nothing better than a blank canvas to start from.

  Chapter 46

  Meg

  It’s quiet for once.

  I can hear myself think.

  The roar of saws and hammers has finally ceased.

  The guys have shrouded the mansion in mystery as they’ve developed a little project. It’s been a construction zone for the past few days.

  All I’ve heard is the sound of drills and banging, workers stomping in and out of the house.

  I know the guys are planning a surprise, but I can only imagine what it is. Are they building me my own suite? My own wing of the house?

  I simply can’t tell because they won’t let me go anywhere near the construction site. All I know is that something’s going on, and I’m deliberately being kept in the dark about it.

  I sit in my room and brush my hair lazily while looking out the window at the sun-drenched pool. I’m ready to go in.

  Life at the mansion is idyllic. There’s nothing to compare it to.

  It’s a gorgeous place to live. But more than that, I’m starting to develop relationships with all of the guys. There hasn’t been any fighting or competition for me, and it feels good to have them back off of competing with each other.

  I really could never make a decision between the four of them, and I’m grateful that they haven’t been pushing me to do so.

  I slip into my bikini and get ready for another day of relaxing by the pool. I wonder how long I can keep this up. I love having absolutely nothing to do all day.

  Is that so wrong?

  I put the black strings in place on my barely-there bikini and then walk through the house. The staff has gotten used to seeing me here, and even Mrs. Simmons seems okay with my status as “the live-in girlfriend.”