They let me go, and I fall down to the bed, breathing hard.
Evan takes this as his opportunity to ravage me, and I have to say I’m still not done. There’s so much more of myself that I can give. I miss the feeling of being filled up by my guys, and Evan helps to assuage that.
I’m trying to lick the cum off my face, but Evan seems to like the site of Ian’s glistening essence all over me. He takes a pair of nipple clamps and puts them around my still erect nipples.
It’s painful at first, but then pleasure spreads from my tits to all areas of my body.
He knows what’s happening and watches me feel the pain before taking me over with his body.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers.
“I am...yours forever. I love you, Evan. I love all of you guys.”
A ravenous expression comes across his face, and I give in to the fact that this moment is only the beginning.
Chapter 49
Evan
My brother’s cum glistens on her face, flushed pink with pleasure.
I’ve just installed the nipple clamps, and I can tell she’s never had this done to her before.
This turns me on even more.
I’m happy to have waited for this round to be over. Now she’s all mine.
“Meg,” I say in between kisses. “You are so fucking hot. Tell me that you want me.”
“Yes, Evan. I want you so bad.”
“Good girl,” I say.
I slip my hands between her legs so that I can finger her properly. Her pussy is tight and it’s hard to get in. Her juices are comingled with my brother’s, but I don’t care.
All I care about is making Meg scream my name once more.
I find her G-spot and press my lips to her clit. I use my tongue to flick and torture it. Then I rub my fingers over her secret spot that lies deep inside within her trembling body.
She wraps her fingers through my hair and pulls me in closer, obviously loving every minute of it.
The nipple clamps are doing the trick because she’s crying out already. The combined stimulus should be enough to take her easily over the edge, especially considering she’s recently climaxed so many times.
I’ll never tire of hearing Meg come. The wild moans that escape her system are just too much to resist.
I enjoy making her contort in waves of pain and pleasure. Her come face has become my newest desire—something I’m obsessed with finding.
“Oh, Evan, I’m coming already. I’m coming so hard,” she sighs.
Her body is like a beautiful flower which can’t contain itself once opened. She just keeps coming and coming so hard.
I circle her G-spot round and round with my fingers, ensuring that I draw her pleasure out.
She’s climaxing so hard. My brothers watch her, and for once we’re not envious or angry at each other. There’s enough of Meg to go around.
She never gets her fill, and neither do I.
Paul’s watching with fascination while Ian makes us some drinks. Matt looks like he’s ready to join in.
I push my oversized cock into her tiny hole. She feels so nice and tight, and she’s screaming out my name, begging for more.
“Evan, fuck, you feel so good. I could come again,” she says, almost whimpering.
Matt gets on top of her chest and puts his cock deep down her throat. She starts to gasp for air. This turns him on more, and he pushes down harder.
I pump into her for a long time, making sure she remembers the feel of my cock. She tries to handle both of us at once, and it never gets old watching her try.
Her whole body vibrates around my cock, and I know she’s had her release. My thrusts get more powerful as I reach my own end. I don’t hold back.
She’s sucking Matt; otherwise, she’d be calling my name.
I use all my force to pound her tiny, tight little pussy. I fuck her so hard that her head starts sliding off the side of the bed. Matt has to keep it propped up enough to take down his cock.
With one gasping motion, I spray my load inside of her. The feeling of it is so goddamn good. Her warmth surrounds me, and I come hard and feel her tighten.
I’m addicted to her.
She moans lovingly around Matt’s cock. She’s aching for more of him, for more of us.
I know she’d be screaming my name, but her mouth is indisposed. I fall to the bed beside her and take the nipple clamps off so I can suck her tits.
Her nipples are erect and hard. She wants it so very bad.
Matt fucks her mouth for a while, and she moans for it, for him. Before he comes, though, he pulls out and places his cock squarely between her beautiful, round tits. He squeezes them together around his cock and blows his load on her neck, giving her the famous pearl necklace.
She squeals excitedly and starts lapping up whatever remnants of cum she can. She uses her finger to scoop it up and then she sucks it off her finger.
This girl might be innocent, but she’s also a fucking minx. By the way she’s lapping up Matt’s cum, I can see she’s happy. We’re her fantasy come true.
Matt swings delightedly to the side of her and takes a drink of whiskey from Ian.
Ian comes to Meg, whose head is hanging over the side of the bed. He pours warm whiskey down her throat and she gulps it up as best she can. Some of the liquid pours down the side of her mouth.
I pull her up for a kiss, tasting the whiskey on her mouth. She’s succulent and beautiful and all mine...or should I say all ours?
Meg rolls over onto her stomach and says, “Oh my god, you guys. That was so intense. How does it get more intense every single time?”
I look at her with satisfaction, thinking about how this sex room has certainly paid off. It was worth every penny and every moment of construction. I can see us getting a lot of use out of this room.
Little does Meg know that we’re only just getting started. We’ve barely sampled the selection of toys, after all.
This ensures that we’ll never be bored, though that could never happen with Meg. Not for a second.
She’s exciting and I don’t know why. She’s innocent and yet also fiery.
What I love most is that we’re here to teach her something. We’re in control, and she’s not. That makes me hard even to think about it.
We make love like this into the night. We sleep and we fuck. We get a snack...a drink. And then we fuck her some more.
She’s ours to devour and to behold. She’s ours to do with what we will.
She’s finally learned that submitting means more pleasure. When she begs, she’ll get rewarded. And she knows that my brothers and I are obsessed with her.
She’s never gonna be out of our grasp...not for an instant.
Chapter 50
Meg
“This coffee is fantastic,” I say with a smile.
The guys and I have taken to having breakfast outside on the terrace.
The grounds of the mansion are just too gorgeous to ignore. I try to be outside as often as possible, at least until the winter months hit.
For now, it’s still summer, and my life is sunny. Every day with the guys is a new adventure. And every single night we utilize the sex room.
I’ve become more comfortable with the many varieties of toys in there. They don’t make me do anything that I don’t want to.
And yet, they’ve become the heroes of my life, introducing me to the ways and means of pleasure that I didn’t know were possible.
My mind has been blown by the various avenues in which I can achieve climax. Whether by handcuffs, kinky lingerie, or anything else that’s forbidden, I have come to know and understand myself as a sexual being.
In submitting to them, I’ve found my inner goddess. By allowing myself to be controlled, I’ve found the outer realms of bliss that were previously unavailable to me.
Sometimes I feel afraid and nervous, giving myself—body, mind, and soul—to these guys. But I have found them to be generous lovers, and they always take my pleasure
into consideration first.
There’s no more of this “Wham, bam, thank you, ma’am” that was the extent of my sex life with Simon.
No, these guys, the Belcourt brothers, have shown me how the world can be...perfect.
With them, I feel more feminine than ever and more of myself than ever, too.
“Baby,” Matt says, taking my hand, “we know of your ever constant need for coffee. That’s why we had the espresso machine installed.”
He pulls me in for a kiss, and I let him. The feel of his lips on mine is sensual and yet now so familiar.
“I’m just glad you guys have taken to working from the mansion. I don’t know what I’d do if you disappeared into the city so often,” I say.
They toss each other knowing glances, and I always wonder what that means. What sort of messages do they exchange with each other behind my back?
As usual, I take my leave of breakfast so that I can go work out. It’s become a ritual and a steadfast part of my day. I love to do yoga by the pool and to run at least three miles.
“Bye, guys,” I say, kissing each of them on the cheek.
They know where I’m off to and aren’t concerned. I guess you can say living in the mansion has been the best thing for all of us.
They seem less stressed out by work than ever before. And now they’re more into me.
I walk through the house, wearing nothing but my silk negligée.
I take note of all the fresh flowers that have come in. I make sure the mansion is filled with all manner of orchids, roses, and lilies. I think fresh flowers bring a certain fragrance and fresh vibe to the place.
By now, the guys have set about building me my own wing of the house, complete with a master bathroom that includes all the bells and whistles. I have my own clawfoot tub to soak in and an infrared sauna to help me unwind.
My space, contrary to all the other rooms in the house, will be light and bright. I prefer white on white.
The construction workers have been installing marble floors in my area and making sure I have the biggest closet known to man.
I enjoy the fact that construction’s going on and that the house always seems to be humming with activity. There’s never a dull moment here. If we can’t go to the city, the energy of the city comes to us.
I go to my room, intending to change. But I stop in my tracks...
There’s a little black box sitting on my bed.
I walk to it slowly and, with trembling hands, open it. Inside, there’s a huge diamond ring engraved with the initials of each of my guys.
Tears stream down my face. Luckily, I don’t have to witness this moment alone. I turn around and see the four of them standing there.
They’re quietly watching me with the ring, knowing that I’m now the happiest woman in the world.
“Are you guys serious? You really want this?” I say, trying to hide the tremor in my voice.
I can hardly believe this is real and that this life is mine. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better, it does.
Evan steps forward. “Of course, Meg. We’ve wanted this for a very long time. We just didn’t know if you can handle it.”
“And now,” Ian says, “we know that you can. We know that all of us are not too much for you. You can take it.”
I don’t hide my tears of joy. It’s been months and months of getting to know the guys.
They are a lot to take at once, it’s true, but I can handle it. In fact, I’ve come to expect and crave the feeling of all of them.
“We love you,” Matt says.
“And we want to be with you forever,” Paul says, coming to my side.
He holds me, and I swear I nearly faint in his arms. Sometimes the goodness in my life seems like too much.
But now, instead of pushing it away and thinking it’s for someone else, I gladly take the reins of my happiness.
I deserve this. I deserve the very best.
“So, what do you say?” Evan asks.
“Yes! Of course, I say yes. I love each of you, and today you’ve made me happier than I ever thought possible.”
We embrace, and they kiss me all over. Everyone’s happy with the new situation.
A relationship like this really can exist, especially when love is involved. Indeed, love is the focal point of my existence now.
After the proposal, I watch my life unfold in a variety of ways.
The guys immediately begin planning a party of celebration. But we determine that we should have a special, secret ceremony for ourselves in the forest that surrounds the property.
I ensure that it’s decorated to my satisfaction. There are crystals dangling from the trees, and the core of it all is very simple. My dress is simple too—a lace bohemian number that I believe accentuates my best features.
More than anything, on this special day of our wedding, I don’t want to be covered up by makeup and everything else. I want to be myself, unencumbered by superficial things.
I want the guys to know who they’re really marrying, me without a mask or facade.
The day is shining and bright. I take my time getting ready in my new wing of the house. My suite is everything and more than I could have imagined.
But the wedding itself takes place at sunset. It’s just gonna be me and the guys.
They’re meeting me out at the aforementioned place.
I walk across the lawn barefoot to the special ceremony in the forest where we’ve inscribed our names on the tree.
The guys are waiting for me, and they look ruggedly handsome. Each of them, however, looks like himself. I’m marrying four separate, individual men, and yet our love unites us as one.
“You look stunning,” Evan says, taking my hand and leading me to the place of our special union.
All the guys pay me their compliments. But ultimately, the ceremony has a very serious tone.
We know what we’re getting into. We know this is for life.
We exchange our vows; each of us has written our own.
I say to them, “I will love you, from now until eternity. Just when I thought my life was over, you saved me. Just when I thought happiness was out of my reach, you gave it to me. You each have become a piece of my life that I can’t imagine living without.”
We embrace, and I make sure each of the guys has a ring to signify my love for them. It also means that another woman is definitely off-limits to them. They may be possessive, but I have my own territory to protect.
Somehow, I’ve been the one to break the Belcourt brothers’ winning streak of bedding different women every night. Their reputation had preceded them, but each of them has turned their gaze solely to me.
And with the ceremony, I know that we’ll continue to explore and express our love for all the days of our lives.
Just as evening descends upon the mansion, the party can really start. I might’ve planned the ceremony, but the guys planned the biggest and most glorious party ever.
In my honor, and in honor of our marriage, the theme is a white party. Everyone arrives in their best white attire—Chanel, Armani, and even some Halston.
It’s the perfect way to celebrate our love affair. I take turns dancing with each of the men. They spin me around the dance floor, and I can feel all eyes on us.
“You look gorgeous, my bride,” Paul says, nearly sweeping me up off my feet.
I feel the outline of his strong muscles and want him to have me. I began to ache for him inside.
He returns my affection with desire in his eyes, and I know the moment will be soon.
Tonight will be like no other, because tonight we’ll celebrate our union for the first time—all of us at once.
People might speculate as to what’s going on. People might talk about the new girl, the bride that the Belcourt brothers have chosen. And I don’t care.
Let them gossip. Let them talk.
These relationships have become the foundation of my being, the center of my life. I know that people mig
ht look at us with jealousy in their eyes, but that’s their problem.
I’m happy. And nothing can tear me away from that now.
The bodyguards have made sure that Simon is out of the country, and he’ll never return. Instead of ruining my life, I ruined his.
The guys have inherited their billion-dollar fortune. Money may help our lifestyle to continue, but it’s never the focus of our lives.
Abundance is ours, and we revel in it, but we don’t chase it.
Everything is perfect...well, almost.
If I’m honest, I have some nerves about tonight. Butterflies flutter in my stomach, and my pulse quickens as I anticipate our union.
Likely it will be intense...wedding-night intense.
They’ll want it harder and better than ever before because it’s our special night. We’re going to set a new standard for ourselves. Or rather, they will set the standard, and I’ll rise toward it.
I’m drinking white wine and feeling a little bit tipsy when Evan grabs my hand.
“Follow me,” he says, and I do so obediently.
He walks me out in the gardens, past the party and all the glittering lights. He takes me back to our exclusive place, the site of our secret union in the forest.
The other three men—Matt, Ian, and Paul—are waiting there. They all look happy. They all look hungry.
They’ve had several plush rugs put down as a bed in the forest. Small lanterns guide the way. Everything is illuminated with darkness and intrigue.
I was nervous about this moment, but I never dreamed it could be so special, so magnificent.
Carefully, they lay me down on the carpets. They peel the wedding dress from my body. I’m wearing special white lingerie, just for them, knowing this moment would happen.
Matt strips me of my garter with his teeth.
Ian unhooks my bra and plants tender kisses on my breasts.
Paul is the first to go down on me, and he makes sure I feel everything. He’s gentle at first, and then he becomes rougher when his craving takes over.
I start to feel warm and light. I start to feel waves of desire building.
Evan takes his clothes off, and I know this is the moment of my undoing. The ecstasy of tonight will be like no other. I’m afraid, but that comes with the territory.
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