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RUIN MY ASSHOLE, DADDIES! 4

He dragged my head down by the hair, gentle but firm and crashed our mouths together. Ethan leaned in at the same time. Three sets of lips met—messy, uncoordinated at first, then finding rhythm. Tongues slid against each other, tasting salt and c*m and whiskey. I moaned into the kiss; the vibration made both of them groan. Malik’s hand sped up on my c**k; I bucked into it, whimpering.

Damon broke away first, kissed down my neck, sucked a fresh mark over the one he’d already left. Ethan took my mouth again—deep, claiming—while his hand joined Malik’s on my c**k. Two hands stroking me now—different rhythms, different pressures. Pleasure spiked sharp; my thighs shook. I moaned into Ethan’s mouth, loud and desperate.

Malik moved behind me, pressed his c**k against my crack. “Ready for more, pretty boy?”

I nodded frantically. “Yes—please—”

He pushed in slowly, thick c**k stretching me open again. I cried out, back arching. Damon kissed me through it, deep, swallowing my moans. Ethan kept stroking my c**k, thumb circling the head. Malik bottomed out, hips flush to my ass, stayed still a moment. Then he started moving—slow, deep rolls. Every thrust pushed me forward into Ethan’s hand. Pleasure built; my moans turned to sobs.

Damon pulled away from my mouth, kissed Ethan over my shoulder—tongues tangling while Malik f****d me. I watched them kiss, c**k throbbing in Ethan’s fist. The sight sent me over the edge. I came hard, c*m spurting across Ethan’s hand, hole spasming around Malik. He groaned, thrusting deeper and came inside me, hot floods mixing with Damon’s earlier load.

They didn’t stop. Malik pulled out; Ethan took his place, longer c**k hitting deeper. Damon moved behind Ethan, kissed his neck, whispered filthy praise while Ethan f****d me. “Look how well he takes you,” Damon murmured. “Our perfect little slut.”

Ethan moaned, hips snapping faster. I sobbed their names—“Damon—Ethan—Malik—” over and over.

Ethan kept thrusting into me with a slow, deliberate snap of his hips, the long length of his c**k dragging over that spot inside me every time he bottomed out. My hole was still loose and slick from Malik and Damon earlier, but Ethan felt different—thicker at the base, a slight curve that pressed right against my prostate on every forward stroke. I moaned low, the sound muffled against Damon’s shoulder where my face was buried. My thighs shook, muscles jumping under the strain of holding myself up on all fours. c*m from the last round leaked out around Ethan’s c**k, dripping down my balls in warm, sticky trails.

Damon moved behind Ethan. I felt the shift in the mattress first—the dip as his knees settled, the heat of his body pressing close. Ethan’s rhythm faltered for one heartbeat; his breath hitched against my ear. Then Damon’s hand appeared on Ethan’s hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave white marks that flushed red. Damon leaned over Ethan’s back, chest to spine, and kissed the side of his neck—open-mouthed, teeth grazing.

“Keep f*****g him,” Damon murmured, voice gravel-rough. “Don’t stop.”

Ethan groaned, hips stuttering forward into me again. I felt the moment Damon pushed in—Ethan’s whole body jerked, a sharp inhale hissing through his teeth. His c**k throbbed inside me, swelling thicker as Damon filled him from behind. The chain reaction hit me like a wave: Ethan’s thrust deepened, harder, slamming into that spot with new force. I cried out, back bowing, palms slapping the sheets.

“f**k—yes—” Ethan’s voice cracked. “Damon—f**k—”

Damon’s hips snapped forward, driving Ethan deeper into me. The three of us locked together—Damon f*****g Ethan, Ethan f*****g me. Every thrust from behind pushed Ethan’s c**k further into my hole, the rhythm brutal and perfect. Wet slaps echoed—skin on skin on skin. My hole spasmed around Ethan; he was clenched around Damon. Pleasure built in layers, overwhelming. My c**k bounced untouched beneath me, leaking steadily onto the sheets.

Malik watched from the side, stroking himself slowly, eyes dark. “Look at you,” he said, voice low. “Taking both of them like you were made for it.”

I sobbed, the sound raw and broken. “Ruin my asshole, daddies—please—f**k—”

Ethan moaned louder, hips slamming forward. Damon’s hand slid around Ethan’s waist, wrapped around his c**k where it disappeared into me, stroking the base in time with his thrusts. The added pressure made me see stars; my hole fluttered hard, trying to grip them both. Damon leaned over Ethan’s shoulder, kissed his temple, then reached further—cupped my jaw, pulled me up for a messy three-way kiss. Tongues slid together—Damon’s, Ethan’s, mine—tasting salt and c*m and each other.

Malik moved then. Crawled behind Damon. I felt the shift again—the mattress dipping, the chain reaction rippling through all of us. Malik’s hands gripped Damon’s hips; his c**k pressed against Damon’s ass. Damon groaned, hips stuttering forward into Ethan. Ethan cried out, c**k pulsing inside me. Malik pushed in—slow, steady—and the whole line moved with him.

Four bodies locked together. Malik f*****g Damon. Damon f*****g Ethan. Ethan f*****g me. Each thrust traveled through us like a current—deep, brutal, unstoppable. Wet slaps filled the room; moans layered over moans. My hole spasmed around Ethan; his clenched around Damon; Damon’s around Malik. Pleasure crashed in waves—my c**k untouched, pulsing, spurting c*m across the sheets again. I sobbed their names—“Damon—Ethan—Malik—” voice wrecked, tears tracking my cheeks.

They didn’t stop. Kept f*****g—harder, faster. Ethan came first—hot flood deep inside me, hole spasming around his c**k. Damon groaned, thrust deeper into Ethan, and came with a low growl. Malik followed—hips slamming forward, filling Damon. The chain reaction pushed me over again—another orgasm ripping through me, c*m splattering my stomach, hole clenching so hard it milked Ethan dry.

We collapsed in a sweaty, shaking heap—bodies still connected for long seconds before they slowly pulled out. c*m gushed from me, from Ethan, from Damon—messy, overflowing, soaking the sheets. I lay in the center, trembling, wrecked, hole gaping and pulsing, body marked with bites, handprints, bruises.

Damon kissed my temple. “Good boy.”

Ethan nuzzled my neck. Malik stroked my hair.

We stayed like that, tangled, breathing heavy, until the room stopped spinning.

And the pleasure from that night equaled every thousand they gave to me. Even more.