Room One Hundred and Eleven (Bred By Billionaires)

9. Poppy

CHAPTER 9

Poppy

O h my God. It’s in. It’s done.

Carter’s cock is buried inside me.

I can’t believe it.

I’m no longer a virgin.

It’s so much… more …than I expected. Overwhelming. He’s big and hot and heavy on top of me.

It hurts a little. That small pain is eclipsed by unimaginable ecstasy.

Soaring on the currents of passion, I surrender to the way my three billionaires make me feel, certain that they’re the only ones who ever could.

It’s better than my wildest dreams, though we’ve really just begun.

“More,” I pant as I rake my nails down Carter’s back. “Do it again. Move, please.”

As many times as I can in the next forty-eight hours, I want to hold them within me since they’ve ruined me for anyone else.

Instead, Carter wrenches out of me, his cock wet but still painfully hard. “Knox, you’re up. I need a break.”

“Already?” He laughs, but he doesn’t hesitate to swap places. “Carter, a one-stroke wonder! Never thought I’d see the day.”

When Knox blankets me with muscles and good humor then slides home, filling the emptiness Carter left behind, all thoughts vanish.

No more thinking.

All I can do is react to the perpetual pleasure these men bring me.