Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 45 Adelina

A warm hand spanning almost the entire width of my shoulders pushed me forward, onto Rafe. He cradled me into him and thrust up with his hips, making me reel from the pressure of his cock in my core. His lips locked with mine again, even as my hand stroked Graff’s length.

Without more warning, something cold drizzled down my ass crack—the lube. Then, Sas pushed a long finger inside.

A squeal ripped through my throat into Rafe’s kiss, and he swallowed it, holding me to him.

Pain ripped through my ass, and my stomach muscles bore down. It stretched, stung, burned. And all the while, Rafe pushed into my pussy in slow, steady motions.

I started to tremble and shake my head, but Rafe grabbed the back of my neck. Somehow the touch and him forcing me to keep kissing him told me he knew and wanted to help me through it.

“Relax, wifey,” said Sas. “This is nothing compared to what my cock will be.”

His cock? No. That wouldn’t fit.

“This is your last virgin hole, wifey. Yes?”

I whimpered.

“I thought so,” said my husband.

When I tried to move, to arch my back, anything to get away, Rafe kissed me deeper. My core clenched around him, reassuring me that this could be good. The pain started to release its grip, the sting turning into tense pressure. Then, Sas pulled out.

I gasped, feeling empty.

Then, he returned with two fingers and again, no warning.

Fuck! I wanted to scream.

“I’ve gotta prepare you, my queen,” Sas said as though he were slicing meat to make a sandwich.

But I guessed that’s what I was about to be—an Adelina sandwich. Me, the meat stuck between two muscled bodies, both writhing around me, sliding in and out. The pain ebbed and pleasure surged forward, waves of it washing from my cunt and my ass through my body.

Rafe released my mouth. “Good girl,” he gritted out. “You feel like heaven, tesoro.”

“You’re taking me so good, wifey whore.”

“Our girl was meant for this,” Graff said, kissing my shoulder. “To bend and break and come back together. To make us whole.”

Damn, he really was the glue. He combed his fingers through my hair, as Rafe let go of my head and grasped my ass cheeks, spreading them for Sas.

“Are… you…” I panted, trying desperately to hold on to the words. “…sure you’re… good with this… Rafe?”

“Yeah, tesoro. I wasn’t for a long time, but you’re more than one perfect woman. You’re enough. The perfect woman for all of us. You’re my everything.”

“Our everything,” Graff corrected.

Turning my head, I gave Graff another lingering kiss, sending jolts all the way to my center. My body was quickening with an orgasm so powerful none before could compare.

Sas rotated his fingers. “I feel Rafe’s cock in you and the way your pussy loves it, Adelina.”

I closed my eyes, succumbing to the praise and the sound of my name on Sas’s lips. Giving into the physical love and torment. The way they played my body like a harp.

All the touches, all the caresses, the motion of Rafe’s hips and my hand on Graff, the languorous kisses, all of it made me skyrocket. I devolved into nothing but sensation, riding the high. The spreading pressure opening me wide to my men.

The love in this room erased years and years of strife.

“That’s it,” Sas cooed, “come for us, our queen.”

Every cell in my body unraveled at my husband’s gentle command. Waves of ecstasy crashed over me. I lost touch with my body as surge after surge of pleasure flooded every orifice, my gut, my heart, my arms and legs. The orgasm consumed me with passion and fire and the ultimate—love.

But my men didn’t stop. Rafe kept thrusting into me and Graff had placed his hand over mine, pulsing into our intertwined grip. With his free hand, he brushed my hair away from my face. “That’s it, bella. So beautiful.”

He covered my mouth again as Sas’s fingers left my ass. I whimpered into the kiss, missing the fullness.

“Graff,” called my husband.

Graff broke the kiss, and I felt the loss so keenly I wanted to grab him and yank him back for more.

“Yeah, Veep?” Graff asked.

For some reason, I loved the familiar sound of their banter— brother and Veep . It made my insides melt.

“Airtight, brother,” said Sas.

Graff swept my hair back again and kissed the tip of my nose. “Give us one more?”

“Always,” I breathed.

“Such a good, good girl.” He ran his thumb along my jawline, then drew my hand away from him and placed it on Rafe’s chest.

When he stood up on top of the desk, I fell into Rafe. He kissed my neck, but still held me by the ass. I had no idea what was happening, but I trusted them. All of them. With my body, my pleasure, my pain, and most of all, with my heart.

Beneath me, Rafe’s legs widened, pulling mine further apart. Strong, tattooed hands grasped my upper arms and pulled me upright. I peered up to see Graff’s naked ink-covered body standing over me, his feet straddling Rafe’s head.

Rafe let go of my ass, but his hands were replaced by Sas’s. Rafe’s hands cupped my breasts. He pinched both nipples and rolled them between his thumb and forefingers, and I groaned as I pressed into his touch.

Graff drew my hands to his thighs and said, “Hold tight,” as he stared down at me with all the adoration in the world. His cock, with the smiley face tattooed on the tip, came to my lips.

“Open for me, bella.”

I pulled back and licked my lips, then parted them. I worried about how his girth would fit, but I reminded myself that my body had already taken so much. And my mouth watered to taste him.

As his crown pushed past my lips, he paused while the head of Sas’s long cock pressed against my rear entrance. My body went rigid.

“One stroke?” said Sas.

“Yes,” Graff replied, then looked down at me, threading his hands through my hair again. “Relax, bella.”

I tried. I really did. But before I fully chased the fear from my body, they both surged forward. My throat opened to scream at the intrusion, but it only let Graff push past the ring of muscles.

Sas’s hands were now on my hips, controlling my movements, not letting me pull away. Rafe’s hands still toyed with my nipples, but I was back to pain. Searing, hot, splitting pain.

My eyes bulged and tears immediately overflowed from my eyes.

Graff shushed me, though. Talking me through it. “You’re doing so good, bella. So open for us. A beautiful woman who needs us as much as we need her.”

I started to shake my head, but I was stuck.

Graff wiped a tear from my face. “Shh, love. We’ve got you. I promise. You can do this. Relax for us. Be the queen we know you are.”

“Yes,” said Sas, a strain to his voice. But he still wasn’t moving, not pushing me yet, only allowing me to adjust. “Be the pretty little wifey whore of a queen we love.

I tried to whimper. Pointless.

Sas continued, “And love us back now.”

That made me start to ease. To breathe through my nose and prepare myself for the torrid storm brewing in all of us. Graff watched me carefully, and then mouthed the words, “We love you. So fucking much.”

He watched me until I tried to tell him with my eyes alone that I was ready, and then the wildfire started. War cannons fired. Tornadoes spun wild. Hurricanes whipped through the room. A tsunami crashed over me.

I was the earth, quaking with the force of my three men.

Together they all pushed forward and retreated. Wordlessly, they were in sync, driving into every opening I had. Making me theirs and making themselves mine. It was nothing and everything. High and low. Hot and cold. Breaking and mending. It was us.

My body wasn’t my own. It belonged to all of us.

Sounds started like thunder in my ears. Pants. Grunts. Groans. Moans. Roars and Growls.

Skin slapped skin.

The desk creaked underneath us.

Another set of hands grabbed my waist, higher than where Sas had my hips, and I started to recognize all the individual sensations.

Rafe pushed up into me, whispering, “That’s it tesoro, mia cara.”

Graff fucked my face, but the whole time, he caressed my face and swept away my tears until his body started to take over. I don’t know how my jaw spread for him, but it did. And I loved the velvety feel of him in my mouth. He pumped harder and faster, and I relished it.

Sas, taking my virgin ass, drove into me again and again. His and Rafe’s cocks working in equal but opposite strokes. One hand—the one on my hip—released, and then a searing pain blistered my ass cheek, making another orgasm gather low in my belly.

The fullness sent me soaring into the clouds and diving into the depths of an ocean. It broke me, shattered me, and made the shards come back together only to splinter into the void again. They were my everything, and I had to be theirs too. I couldn’t let myself go yet. I tried to rock, to meet their thrusts, but I had no clue if I did.

My body wasn’t real. Time wasn’t real. Everything was chemical and need and driving toward something astounding.

Graff let go first, throwing his head back and roaring his release, his cum slipping into my stomach without me having to swallow. He was so deep in me, sputtering and hips jerking reflexively.

His orgasm started a chain of nuclear reactions.

Rafe bellowed below me, pressing his hips up and holding there as he shuddered.

There was sweat. I don’t know whose. Probably everyone’s.

Sas grunted again and again, faster, louder. He tried to call my name. “A-ad-fuck.” When his hips slammed into me one more time, he bellowed, “ADELINA!”

Rafe’s hand found my clit as my men’s orgasms rolled on and on, and then I was coming too. Helpless to fight it, helpless to move or embrace it, so I fell into it. Allowing the cleansing waters of all we’d experienced to consume me.

I drowned and was reborn.

Suffocated and breathed.

Fell and rose again.

My core clenched so hard I was sure Graff felt it in my throat.

And then my vision went white.

Vaguely, I felt Graff slip from between my lips and Sas from my ass. Strong hands lifted me, shifted me, and when I finally made sense of my surroundings, they were cradling me. Three men, sitting on the ruined desk in a row. Naked. Spent. Holding me close. Loving me.

I sighed.

Sas had my shoulders, and I curled into his strong chest, next to his one and only tattoo. I reached out both hands, taking one of Graff’s and one of Rafe’s.

We were quiet for a long time, and I cried.

I mourned the loss of my family but welcomed a new one. One that was beautiful and unique. One that suited me far better.

Running his fingers between mine, Graff said, “Let’s take her to her suite and clean her up.”