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  Karl raised his eyebrows in surprise at her sudden brazenness, but Gustav nodded, unflappable.

  "Where?"

  "Hotel suite, just down two floors."

  "Cunningham was supposed to be with you," Nolan said. That fury was in his eyes again, and suddenly Elle understood. Cunningham was making it clear that he wasn't attached. That he, in fact, didn't care about her at all.

  Her decision was easy. She turned to Karl and Gustav. "I would like to explore this."

  "Elle …" Nolan looked anguished, but he didn't finish his thought. When it became clear that he wouldn't, Elle said, "All four of you."

  The elevator opened and Elle stepped on. "Two floors down, you say?"

  Nolan held the door open. "We'll wait for Jonathan—"

  "Who is right here. I take it the evening is in fact just getting started?" His carefree smile turned into a wink when Elle looked at him. He leaned in. "I think you're going to have fun. Do you trust me?"

  Elle looked up into his beautiful eyes and nodded. Maybe Cunningham didn't give a crap what happened to her, but Jonathan cared.

  The suite was … sumptuous. Elle had never used the word to describe anything before, probably because she'd never seen anything that deserved it. It seemed fit for a prince. Everywhere she looked was pure luxury.

  The four men moved through the first room as if it was just another expensive, gorgeous part of their lives. Which it probably was.

  Only Nolan seemed uncomfortable, and it didn't seem to have anything to do with his surroundings. It was like a storm cloud had gathered over his head, and Elle imagined that at any moment, lightning would fly out of his fingers.

  Jonathan stepped forward, wrapped an arm around her waist and tilted her head up. He kissed her greedily. It was the opposite of how he'd kissed her in the restaurant. It was hungry. Demanding.

  "Strip," he growled, barely raising his mouth from hers.

  He was rarely so dominant with her. Elle trembled a little because of the order. Or maybe it was Jonathan's kiss doing it to her. She slid the straps off her shoulders while Jonathan unhooked her garter belt and pulled it away. Then he yanked the dress down her body, taking her panties—and Cunningham's torture device—with it. Her nipples stood up proudly, adorned nicely by the shields.

  He inhaled sharply when he saw them. "Sexy as hell, but I wouldn't want them to get in the way." Jonathan gently pulled them off and dropped them onto the crumpled dress. He was breathing so hard and fast that Elle barely noticed the sounds of suit jackets hitting the backs of richly upholstered sofas.

  Jonathan tossed her over his shoulder, and Elle shrieked and grabbed at his rock-hard ass as all the blood rushed to her head.

  "If you wriggle like that, I'll probably drop you." He faked a stumble to underline his point, and Elle squealed and squeezed her eyes closed. When she opened them again, he was carrying her through a double-width doorway. Moments later, he lowered her onto a large bed. Then he climbed atop her, undoing the buttons of his crisp, white button-down shirt. She brought her legs up, moving her calves over his, and her silky stockings let her legs slide easily over his pants.

  "Be still." He pulled his belt off. Behind him, the other men were loosening ties and undoing their pants. Gustav's cock was thick and—Elle had to blink twice to be sure she saw what she thought she did—had the longest foreskin she'd ever seen. Even erect, his hard cock was still covered.

  Gustav approached. "You look hungry," he said.

  Damn, his accent was so sexy, she hoped he would talk a lot.

  "She loves to suck cock," Jonathan said, a note of pride in his voice. "And like everything else she does, she's great at it." He swirled a tongue around her nipple, and when Elle gasped, throwing her head back, Gustav wrapped his hand around her neck and pulled her toward him.

  "Open."

  She relaxed her jaw and licked her lips before opening for him. She kept her eyes open, too, entranced by his cock. Gustav traced her lips with the head. It was unbelievably soft and velvety. She licked the tip with her tongue, then swirled it inside the loose, slightly puckered skin, seeking out his hardness underneath.

  Gustav pulled back the foreskin and thrust into her mouth, balls deep. He held himself there and chuckled as Jonathan leaned his weight onto her arms, stopping her from squirming. "Amazing." He pulled partially out, then changed his mind and slammed into her with a grunt.

  Elle would have played with her clit if she wasn't pinned down. Four men, and none of them were so much as touching her pussy. It was hardly fair.

  Gustav stepped aside but kept his hand anchored in Elle's hair as Karl took his place. Elle didn't even have time to see Karl's cock before it was in her mouth, so her first experience was how it felt. Very hard and quite long. The head wasn't as differentiated as the cocks she was used to, but soon it was in her throat and she couldn't tell anything except that he was gentler than the others, which wasn't saying much.

  "I want her ass," Nolan said. "And I want to be on top so I can give her the hard fucking she needs. Probably better if everyone holds her down."

  The murmur of agreement was unanimous. When Jonathan eased up off her, Karl stayed where he was. "You can crawl there on your knees," he said. "All the while sucking me." For a moment he leaned onto her, choking her with his cock, thrusting his hips slowly. His trim, muscular body was a tight coil, an explosive energy that seemed just barely restrained.

  "Slide onto the floor," he panted.

  One of her shoes got caught on the comforter. Someone freed the heel, and Elle continued down. She had to grab onto the back of Karl's thighs, but she made it rather gracefully. But crawling alongside him while sucking his cock … it was humiliating.

  And as far as her eye could see, there was nothing but hard cocks, all wanting relief that only she could give.

  They were leading her to a low sort of daybed upholstered in a cream-colored brocade. Someone pulled her hips up, putting Elle on her feet, but Karl kept his cock deep in her mouth. The hands around her waist rearranged, positioning her so that her arms were pinned to her sides. A new hand touched between her legs, spreading her considerable wetness around her lips and clit, then back to her ass, squeezed tight.

  "She's ready," Nolan said.

  "Let's see," Jonathan said. A moment later, the thick, swollen head of his cock gently parted her folds. "So wet." He ran his hand down her back, then entered her in one rough motion.

  Elle gasped. Her face went red as she came. The hands holding her up came in handy, keeping her still for Jonathan to fuck her and for Karl to savage her mouth. Karl took advantage of her distraction to jam his cock down her throat and hold it there.

  Elle couldn't breathe. She was used to Cunningham making sure that no one choked her to death … she started to panic, her throat closing up. Tears streamed down her face as she gagged, her chest heaving.

  And it was only turning Karl on. She felt his cock swell that extra percentage that meant he'd reached the point of no return, but she couldn't wait another five seconds or however long it would take him. It felt like the whole world was closing in on her. And she couldn't move her arms, couldn't do anything but take the uncontrollable pounding in her throat.

  "Ease off, Karl. Now." Nolan didn't wait for Karl to process what he'd said … he just shoved him back. Elle coughed, trying to catch her breath.

  "I'm fine," she wheezed. Whoever was holding her arms let go, and she wiped her eyes on the back of her hand. She motioned for Karl to come back, but his cock was already flagging, and then she noticed his hand was cupped. Thick liquid dripped through his fingers.

  "Sorry," he mumbled. "I thought you were into that."

  "I am." She didn't dare look at Nolan's face. Sure, she loved having all her power taken away, but she didn't know these guys, and they didn't know her limits. Just … she didn't want Nolan of all people seeing the truth, that she had been about to freak out for real. And she was a little annoyed that he'd been the one who picked up on it.<
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  Jonathan resumed fucking her pussy. Gustav introduced his cock into her mouth—unfortunately his incredible foreskin was fully retracted, and Elle was a little disappointed. It would have been fun to play with it a bit more.

  "Well, what have we here," a familiar voice said. Cunningham.

  Elle struggled to straighten up, but Gustav held her in position with a well-placed palm on the back of her neck.

  "Cunningham. Thought you had better things to do tonight," Gustav said good-naturedly. His body rumbled as he spoke, and Elle shivered again because of his accent. She might have to find excuses to call him at work just to hear his voice.

  "Couldn't stay away, could you, Cunningham?" Nolan said. His voice was bitter. Elle was dying to see Cunningham's face, to figure out what he was thinking, but of course she couldn't.

  "Gustav needs to sign the new contract so we can start on Monday," Cunningham said. Someone—probably Nolan—snorted.

  Paper was placed on her upper back. "Sign here," Cunningham said.

  "One less thing keeping you awake with worry at night, eh Cunningham?" Gustav said, his voice amused. Apparently he didn't buy Cunningham's excuse for stopping by either. A pen clicked, then Elle felt the tickling sensation of the stylus moving between her shoulder blades.

  Then Cunningham gently caressed her cheek and her throat, both still full of Gustav's pulsing cock.

  "Anything else?" Gustav asked. "Because we're in the middle of something. Between us, I was getting the best blow job of my life, but you seem to be distracting her."

  The sound of a zipper opening could only mean one thing: Cunningham was going to stay. And she didn't believe for a second that he'd come because of the contract. So what was he doing there? Checking up on her? Bored?

  "Excuse my lack of manners, Gustav," Jonathan said as he pulled Elle's shoulders upright, then turned her, fast. Gustav groaned in disappointment as Jonathan grabbed her waist and picked her up. With a happy sigh, Elle wrapped her arms and legs around him, and he slammed his cock into her pussy.

  Cunningham pressed his cock against her tight rear entrance. He was huge, but she'd learned not to resist him. He pushed right into her, not giving her time to accustom to the sudden stretch. It was his way, to dominate her like this.

  "Relax, Elle," Cunningham murmured. "We won't drop you." His hands slid under her buttocks as both men pressed into her, not even letting her warm up by alternating their thrusts. This would be the worst of it, the first time they were fully inside. The discomfort gave way to pleasure as Jonathan moved his arms under her knees, gripping the backs of her thighs so that he could bounce her lightly in the air. He dipped his head and took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking greedily.

  Elle trembled all over as her bosses fucked her. Nolan, Gustav and Karl crowded in close, stroking their erections. If they were miffed at having to wait, they hid it well.

  "I'm going to come," Jonathan gasped. Nolan pressed his hand between her pussy and Jonathan's stomach and rubbed her clit.

  Elle arched her back and moaned. Her three men knew just how to touch her. Jonathan's grip tightened around her ass, and he screamed out her name as he came. Her pussy squeezed around him, pulling out everything his large cock had to give.

  Even after he came, he refused to let go, just kept kissing her and saying her name over and over until he softened and slid out. He used the slippery wetness to run his finger in tight circles around her clit. He expected her to come again.

  And she did, her ass stuffed with Cunningham's stiff cock.

  Cunningham moved back until he was sitting on the daybed. He loved to be behind her, teaching her that his cock, the largest Elle had ever seen, could be gentle even in her ass. It was like he didn't trust anyone else to be careful enough with her. He leaned back, pulling Elle with him, and Nolan moved in, pressing himself into her wet hole.

  When Elle looked into his face, she saw that barely-contained fury. She bit her lip, bracing herself, and sure enough, Nolan rammed into her at top speed. His brow furrowed, and he grabbed both of her legs and brought her knees together, intensifying the beautiful agony of his pounding.

  He moved her legs over and brought his muscular arm around them, anchoring her to him. He took her right to the edge of orgasm, and he kept her there. When he finally leaned forward, it was to play with her, making her come. He kept his hand there when she tried to squirm away, punishing her by tormenting her overstimulated clit, and Elle screamed. It wasn't sexy—it was the most primal sound she'd ever made.

  It didn't help that Cunningham held her tightly as he always did, one arm heavy across her collarbone, the other secure around her waist. Elle struggled, and Cunningham tightened his grip, cutting off her air a bit. The message was clear: you're going to take it whether you want to or not.

  Elle pushed frantically at Nolan's chest, but he wouldn't stop rubbing her, his eyes so dark they were almost black.

  She'd never seen him so angry. It was like he was possessed. He jackhammered into her, harder and faster. Elle felt his cock swelling up, and she hoped he was close to coming, to ending this torment that made her scream like a crazy woman.

  "What are you guys waiting for? Fuck her mouth," Cunningham gasped. Apparently that was all Gustav and Karl were waiting for. They knelt on the mattress, one on either side of her. Gustav rammed into her first. Three long, deep strokes, then he turned her head and Karl was in her mouth.

  Gustav raised her hand and wrapped her fingers around his cock. "Jerk me off," he said, and Elle shivered at his accent. "And if you get distracted and forget what you're doing, I'm going to fuck your throat so hard that you won't be able to swallow for a week."

  Cunningham made a sound of approval and pushed his cock even deeper in her ass. All the while, Nolan was fucking her so hard that when she moaned, it sounded like she was leaning against a washing machine on the spin cycle.

  Karl straddled her face so that he could stuff his cock as deep in her mouth as possible. Heaven help her—he liked to feel her gagging, full of him. Whenever he backed off for a moment, he groaned a little and surged forward again.

  Jonathan took her other hand and guided her to his cock. He was half-erect, still sticky from her pussy and his come. Elle pumped and squeezed, settling into a nice rhythm with her hands. Soon Jonathan was hard again, and Gustav was showing signs of coming. All the while, Nolan fucked her hard, her legs still held together, still ignoring her useless attempts to separate them. His hoarse grunts were the loudest sounds in the room.

  "Dammit, Elle," he said.

  Karl came quickly, emptying himself straight down her throat. Elle sputtered, trying to catch her breath, but she didn't have time because Gustav yanked her empty mouth toward him and smacked his engorged erection on her lips.

  "Don't come on her face," Cunningham said. Just the one sentence, delivered calmly.

  Gustav forced the head of his cock between her lips and emptied his hot load into her mouth. "None of this spitting it out," he gasped. "Swallow me." Then he made her open her mouth to show that she had.

  He moved back to stand next to Karl and watch.

  Jonathan turned her face toward him. Elle eagerly opened her mouth, happy to take him. She loved looking at his gorgeous face when he came; he was so beautiful.

  When he finished, he kissed her, an approving smile on his lips. "Damn," he said. "How could anyone resist you?"

  Cunningham raked his teeth over the side of her neck. "Turn over."

  Elle's muscles had all gone funny on her, and Nolan had to help her up. Jonathan tossed a packet of intimate wet wipes to Cunningham.

  "Come here." Cunningham guided himself into her pussy, which was well on the way to sore. He pulled her forward and down, onto his chest, leaving her ass vulnerable for—

  "No," Elle whispered. "He'll kill me."

  "You wouldn't be happy if I didn't push your limits." Cunningham kissed her gently for half a second, then he bit her lips and savagely claimed her with his ton
gue, his hands holding her head so that she couldn't elude him.

  Nolan nudged into her ass. He was so gentle, she almost doubted it was him, wondered if one of the others had recovered in record time. But then the pace and intensity increased. Elle clenched her hands and moaned, and her despair went right into Cunningham's mouth.

  "You're safe, Elle," Cunningham said. "Nolan wouldn't hurt you. I wouldn't let him." Then he covered her mouth with his again and thrust his tongue between her trembling lips.

  She came. Cunningham had that effect on her. He was mostly terrifying, but when he was tender, she couldn't hold back. Damn, she was so fucking in love with him, and trying to control it would be like trying to stop a runaway freight train.

  Nolan pounded her ass as fiercely as he had fucked her pussy. It sounded like someone was getting beaten, he was fucking her so hard. Yes, it hurt like hell, but she loved it, how brutal it was, the way he destroyed her ass, and Cunningham was aggressively fucking her pussy, too. It was violent. It was sweet bliss.

  "Fuck!" Nolan suddenly arched back, his cock buried so deep in her that her eyes watered. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her buttocks as he came, long and hard. Then he grunted and rolled off.

  Elle shuddered, but there was no rest for her because Cunningham was transported by his own lust. He pulled up on her breast so he could get her nipple between his teeth. Elle knew what was coming … Cunningham liked if she was in pain when he came.

  And of course, it always made her come, too. Even though he bit her harder than he ever had before, even though she felt she should have her safe word at the ready (not that she could exactly remember what it was at the moment), her pussy clenched so hard from his attention that it was almost painful. When her hips bucked, she inadvertently jerked her shoulders, intensifying the fire of Cunningham's unyielding bite, but she couldn't be still.

  Cunningham grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her mouth onto his. His kiss was possessive, and Elle was waiting for the moment when he pushed her away and flooded her throat with his hot, salty load, but instead, for the first time ever, he grabbed her hips, anchoring her to him, and sent his come deep into her body.