RONAN Sarah is standing barefoot in the sand, her wedding dress clinging to her juicy curves, the lace back cut so low I see the dimples above her thick ass. We have just waved the last of our guest goodbye. The last yacht has taken them to the closest island nearby. Tonight, Sarah and us are the only people on this one. Her dress tortured my cock all day. I’m finally ready to claim our princess, our beautiful wife. But it’s Jaxon who breaks first, storming across the sand like a goddamn animal. His big hands grab her waist, yanking her against him so hard her breath hitches, her breasts heaving against his chest. Her soft giggle chokes off as his mouth crashes onto hers, devouring her with wet, hungry kisses. I watch his fingers dig into her hips, hard enough to leave purple marks, tilting her head back to shove his tongue deeper, her throat bobbing as she swallows his spit. Malachi stalks behind her, his palms sliding up her trembling arms before his teeth graze her neck, leaving red welts. She shudders, her nails clawing Jaxon’s shoulders, drawing blood that trickles down his skin, mixing with the sweat soaking his shirt. “Fucking hell, princess,” I growl, stomping closer to join the party. My hands find her ass, squeezing so hard she yelps, my throbbing cock grinding against her through the dress, pre-cum staining the fabric. “You teased us all damn day.” Sarah gasps as Jaxon’s teeth scrape her swollen lip, his thumb rubbing her nipple through her dress till it pokes out like a bullet, the lace chafing her sensitive skin. “You love it,” she purrs, voice thick with need, her eyes glassy, pupils blown wide. “You’re obsessed with how I make you wait.” Malachi’s chuckle drips darkness, his breath hot on her ear, making her shiver. “We are, baby. But we take what’s ours now.” His fingers hit the zipper of her gown, ripping it down so fast the metal breaks free. The dress crumples into the sand, leaving her in a lacy garter belt and stockings we chose for her—our kitten, our princess. Her skin glistens with sweat, beads rolling down her spine, her thighs slick with juices that catch the moonlight, her musky scent thick in the air. My cock jerks, pre-cum soaking my pants, the wet patch sticking to my thigh as I stare at her trembling, ready to be ruined. Jaxon drops to his knees in the sand, his hands prying her thighs apart, her muscles quivering under his grip. “Spread, princess,” he snarls, voice rough as gravel. Sarah obeys, legs shaking as she opens for him, her inner thighs glistening, a trail of her arousal dripping to the sand. The second his tongue laps at her pussy through the lace, she whimpers, her fingers yanking his hair so hard he growls, her nails scraping his scalp. Her scent—musky, sweet—hits me like a drug, making my head spin. Malachi and I move like a hungry wolves in a fucking pack, his hands on her tits, squeezing her swollen nipples through the bra till she squeals. I see her areolas darkening under the strain. My fingers rip her drenched panties aside, the fabric tearing with a wet snap, strings of her juices clinging to the lace. “Goddamn, you’re soaked,” I groan, my thumb smashing her clit, feeling it pulse wildly under my touch, her hips jerking involuntarily. Jaxon’s tongue dives between her folds, slurping loud, her juices dripping down his chin, pooling in the sand, his stubble scraping her sensitive skin raw. Her hips buck, chasing his mouth, her moans swallowed by the ocean’s roar, her breath hitching as sweat pours down her face, stinging her eyes. Malachi kisses her hard, his tongue fucking her mouth, while his fingers replace mine, rubbing her clit so fast her knees buckle, her body sagging between us. A gush of wetness coats Jaxon’s face, her pussy is leaking like a broken faucet. “Please,” she begs, voice cracking, her body shaking, sweat dripping off her chin onto her heaving chest. “I need you. All of you.” Jaxon pulls back, his face slick, eyes wild, his lips and chin glistening with her juices. “Then take it, princess.” He rips his belt open, the buckle clanging, sand flying as he yanks his pants down. I’m already there, pants shoved down, my thick cock springing free, dripping pre-cum onto the beach, the sticky fluid mixing with the sand. Malachi has his dick out and he’s slowly stroking it with his eyes locked on Sarah’s flushed face, her lips swollen, spit-slick from kissing. She reaches for us, her small hands wrapping around our cocks one by one, jerking us with shaky fingers, smearing our pre-cum over her palms. “Fuck, you’re so big,” she whispers, her grip tightening, her thumbs teasing our slits till we groan. My balls tighten with every touch that sends sparks up my spine. “Give it to me. I want it all.” Jaxon doesn’t wait. He scoops her up, her legs wrapping his waist as he carries her to a pile of beach blankets we set up earlier. He throws her down, sand sticking to her sweaty skin, her thighs falling open like she begs to be fucked, her pussy lips swollen and glistening. I crawl beside her, my mouth latching onto her nipple, biting through the lace till she yelps, her back arching, her ribcage straining against her skin. Malachi tears her bra off, the clasp snapping, his tongue swirling over her other tit, sucking so hard her nipple turns purple, a faint bruise forming. Her chest heaves, sweat pooling between her breasts, her pussy dripping onto the blanket, leaving a dark, wet stain. Jaxon grips his cock, the fat head nudging her sopping cunt, the tip catching on her stretched lips. “Ready, baby?” he rasps, voice strained, his tip already shiny with her juices, a bead of her arousal hanging from his cock. I swallow hard.