Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
A sudden second finger sliding into my ass pulls me right out of my musing, forcing me to pay attention. It's all slicked up like the first one, but with two, the stretch is more challenging. Makes me groan louder. And then, once I'm taking that easily enough, the fingers go away, and I know what's coming next.
Other than me, of course.
Blackout's thick cock opens me, stretching me around him, made even thicker by having Skyhigh in my pussy, who hasn't softened one bit while he's been waiting. I grit my teeth and push back against them as Blackout works himself all the way in. And then slides out, then back in, and out. Faster. And when I nod, Skyhigh moves again too, both of them rocking together, each at their own tempo and rhythm. Sometimes they rock me together, sometimes they’re opposite, one in and one out. All I know is that it's all amazing, and that they've got me mewling and panting like a thirsty kitten in no time.
“Give me your arms.” Blackout catches both of them by the wrist and carefully twists them behind my back so he can hold both in one hand. “Okay?”
I gasp out a “Yes.” I'm no gymnast, but that angle I can manage fine. And I know how he loves his women restrained in some way, even if we're not using cuffs or spreader bars. At least not this time. Maybe I need to do a little online shopping.
Dragon kneels in front of me, presenting his cock to my mouth, and I swallow him eagerly. For the first time ever, I'm taking all three of them at once, and it's a sensory overload. So much bare skin, hard muscle and so many curious fingers, exploring me all over while I do my best to satisfy all of them. And they do their best to satisfy me.
My core is on fire, my skin tingles all over, and my heart thunders like I'm running a marathon. I'm being fucked in three directions, and like a geyser getting hotter and hotter right under the surface, I finally boil over.
With a scream around Dragon's cock, I come, arching into Skyhigh as my whole body goes taut, flexing around him and Blackout both. I try to keep moving against them, but I lose control. My eyes roll back as that now familiar surge starts deep in my belly and erupts, pouring boiling hot lava into every little extremity. I swear my fingertips and tippy toes are coming. A sheet of pure white drops like a stage curtain over my vision and I struggle against Blackout's steel grip, going nowhere, even as I'm flying. And my orgasm refuses to stop as they keep fucking me, stimulating me everywhere they touch, right up until I collapse limp between them, completely, blissfully used up.
“Oh fuck,” Blackout groans as he swells in my ass and loses his own battle. He pulses, his cock flexing over and over. And he's not even done before Skyhigh follows. With the both of them filling me with all that is them, a series of aftershocks courses through me, making me twitch and moan. Blackout slips out and rolls off with a groan, with me following him, sliding off Skyhigh's thickness. We're all worn out, all except Dragon, who's watching us with his cock in hand.
I spread my legs and lick my lips. “You too,” I whisper, exhausted, but wanting all of them to finish in me. To make that connection with all of them tonight.
“You sure?”
“If you don’t think it’s gro—”
He wastes no time fitting his hips between mine and driving home. “If sex isn’t at least a little gross, you’re fucking doing it wrong,” he whispers in my ear. I laugh, throwing my arms around his neck and enjoying being totally soaking wet, with my own juices and full of Skyhigh's cum. Dragon doesn’t care, just pins me down and fucks me, filling the room with the wet sounds of eager sex.
He takes it slow, mouth at my neck and heavy body pinning me to the bed as he coaxes a second orgasm out of me, and when he’s finally ready, he comes, groaning deep and pulsing as he fills me.
I'm completely, happily, fucked out.
For a while, we all just lie there, four of us in a bed meant for two at the most, breathing like we’re all drowning, just waiting for our will to move to return.
“God, I'm a mess,” I whisper. “A blessed, satisfied, absolutely exhausted, happy mess.”
“So now what?” Blackout asks. “Shower?”
“But showers always lead to sex.”
“Sounds good to me.”
I groan happily.
They’ll protect me from the rest of the world, but it might be this part of being in love with a bunch of dangerous bikers that ends up killing me. But what a way to go.