Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76881 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Doing this out in the open has a whole new level of wildness to it. They like to tease me about fucking me right out in the middle of the church during one of the parties, and while I don't think I'll ever do it, the fantasy never fails to get me off. This gives me some of the same feeling, like I'm on display, but not having to worry about anyone actually seeing it. It's intoxicating. Hot. It has my insides churning with heat.
And then Savage is behind me, dripping lube all over my ass and coating his cock with it until it glistens. “Is this okay?” he asks, voice husky.
We’ve played a lot with fingers back there by now, and once with a toy, but not gone all the way. I nod, ready, moaning with anticipation as Savage nudges his thickness against my tight back entrance. I arch into it, and then he pops inside, taking my breath away. I groan at the fullness. So similar to when two of them are in my pussy, but not quite the same. After giving me time to adjust, he starts to move, and I wonder why I’ve waited so long.
“You like that?” Crank asks from beneath me. “Taking us both at once?”
I nod. It’s hard to find the air to speak.
“Then get ready for three.”
A rejuvenated Poe shows up at my mouth, and then it's not long before all three of us rock together in what's become a familiar motion, a guarantee that I'm going to go over the edge with a heart-stopping intensity, an expression for how we all feel for each other.
Savage enters, Crank pulls out, and then they both slide almost out of me and push in together, just as Poe nudges his tip against my throat. My whole body clenches around the three of them. Once, twice, and then again, and again until my head drops to Savage's chest, I dig my fingers into his arms and moan deep in my throat. No one fucks me like Poe, Crank and Savage. And no one else ever will, I'm sure of it.
The orgasm jumps me this time. One moment I'm riding the high of three cocks, and the next everything goes tight as I lose control, shaking and groaning between them. I feel so full, so complete, so over the top pleasured, drowning in a white bliss that is like floating away, if I wasn't solidly anchored on three, hard, throbbing cocks.
Savage and Crank come with throaty groans, filling my pussy and ass at the same time, their dicks pulsing with each shot, warmth washing over me, inside me. I love it.
We come down together, falling apart into a pile of gasping bodies. Poe moves down and gently helps me onto my back, looking in my eyes as he slides inside. In some ways it’s extra special when I’m with only one of them. The simple missionary position means I have nothing to concentrate on but Poe as he fucks me through the last aftershocks of my orgasm. It's nice. Sometimes getting back to basics is good. The way he reaches so deep makes it obvious why it's a classic. I wrap my legs around him and my cries bounce off the cliffs as he pounds all he's got left into me. Crank and Savage watch us, slowly stroking themselves even if they're not ready for more. At least not yet.
And then Poe is there too, giving me his second shot of the day, deep, deep inside me. Without pulling out, he leans in and kisses me. How is it possible to feel so used and loved and satisfied all at the same time? I don't want this life ever to end.
And I don't ever want to go back to my old life. Even before everything went wrong, it just seems so bland and empty now. What can compare to riding with bikers, fucking on beaches and living life with them?
“I fucking loved that,” Poe murmurs, close to my ear. “Fucking love you.”
I blink, uncertain that I just heard him right. “What did you just say?”
He pushes up so he's looking down at me and grins. “I said I fucking love you.”
Heat floods me, and for once it's not sexual. At least not directly. It's a whole different heat, one that radiates safety, caring, closeness… and okay, a little bit of lust too. It's dumb that those words should mean so much, since the guys have been showing it to me almost since we met, and for every day after, it's just getting stronger.
But no one's actually said it—really said it out loud.
It has me tearing up, even though it's embarrassing and I keep telling myself that getting all blubbery over it is stupid. Poe puts a kiss on my lips, a gentle one this time. “I love knowing I can make you cry,” he says with a crooked grin. “What the fuck did I do now?”