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Authors: Cleo Peitsche
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best orgasm of my life, but it’s not going to happen.
Romeo grunts with every thrust, and he’s moving so fast that it’s turning into a continuous moan. I love how excited I can make this man, who could realistically have any woman he wanted.
And then he does something I’m not expecting. “Come for us,” he says.
For us .
I can’t tell him that it’s impossible because my mouth is full of pistoning cock. I’m helpless, used, a toy for these gorgeous men.
“Come for us,” he says again, his voice a growl, and as he says it, he manages to work his enormous hand between our bodies to massage the skin just above my clit.
His touch brings me closer to heaven. My need is almost painful. I can’t tell if he thinks he’s in the right spot or if he’s trying to torment me or what.
“Now,” he says. And then he touches me, does it right, and I do. I come for him. For all of them.
I’ve had orgasms while my pussy was full before, but I’ve never had anything like this. My moan probably sounds like I’m in pain, but I’m not. My pussy squeezes Romeo, and my body tightens on Slade and Hawthorne, too. If they weren’t pinning me in place with their cocks, I’d be thrashing, writhing.
Thick, salty come washes into my throat. It’s burning hot. Hawthorne holds me deep during his release, and I just have to do without oxygen and take his dominance. I feel Slade shooting off in my ass, but even if I couldn’t, his throaty, growling moan is the unmistakable sound of a dominant male taking his pleasure.
Slowly, Hawthorne pulls out of my mouth, his cock twitching from sensitivity. He only exhales when he’s free of my lips, and he collapses against the sofa’s arm while he tries to catch his breath.
Romeo pushes me back against Slade, who is still buried in my ass. I imagine his cock must be softening, but I’ll be damned if I can feel it.
Romeo doesn’t stop pushing until Slade slides down, taking me with him. We’re closer to horizontal than vertical, and Romeo is standing, looming over me. He strips off his jacket and tosses it to the side, and I’m pleased to see that all the excitement and exertion made him sweat enough to soak parts of his shirt.
I love the smell of him. Any one of these men is more masculine and has more testosterone than any ten normal men. I want to bury my face in their clothes. I want to live the rest of my life naked in their beds. And not just because I’m tired of running and I’m afraid of what tomorrow might bring.
He unfastens his pants and lets them fall to his knees, revealing the thickest legs I’ve ever seen on a man in real life. His red silk boxers drop, and I can’t help but stare. He’s pure male power… and he’s lowering himself over me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, ready to accommodate his huge cock. I stare down as he begins feeding his length between my folds. There’s just… so much of him, and it’s hard to believe he’s going to fit.
I’d like to touch him, but Slade has my arms pinned, leaving me helpless between the alpha males. When Romeo starts fucking me, I make so much noise that he clamps a hand over my mouth.
Hawthorne rolls over and slides his hand onto the soft mound just above my clit. “Wanna come?” he asks me. Now that he’s had his pleasure, that entitled arrogance is back on full display.
I can’t spit out a retort because Romeo’s hand is still firm over my mouth, so I settle for glaring hatefully at Hawthorne. It only lasts a moment. My tormenter knows what I need, and he gives it to me. He’s adept with his fingers, and soon my muscles are tense, and I know I’m about to come only seconds before it hits me. Before I can recover, he wrings out another, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my exhausted, convulsing body. Maybe the secret is lots of foreplay, or maybe it’s having my pussy stretched full, or maybe it’s just the right touch on my clit. All I know is it works. Hawthorne doesn’t stop until
Romeo grunts with every thrust, and he’s moving so fast that it’s turning into a continuous moan. I love how excited I can make this man, who could realistically have any woman he wanted.
And then he does something I’m not expecting. “Come for us,” he says.
For us .
I can’t tell him that it’s impossible because my mouth is full of pistoning cock. I’m helpless, used, a toy for these gorgeous men.
“Come for us,” he says again, his voice a growl, and as he says it, he manages to work his enormous hand between our bodies to massage the skin just above my clit.
His touch brings me closer to heaven. My need is almost painful. I can’t tell if he thinks he’s in the right spot or if he’s trying to torment me or what.
“Now,” he says. And then he touches me, does it right, and I do. I come for him. For all of them.
I’ve had orgasms while my pussy was full before, but I’ve never had anything like this. My moan probably sounds like I’m in pain, but I’m not. My pussy squeezes Romeo, and my body tightens on Slade and Hawthorne, too. If they weren’t pinning me in place with their cocks, I’d be thrashing, writhing.
Thick, salty come washes into my throat. It’s burning hot. Hawthorne holds me deep during his release, and I just have to do without oxygen and take his dominance. I feel Slade shooting off in my ass, but even if I couldn’t, his throaty, growling moan is the unmistakable sound of a dominant male taking his pleasure.
Slowly, Hawthorne pulls out of my mouth, his cock twitching from sensitivity. He only exhales when he’s free of my lips, and he collapses against the sofa’s arm while he tries to catch his breath.
Romeo pushes me back against Slade, who is still buried in my ass. I imagine his cock must be softening, but I’ll be damned if I can feel it.
Romeo doesn’t stop pushing until Slade slides down, taking me with him. We’re closer to horizontal than vertical, and Romeo is standing, looming over me. He strips off his jacket and tosses it to the side, and I’m pleased to see that all the excitement and exertion made him sweat enough to soak parts of his shirt.
I love the smell of him. Any one of these men is more masculine and has more testosterone than any ten normal men. I want to bury my face in their clothes. I want to live the rest of my life naked in their beds. And not just because I’m tired of running and I’m afraid of what tomorrow might bring.
He unfastens his pants and lets them fall to his knees, revealing the thickest legs I’ve ever seen on a man in real life. His red silk boxers drop, and I can’t help but stare. He’s pure male power… and he’s lowering himself over me.
Instinctively, I spread my legs wider, ready to accommodate his huge cock. I stare down as he begins feeding his length between my folds. There’s just… so much of him, and it’s hard to believe he’s going to fit.
I’d like to touch him, but Slade has my arms pinned, leaving me helpless between the alpha males. When Romeo starts fucking me, I make so much noise that he clamps a hand over my mouth.
Hawthorne rolls over and slides his hand onto the soft mound just above my clit. “Wanna come?” he asks me. Now that he’s had his pleasure, that entitled arrogance is back on full display.
I can’t spit out a retort because Romeo’s hand is still firm over my mouth, so I settle for glaring hatefully at Hawthorne. It only lasts a moment. My tormenter knows what I need, and he gives it to me. He’s adept with his fingers, and soon my muscles are tense, and I know I’m about to come only seconds before it hits me. Before I can recover, he wrings out another, pulling orgasm after orgasm from my exhausted, convulsing body. Maybe the secret is lots of foreplay, or maybe it’s having my pussy stretched full, or maybe it’s just the right touch on my clit. All I know is it works. Hawthorne doesn’t stop until
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