“Fuck! She squirts too?”
Clash grinned. “Fuck yeah, she does. But only with us. Ain’t that right, baby girl?”
I mumbled a “mmm hmm” over his shaft and felt him harden more.
“Fuck, I need a hole,” Snyder grumped, spitting on his hand and stroking it over his cock. “Come on, Shasta, come sit on me.”
My eyes widened when I realized where he wanted me. I wasn’t even sure I could handle that.
Snyder situated himself on the edge of the bed and guided me over to his lap. Clash kept stroking himself, but all I could do was watch as Ranger stripped out of his clothing, that lean mass of muscle ripped to perfection, finally being revealed. He moved a hand through his longish locks, as his other hand gripped his impressive shaft. He wasn’t as big as Sandman or Clash, but he definitely would make any girl putty in his hands.
I sucked in a breath as Snyder eased into me, penetrating a part of me that had never been touched—not by Hoax—not by Adam—no one.
“Oh god!” I cried out as my body spread for him. Then he was inside, filling me the best he could.
Clash crawled up on the bed and returned to fucking my mouth, this time with more oomph and gusto. “God, I love the way her mouth melts around me,” he exclaimed, eyes rolling with fucking satisfaction. “Come on, Ranger, jump in and have a taste of the good life.”
Ranger’s hesitation was abundantly clear in the way he stood at the edge of the bed, eyes moving from mine, down to Snyder’s cock that was slowly stroking in and out of me from behind, and Clash who was fucking my face like he was in the middle of a race.
“I don’t know…”
“Don’t be a pussy. Get up in that pussy!” Clash ordered, laughing as he gripped my hair.
Ranger reluctantly moved forward, climbing over me until he was situated right above my entrance.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his gaze meeting mine.
I nodded, giving him the silent okay to continue. Then, for the first time in my life, all of my holes were consumed by cock, Ranger sliding into the last one available.
Oh! My! Fucking! God!
My brain was shouting in complete euphoria as these three beautiful men had their way with me.
Ranger’s cock slid in and out of me like it was always meant to be there, only separated by a tiny patch of skin that kept him from rubbing dicks with Snyder.
“Fuck, man, I’m close,” Snyder grumbled. “It’s like she’s never been fucked in the ass before.”
I pulled my mouth off Clash’s cock, just long enough to get out two words. “I haven’t.”
Then it was over.
His hands clutched me tighter, Snyder’s thrusts getting aggressively harder, and I felt his cum fill my ass as he growled and gritted through a fucking orgasm. Like dominoes the other guys followed. First Clash, then Ranger, seed entering my body from all different angles. Glorious guilty seed.
I didn’t even give two fucks in that moment what would happen if Sabbath somehow found out. It was like I was meant to fuck them all, and it just made me wonder what else I could experience going through Sabbath’s ranks.
My thoughts wandered back to Wasp and his domination of Keelie. My thighs clenched with need, remembering the jealousy I felt when I saw her submitting right before my eyes. Maybe one day I’d get to experience that too, but for now, I was totally content with what was happening in Clash’s secret condo.
Snyder… my sweet and possessive soulmate. The one my heart bled and beat for every time he entered the room. I knew I belonged to him. If there was one person in this house that could steal me away from Adam completely, it would be Snyder.
Clash… my loud-mouthed swindler who coaxed his way into my bed with his big cock and blackmailing techniques, but who had also somehow grown on me without me even noticing. I belonged to him too, but in a physical way, not like the emotional connection I felt toward Snyder and Sandman.
Oh, Sandman, my sweet, sweet Sandman. I still was reeling over how easily I fell for the giant. He was a monster of protection I desperately needed, and my body yearned to feel again. Every day I prayed for his recovery, and every morning I woke up with disappointment knowing he was there because of me. The consequences of that were damning my soul, but I still feared for him—for his life.
And now I had Ranger.
The man so reluctant to touch me, but the one whose lips possessed me in ways I didn’t know were fucking possible. He was a silent killer—one I was certain could be my undoing if he continued to kiss me like he was out to steal my breath and not give a single huff back.
The grassy hills in his eyes moved over my exposed flesh, and he grinned, looking from brother to brother until his sole focus was back on me.