I narrow my gaze at Purge. “Just wait a damn minute.”
“You finished. What’s the problem?” he asks.
“The problem is I said I was going to keep her forever. That doesn’t mean I’m going to blow my load then rush off to grab a sandwich. Give me a second. Giveusa second.” I nuzzle my nose back into her hair. She smells like heaven.
I’m the only one who knows her secret, only her secret doesn’t apply anymore. She’s no longer a virgin, but she’s far from experienced. I’m torn between telling them so they don’t hurt her and respecting her wishes.
My cock hardens again at the thought. My body tightens. Hell yeah. A double charge. My cock hadn’t softened, but it gets even harder inside of her, swelling against her walls.
She leans her head back so I lower my lips to her ears and say, “I need you again. You okay with that?”
She shudders and giggles. Not what I was expecting.
“Your beard tickles.”
That’s a damn relief. I thought she was laughing at me wanting her again. “I can put this beard anywhere you want it…and I will before the night’s over. But for now, I need to come inside of you again.”
“I didn’t think guys could do that.”
“We’re all learning stuff we didn’t know tonight, right?” I let it go that she doesn’t address my comment about the rest of the night. That doesn’t mean I didn’t notice. I take it as the reminder it is…women leave. She’ll leave. And I can pretend that anything I say in the heat of role play wasn’t real.
She’s chuckling, while I’m giving myself a pep talk on not falling for her. Whether it’s simply her nature or if the women’s empowerment revolution gives her confidence, I respect that she didn’t come into this thinking she was at our mercy. She came into this with her mind made up that she deserves the best. I sure as hell hope we live up to her every fantasy.
I thrust inside of her again, dragging myself in and out of her sweet walls, pumping our previous combined release out of her, probably pumping some deeper in. Who knows? It’s a fucking sloppy mess as cum coats us, creating that sound of wet bodies slapping together.
Purge rakes his hand through his hair and shakes his head. I lock eyes with him.
“Yeah, she’s that fucking good, guys.” Then I fill her again.
Eight
Sasha
WhenTankrelentsandpulls out of me, it’s like I’ve lost my purpose. How can our bond be so consuming already? Purge steps closer, strokes his fingers from the handcuffs down to my shoulder, then leans around and kisses me.
“Are you sure you don’t want to get your arms down?”
“If you uncuff me, I’ll run.”
“Do you want to run?”
I confess, “I’m not sure I can after what Tank just did to me.”
“Fuck.” Purge pivots behind me, puts his hands on my hips, then nestles his cock between my legs. One of his hands slides around my front and circles my clit.
I’m barreling toward another release. My body’s impossibly sensitive. I feel like I’m falling and he tightens an arm around my waist. I’m secure as he presses into me, and I’m stretched once again. Nothing’s the same as that first time, but this is just as perfect.
Purge is more vocal, grunting and groaning, but I think Tank had attempted to keep the other guys from finding us.
“You ready, Money?”
“Yeah.” I can barely form the word.
He tightens his grip on my hips and thrusts hard. It feels so fucking good, I can’t last. As my body surrenders to his ministrations on my clit, to the way these men fulfill my fantasy without question, we come undone.
When we’re sated and he pulls out, Winger moves in. I’m spent and dripping with not only my cum, but both of theirs.
Winger holds me gently and eases himself inside.