Fairchild pitched her head forward and glared into Reece’s hard eyes. Her heart was pounding to the rhythm of his thrusting cock.
“Come inside me,” she demanded. “I want to feel it.”
A wolf’s grin. “If it’s my seed you want, you’re gonna have to earn it, woman. Suck it out of me. Suck it out with that tight little cunt.”
Fairchild growled and clenched, squeezing her walls around the hard thing inside her. Reece answered with a growl of his own and picked up the tempo, pumping her even harder and faster than before. Fairchild could hear his big balls slapping against Dutton’s chin as the other Merc continued devouring her ass.
At last, Reece gave her what she wanted.
With a grunt, the Merc unloaded inside her, his cockhead pressed against the very deepest part of her, inseminating herfrom point-blank range. He tossed his head back against the side of the cage and showed her the bulging veins of his throat as he came and came and came.
And through it all, Dutton never stopped licking, even when his leader’s cum leaked out of her pussy and dribbled down to the place where his tongue was feasting.
When the stars finally cleared from Fairchild’s eyes, the two big Mercs were holding her between them, gently guiding her limp body down onto the mat. She propped herself on her elbows and looked around in a daze.
“I came?” she asked.
Reece smiled and stroked her thigh.
“I think it’s safe to say you did,” he said, then chuckled. “And you weren’t the only one.”
At first, she thought he was talking about himself. Then she looked at Nash. The bound Merc had stopped struggling. He was panting heavily, and his skin was glossy with sweat. A long string of viscous white stuff was oozing from the tip of his hard cock, and more of it was spattered on the mat in front of him.
“Holy shit,” Fairchild gasped. “He came just from watching?”
“You gave him one hell of a show,” Reece said.
Dutton walked over to the far side of the octagon. Something was dangling from the chain-link. Something sticky and white. He gathered it with his finger, inspected it for a moment, then held it up for Fairchild and Reece to see.
“No way,” Fairchild said. “It went all the way across the ring.”
Reece chuckled again. “Probably would have gone clear across the workout room if it hadn’t hit the side of the cage.” He turned and looked at Nash, who was still recovering. “Damn, bro. That’s gotta be some kind of record.”
Nash didn’t seem amused.
“You’re all… fucking assholes,” he panted. “As soon… as I’m free… gonna kick… all your… asses.”
“Oh yeah?” Fairchild said. “Well you’re not free yet, big boy.”
She rolled over onto her hands and knees and started crawling across the mat on all fours, naked and dripping. She could feel all three Mercs’ eyes locked on her body like sniper scopes. She took her time with it, letting them get a good look at her.
When she reached Nash, she stopped in front of him and smiled up at him sweetly. Then she dragged her tongue along the underside of his hard cock, licking away the warm cum that was dripping down his shaft. The Merc tensed and hissed as if in pain.
“Don’t you like it when I do that?” she asked innocently.
“You know I do,” Nash breathed. “But my dick’s too sensitive right after I’ve—”
He cut himself off, but it was too late. He’d already divulged his weakness, and Fairchild was eager to take advantage of it. She licked him again, savoring the way he sucked air between his clenched teeth.
“Toosensitive?” she asked.
Nash shook his head. “Baby, please. It’s too much. I can’t take it. I can’t—oh fuck…”
Fairchild ignored his pleas. She already had her lips around him, and she was sliding them up and down his hard shaft with a wet, hungry rhythm. She had no intention of stopping. Not until her mouth was filled with his seed.
CHAPTER 12
The kitchen aboardthe Allurawas a cavern of stainless steel and polished chrome, big enough you could have parked a small transport flier inside with room to spare. More than enough room for four hungry Mercs—and Fairchild was most definitely hungry.
