“So, you wanna play rough, huh? I can do that…”
He shoved his cock inside her face as far as it would go and started to thrust, using her mouth almost as hard as Reece was using her pussy. Tears flooded her eyes, and wet clucking sounds issued from her ravaged throat.
It wasexactlywhat she needed.
When Nash finally eased up, Fairchild’s lips came away from him gasping and trailing strings of spit. She switched back to Dutton for a while, sucking him greedily while she stroked Nash’s dick with her hand. Then back to Nash. Then Dutton. Then Nash. Back and forth, back and forth, sucking one and jacking the other, letting them share her mouth between them while Reece continued pummeling her from behind.
Her pussy clenched around him. She was going to come again. Oh God, she was going to come.
They all were.
It was Reece who pulled the trigger. The first hot gush of his climax ignited Fairchild’s own. She quaked. She moaned. Nash was in her mouth, and he was coming too, shooting his warm cream across her tongue. Dutton spent himself all over her face.
At last, her muscles gave out, and she collapsed onto the mat between them. Reece let her rest for all of two seconds before flipping her onto her back.
His dick was still rock hard and dripping with cum. So were Dutton’s and Nash’s.
“I hope you don’t think you’re getting off that easy,” Reece said.
He grabbed one of her wrists, Dutton grabbed the other, and together they dragged her over to the side of the octagon. Reece picked up one of the boxing wraps he had thrown there earlier and used it to tie her wrists together above her head. Dutton tied the other end to the chain-link cage. It was long enough to let her move around a little, but not enough for her to escape.
Not that she had any intention of escaping.
Reece said, “I told you we were gonna take turns breeding your pussy, and I meant it.” He looked down at the fresh load that was oozing out of her. “I’ve had my turn. Now it’s time for Dutton and Nash to have a go.”
The two men lay down beside her, one on each side, and lifted her legs. She was trembling and dripping with sweat.
“You’re not too tired to go on,” Nash taunted, “are you?”
“Fuck no,” Fairchild fired back. “Are you?”
A smirk. “What’s it feel like?”
He thrust his hips, and his cock entered her with a wet squelch of displaced fluid. He then proceeded to ravage her rough and deep, his rhythmic penetration lubricated by Reece’s hot seed. With infuriating speed and skill, he brought her right up to the edge of another climax. Then, at the last possible moment, he pulled out. She whimpered at the unexpected deprivation.
“Fuck,” Nash said. “You gotta try this, Dutt. Her pussy feels even better with a load inside it.”
“I’ll bet,” said Dutton. “Just look how she’s gaping.”
He ran his fingers around her soiled entrance, then he slid his cock inside and started to thrust, slower than Nash had done, but every bit as commanding. She moaned as an impending climax started welling inside her.
But again, she was denied.
Dutton slid out of her with a wet sound, and Nash took his place.
“Stop teasing me,” Fairchild whined.
Dutton brushed a cum-stained finger across her lips.
“We’re not teasing you, darling. We’resharingyou.” He looked across her body at his comrade. “Say Nash, who’s gonna come inside her first, me or you?”
Nash grinned, still thrusting.
“Fight you for it.”
“Shit,” Dutton chuckled. “I’ll lay your ass out, youngblood.”
Nash pulled out.
