“So good,” I mutter, panting with need.
He leans in slowly and kisses me. It steals my breath. I fall into him, those sparks we have going off everywhere.
I hear movement from the others. The distinct sounds of clothes rustling and zippers lowering tells me they’re all getting naked.
Panic tries to rise in my chest, but I shove it down firmly. I have no idea what’s in store, but I am excited to find out.
Synn pulls back, removing his clothes. His large, pierced cock is so hard, it flexes. My mouth waters, dying to taste him.
I look around at my other guys. Fuck, how are they all so smoking hot?
Every one of them is rock-hard, their eyes burning into my soul.
Synn lies down on his back, dragging me on top of him. “Sit on my face,” he says.
“What? How will you breathe?” I haven’t done that before.
Razor chuckles. “He will be just fine, Fiasca.”
I hesitantly move up his body, hovering over his face. I slowly lower myself, but he grabs me, impatiently pulling me directly onto his waiting tongue.
“God,” I say, my eyes rolling back.
Trikk trails his hand down my back, squeezing my ass cheeks. “Can I take you here, Bambi?”
Fuck.
“Yes,” I pant, already close to an orgasm.
“Here, man,” Razor says, and something is tossed to Trikk. Cold liquid dribbles into my ass crack, and Trikk’s talented fingers spread it around my puckered hole.
He works one finger inside, then two. He scissors them, pulling a moan from me. A third finger is added, and I thrust back against his hand.
Synn grabs my hips to hold me in place, and Trikk pushes me forward more. I feel the head of his perfect cock at the entrance to my ass, and he slowly pushes in.
Crying out, I chant their names like a prayer. Trikk eases in all the way, letting me get used to him stretching me.
Synn lifts me slightly off his face without breaking my contact with Trikk, sliding his body up so my pussy is over his cock now. His hips thrust upwards, and he brushes my entrance.
“Do it. Fuck me, Synn,” I beg, needing to feel full.
Synn shoves in with one stroke, and I scream so hard, it hurts my throat. I almost come but hold it off. I don’t want this to end.
Synn and Trikk move in tandem, one pushing in while the other pulls out.
Razor climbs onto the bed, rising to his knees, positioning himself right in front of me. “How about I fill that pretty mouth?”
Oh God. “Yes, yes, give it to me, Razor,” I beg.
Razor slides in my waiting mouth, going back to my throat. His hand closes around my neck, squeezing enough to decrease my air intake without cutting it completely off.
I’m completely filled now, and I feel like a Goddess.
Holding out my hands, I make grabby motions, trying to convey what I want.
Ghost comes to my left, and my hand closes around his cock. Frost is at my right, and I stroke his cock too.
I can’t help but feel bad looking at Purge, who’s jerking off while he watches us. The sight of him pleasuring himself makes my limbs tremble.
