Trikk slides inside me, alongside Ghost. Once he’s all the way in, they both move together.
I can feel them everywhere. Their cocks rubbing together inside me is almost too erotic for me to contemplate.
Within seconds, I detonate. My come gushes over them, and pools under me on the bed.
They follow me, one after the other, filling my pussy to overflowing.
Hunter removes himself from my mouth—the only one who hasn’t come yet. Without hesitation, he slides inside me, unbothered by all the other guys come running out of me.
He fucks me hard and fast, a hand on my throat, squeezing enough to reduce my air intake.
I can’t say a word, but I buck underneath him. Grinding my clit against him, I come fast, pulsing around him so hard, it triggers his own release.
Hunter collapses on the mattress with the others.
I'm so sated, I can’t even move.
Ghost moves away, then comes back with a warm cloth, cleaning me up lovingly.
I look at my husbands, love radiating to them all.
We utter words of love and devotion to each other.
I fall into sleep, but none of us get much of it through the night.
Every time we wake, we make love again.
Endless pleasure, all night long.
Chapter 41
Phoenyxx
Morning greetsme amongst a tumble of limbs, and the heavenly scent of coffee and bacon. I crack open my lids, smiling to see most of my guys around me, in various stages of waking up.
Trikk and Hunter aren’t here, but I bet they’re seeing to breakfast. With Trikk cooking, I know I’ll be getting my favorite thing ever—pancakes.
I yawn and stretch, greeting my husbands with kisses. “I’m going to hop in the shower while we’re waiting for breakfast.”
Ghost mumbles a complaint. “I’m coming with you.”
“Dude, so unfair,” Razor complains.
Shaking my head, I purse my lips to keep from laughing. “I’m still sore from last night, my loves.”
I get up, feeling their eyes following my every movement. I stumble my way to the huge bathroom, eyes widening when I see the enormous standalone clawfoot tub, and the huge shower, with nozzles on the walls and the ceiling.
Smiling, I relieve my bladder, then start the shower to heat it up. I jump in, groaning at the intensity and heat of the water. Damn, this shower is the shit.
I'm so busy washing, I don’t hear anyone come in, until the door slides open, and Ghost is there.
“Ghost!” I snap him playfully with my soap sponge.
My eyes eat him up. God, he is so smoking hot. I love his body—lean but fit. He's perfect in every way, from his messy black hair to his black eyes, to his gorgeous cock.
The latter body part rises to the occasion. Though I’m sore, I can’t help the burst of arousal thrumming between my legs.
He moves toward me so quickly, I don’t have time to react. He shoves me against the bathroom wall, hitching one leg up to his waist. Grunting, he pushes inside me, fucking me fast and hard.
