I glare at him over my shoulder.
“Answer me, love, or no cock for you.”
I press back onto him, sinking onto his cock. “You be good boys and fuck me like you hate me.”
“Goddamn, Trouble.”
“Put her on stage with a domme one time and all the sudden she’s Madame McKinley,” Knox says.
“If I wanted to be your domme, I’d buy a strap on and peg you.”
“Would you make us peg for it?” Knox laughs at his play on words before taking my hips and thrusting into me.
I groan out. The feel of his cock driving deep inside of me is both painful yet pleasurable.
“How about this?” Knox asks. “Shut the fuck up and take our cocks like a good girl.”
I press back into him.
“She likes that,” Jax says.
Knox unloads with a speed he’s never fucked me with before, using my hips to push and pull. Claiming me.
I look over my shoulder and see the boys standing around Knox, with the cocks in their hands, rubbing slowly, watching him fuck me. My stomach tightens even more. I swear it’s like a core workout the amount of times my body clenches just watching them.
“Everlee. Your pussy.” His hand runs up my back and presses down between my shoulder blades, holding me there. “Fuck. You feel so good.”
“Hurry up. I’m next,” Jax demands.
“You can’t rush,” his words are cut off as he unloads inside of me. His cock is throbbing in my pussy. “Ok. Maybe you can.” He pauses before pulling out. “But for the record, it’s because her pussy is a tight little honey pot, not because you told me to.”
He’s gone for a second before I feel Jax. He presses in and his cock feels different. He has a slightly larger girth, so I feel myself stretching around him.
“Yes.” He picks up where Knox left off, with my face planted on the ground and my ass up in the air. “I’ve wanted you around my cock for most of the evening. And then,” he pauses, seating himself deep inside of me and pausing, before he squeezes my ass cheeks together. “On stage.”
He pulls out and quickly flips me over, pulls my legs up and lifts my ass off the ground and continues fucking me. “You feel so fucking good.”
The pad of his thumb finds my clit, and he rubs again. “Jax,” I moan out.
“That’s right baby girl, moan my name,” Jax rasps. He rolls my legs back so my knees are on my chest and my toes are close to touching the ground behind me. He’s fucking me from on top and the pressure is almost too much, but I’m not going to say a fucking word. I love this. The feeling of him this deep inside of me.
After a few minutes, he lets my legs go and they fall to the ground, giving me more control. I press my heels to the warm, soft grass and raise my hips, fucking him back until the only sound are the wet thwaps of us colliding against one another and the moans and groans coming from us.
Electricity tickles my skin as another orgasm is coming, like a wave building in an ocean. My fingers claw and latch onto his back, holding him near me. I want more of him. My fingers slide up to his hair, locking in to give me control. I tilt his chin up to take him in a kiss, but his eyes… they meet mine and I don’t get a chance to move before he does. He kisses me strong and powerful, his tongue matching his thrusts. I wrap my legs around his waist and he lifts us up in one move, so I’m sitting on his lap.
I cry out as his cock fills me deeper than it ever has before.
My hands fall back to support me and he fucks me from underneath in this new V shape. The pressure inside makes it feel like I’m being punched, but his finger on my clit is sending me reeling.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, my eyes fluttering. “Oh, Jax.”
The orgasm is upon me. If I was a super religious woman, I’d start tapping the cross into my head and chest, because this one… It’s intense. He grabs my hair, pulling it back so I’m looking at the fake moon in the sky while he continues to fuck up into me, my orgasm crashing around us all.
He leans forward and takes a breast in his mouth, his teeth clamping down on my nipple, sending waves of passionate desire straight to my needy cunt. My eyes have rolled into the back of my head and there are sounds coming out of me that are a cross between and ooh and a fuck, but sound more like a troll under a bridge getting off his ass with busted knees.
Jax pulls me back up so I’m straddling him and fully seated on him, my muscles too weak to move. A devilish smile crosses his lips. He pulls out and flips us over so I’m on my knees, the way we started. He grips my hips with both of his hands, his fingers digging in and pounds into me relentlessly.
“Fill me with your come Jax,” I groan out.
