I feel Owen loosen his grip on my hair and unseat himself from within me. The loss makes me feel empty, but he yanks my head back, lifting my body from my prone position until I’m flush against his hard chest as his still very erect length pokes against my ass.
“I’m going to love watching you take my friend deep into your tight snatch. I’m going to watch your pussy swallow every pierced inch of him until you feel him in your lungs.”
Holy fuck. Why is that so hot?
Nodding, I whimper my excitement for what’s to come. Owen turns my face so I can watch Wyatt lay back and slide on the condom. His muscled thighs flecked with freckles lay spread as his thick veiny cock bobs, waiting to feed my greedy cunt.
“Now, be a good girl and ride him,” Owen instructs. My hair is still firmly in his hold, his body still pressed against mine as we both walk on our knees across the bed.
Wyatt rises slightly, resting on his elbows, groaning when my thighs spread to straddle him.
“Look at how wet she is, O. You’re fucking soaked, Love,” Wyatt groans, reaching forward and sliding two fingers inside, saturating them in my juices and bringing his hand back to his mouth and sucking off the evidence of my arousal on his tongue. “Mmhmm, you taste like sin.”
Yup, I’m going to die right here.
I position myself over Wyatt when Owen grabs my waist with one hand, his other still fisted in my hair, and slowly lowers me, inch by inch, onto Wyatt’s dick.
The stretch is different. Owen is thicker and longer, but the barbells create a different sensation, and as I’m lowered, my mouth falls open at just how different it feels.
Owen wraps a hand around me, his thumb and middle finger rolling my nipple as he lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth while Wyatt thrusts up to seat himself in me entirely, and I scream.
At first, I almost don’t know what to do with myself, but Wyatt’s hands grip my waist, controlling the pace until my hips begin to roll, grinding against him.
Owen releases his hold on my hair, and I feel the handle of his knife begin to rub against my clit.
My body hums at different points of stimulation, threatening to detonate, my hips bucking as Owen rubs steady circles and Wyatt deepens his strokes.
I spasm as my orgasm hits, my walls seizing.
“Oh fuck, Riri, you’re going to kill me,” Wyatt grits but doesn’t stop. Instead, his pace increases. His thrusts pumping shallow and then deep. His hips circling before slamming back inside, and I feel myself winding up before I’ve even fully come down. I feel almost lightheaded.
I don’t feel it when Owen removes the knife. I certainly don’t remember when his body moved from behind mine. I just know I go from riding Wyatt to being slammed on the bed as Wyatt’s hips buck inside me, his piercing gliding along my walls right as Owen straddles my chest, pushing his way into my mouth, and I open, welcoming him in. My tongue lapping at his crown before my lips wrap around his shaft, attempting to take some control back. I suck him in, spit escaping the corners of my mouth, running down my throat.
“God, Angel. How the fuck does your mouth feel like heaven, and your pussy feel like home,” Owen grunts, his body jerking as ropes of cum shoot down my throat.
The fucker is still hard!I feel Owen’s girth, thick and weighty, on my tongue, and my eyes open in shock. I thought guys were supposed to be all one nut and done, but when Owen pulls out, his dick looks like he hasn’t come at all.
Noticing the expression on my, Owen smirks, reaching to grab another condom. I watch as he rolls it over his length before lowering to whisper in my ear, “We’re just getting started, Angel.”
My focus snaps from his when Wyatt slides his hand under my ass and pulls almost all the way out of me, then drives his hips deep, impaling me before pulling out and doing it again, making me grab the sheets on the bed for purchase. I scream when his fourth stroke hits so deep I think he’s trying to write his name on my uterus. He pumps three more times before his movements become jerky. Then Wyatt pulls out, ripping off the condom.
“Open up, Love,” Wyatt growls, pulling me forward until I’m back on my knees as he pushes into my waiting mouth as Owen thrusts back inside of me.
“Guys, why are neither one of you assholes answering your fucking ph-.”
“Holy shit.”
“Fuck!”
Three familiar and very distinct voices permeate the sex-fused air.
My eyes shift, taking in Sebastian, Wes and Lev’s varying levels of shock and lust.
I should be some level of embarrassment, but I can’t find it in me to care, not while Wyatt fills my mouth.
Let them watch.
My gaze somehow locks with Lev’s, my eyes trailing down to see his hand wrapped firmly around his own dick. The iron grip his hand has on his shaft makes me think there’s no way he can feel anything but pain, but when I peer into his green-flecked stare, I’m met with unadulterated heat and promise. Promise that if he ever gets his hands on me he’ll bring me to heights I’ve never seen. It’s that promise combined with Owen’s brutal pace that has my mouth dropping open in a moan that can only be labeled as inhuman as my third orgasm rips through me and I detonate around Owen’s cock with a force so immense it nearly blinds me.
