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“What you aren’t going to know, loba, is who the two are that are comfortable enough with each other to let their dicks share the same hole. You keep saying you want us to work better as a team. Well, I think this is a great start, don’t you?” Cognac asked as the tip of his finger slipped inside my ass.

I groaned, burying my face in Eagle’s neck. “Fucking, fuck, fuck. God, that is too much. How can a finger feel like so much more?”

Eagle chuckled and slapped my ass cheek. “Take it like the badass we all know you are.”

In retaliation for that comment, I bit his neck, sucking the skin into my mouth, giving him a hickey that would last for weeks. He growled, and I could feel the vibration of it in my mouth, making me smile. He slapped my ass even harder and thrust deeper and faster clearly disregarding the fact he was still wounded. Right now, he was on his own. There was no way I could possibly be the responsible party at this moment.

Releasing him, I arched my back, lifting my head as I moaned, but it was soon cut off by a cock getting shoved down my throat. I gagged, but when they pulled back, I felt something that I knew for a fact none of my men had. A fucking Jacobs ladder was pierced on the underside of this dick, and I let my tongue play along the rungs to discover the tip was also adorned with a ring fitting snuggly to the flesh. Fuck my life. Cam certainly surprised me on that one.

Letting go of the dick I’d been stroking, I grabbed Cam’s cock and let my hand wander down the shaft feeling all that adorned it. Really, I shouldn’t be surprised. If any of my men were going to do this, it would be Cam. He had a love for being unexpected and not minding pain in the pursuit of pleasure. Bastard had been holding out on me this whole time. I could hear him chuckle as I used my thumb to swirl over the tip, making sure that it was only the ring he’d added.

“I see you found my surprise for you,” Cam teased. “Didn’t you always tell me you wondered if dick piercings were worth it?”

“What did the other women say?” I asked, having no delusions even if he kept telling me I was the only one for him.

A hand gripped my jaw tightly and his breath fell on my face in hot bursts. “How many times do I need to tell you, Dax? There had never been anyone for me but you. No other second-rate pussy could ever lure me away from what I knew I’d already had. You, my beautiful devil, are perfection incarnate.”

His mouth latched on to mine as he kissed me hard, full of teeth and tongue. It grounded me as the two inside me groaned as I clenched tighter when Cam tugged on my nipple. The spark of pain helped me to clear my head enough to realize Cognac had told me Picasso was in my ass while his brother fucked my pussy. Now Cam was making out with me and no one argued or tried to push him aside. They truly had settled their differences enough for the time being.

After having had four orgasms back to back, I wasn’t surprised that this next one was slow to arrive. Even if those two finished before me, it wouldn’t matter. There were still five of them to go. Picasso’s movements sped up, and he leaned over me, kissing my shoulders and neck as he pummeled my ass. My whole body tightened as the change caused Picasso to swear, shooting his load in my ass. Eagle was still thrusting away, keeping his movements steady, refusing to let himself go before I’d come.

Picasso gave his last few grunting thrusts into me before resting on my back for a moment, whispering in my ear, “He’s right, you know, you are perfect in every way for us. No one would be able to match up.” With a gentle kiss on my cheek, ignoring that Cam still had my lips, he pulled out.

Now it was my turn to have some fun with the president. Shoving Cam back, I sat up tall on Eagle and grinned, looking down to where I guessed his face would be. “You ready to get fucked, pres?”

“What?” Eagle asked, clearly confused. “You’re not shoving anything up my ass if that’s what you mean.”

I laughed and shook my head. “No, that’s not what I had in mind, but it’s good to know. I’ve pegged a man once or twice in my life. It can be fun with the right partner. What I had in mind was a little more simple.”

Swinging off his body, I grabbed his leg and pushed up. Then I grabbed his hand and made him hold his leg up while I gestured for him to do the same with the other side.

“Dax…” Eagle warned.

Obviously, I couldn’t see what he looked like, but I’d done this a few times before to know he looked like he was asking to take it up the ass. “Calm your tits, alright? Trust your wife.”

Stumbling a bit, I got myself in the position I needed, crouched in a squat of sorts grabbing his dick and lifting it straight up. Then I sat down on it, but the way he was positioned gave him no choice but to let me have control of the situation. When I started to move, it was as if I was fucking him just with my pussy instead of another dick.

We, women, did this all the time when we stuck that suction cup on the floor and fuck it like it was our job. The way it hits up inside you was so different and gave me more control for it to hit that deep pleasure point most men didn’t know existed.

I was glad the others were willing to let me do this without needing to get in on the action since it would throw off my groove. We had all night and the rest of our lives to fuck around but being able to own the president and fuck him into the mattress was priceless. Now to see if he enjoyed the dirty talk he dished out.

“How do you like that, hmm? I can feel how hard you are for me inside my pussy,” I taunted. “You like the way I fuck you? Want me to drain your dick dry as you come deep in my snatch?”

Eagle just groaned and his hips bucked slightly as if he were unable to give up total control. Letting go of one leg I’d been using to keep steady, I slapped his ass. “Relax, boss man, and enjoy the ride. It’s not every day the queen of the Hidden Empire owns your cock.”

“Fuck, why is that so hot?” Cognac whispered.

“Because you hope we all want to be Eagle right now,” Wes answered.

“Makes me think I might let her try pegging my ass at least once if it’s anything like that,” Cognac admitted. “What?” he blurted. “Like you wouldn’t try it at least once if she asked.”

I laughed to myself at their commentary as I found the right rhythm that was gonna get us both to the finish line. Holding his legs, I leaned back just slightly to tilt my pelvis and that was when the head of his cock hit right, just right. My breathing became more labored, and I tossed back my head, letting my moans fill the room as Eagle grunted in time with my movements. We were both so close that I sped up, slamming down on him even harder, then the slowly building orgasm exploded within me just as Eagle's release happened. The feel of his cum filling me only amplified my pleasure as my pussy walls gripped him tightly.

“Ah, fuck, Dax, you’re fucking killing me,” Eagle bit out as I refused to release him, still slowly pumping my hips, drawing out his orgasm like they had mine.

I slowed down, then came to a stop, leaning all the way forward until I reached his mouth with my own. “All is fair in love and war, right?”

Shrieking, I was yanked off Eagle and cradled against someone’s chest. I could tell it was Void. With all the training we’d been doing, I knew that chest well. It took every ounce of my discipline not to fuck him on the mats as we sparred. Not saying I let him take me down to the mats so we could grapple, but it might be a thing.