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Gripping the bottom of my shirt, he ripped it up the front so he could get it off me easier. Tonight I’d worn a sports bra because I could keep an extra magazine of bullets there for emergencies. Knowing this, he removed the clip before yanking the fabric up over my head, leaving my chest bare. Since my pants were already around my ankles, I just needed to get the boots off, and I was buck-ass naked.

While I stripped, so did everyone else, sending clothes flying around the apartment. I was impressed that Eagle was so focused on me that he didn’t care about the mess, or maybe it was because it wasn’t his space.

The feel of leather wrapping around my neck had me pausing. “You ready for me, shortcake?” Wes asked as he urged me forward toward the couch. “I want you on all fours in the middle of the ottoman with that tight ass of yours in the air.”

I did as directed, feeling the tug of the belt as I positioned myself as requested. Wes got settled behind me, applying tension to the belt, causing me to lift my head so my back was arched, and I could see the guys all sitting around us.

“What do you say we put on a little show for your men? Let them see me take you while they have to wait, stroking their rock-hard dicks as I take my fill from you,” Wes continued as the head of his dick slid up and down the entrance of my pussy, getting it slick with my wetness and Cognac’s cum.

When he finally slid into me balls deep, my eyes rolled back in my head. I was still hyper-sensitive from coming with Cognac that it sent shockwaves through my nerves. He started out with a steady pace as if he was warming me up, but that wasn’t what I wanted. I started to push back into him, trying to speed up the tempo. The belt tightened, and I gasped, knowing it would be the last breath I could take for a bit.

“Not tonight, Dax. I’m the one in control of what’s happening here, and you’re just going to have to take what I give you,” Wes informed me as he used his other hand to slap my ass, leaving behind a warm burn of pain. “Now, be a good girl and be grateful for what you’re given.”

With a grunt, he shoved my head down, so it was on the ottoman as he changed up the angle. In this position, he got so much deeper and hit that spot deep inside that almost no one could find, but when they did, you lost your fucking mind. The belt loosened enough for me to breathe but with limited supply, giving me the perfect euphoric feeling as my body protested the lack of oxygen. Wes ruled my body as he pounded my pussy, giving my ass a slap every so often to keep it pink and the sting to keep me from coming too fast.

When I was getting close, and I knew he was too, he yanked me up, so I sat back on his cock. He used his hand instead of the belt to choke me as he thrust up, making my pussy clench as my voice came out in garbled tones. I knew when this orgasm hit me, I was going to pass out, but I didn’t give him the signal to let up on his hold. Instead, I leaned into the feeling as my vision started to tunnel. Every nerve ending was heightened with the adrenaline that my body was sending out to tell us something was wrong, but that was far from the truth. Nothing could be more perfect than the man I’d trusted with my life countless times, held it in his hands.

His hips started to falter, and he hugged me close as he came inside me, sending me into a tailspin of my own. Wes’s hold on my throat loosed just as I let out a cry as I shattered from the orgasm. Just as I predicted, the added shock of coming sent me over the edge, and I blacked out with a smile on my face.

Chapter twenty-seven

Dax

“Dax?” Wes called as my eyes fluttered open to see him leaning over me. “You good, shortcake? Why didn’t you tell me I was choking you too long?”

As he talked, my mind tried to tell me something else was going on, something that felt heavenly. Then it registered that while I was passed the fuck out, someone was feasting on my ravaged pussy and ass. Lifting my head slightly, I found Cam between my legs, where I now lay on the couch. His eyes met mine as he continued his efforts, and I just flopped back, letting him do as he pleased.

“It’s fine, Wes. I knew exactly what I was doing. Pushing it to the edge like that makes the climax so much more intense. That’s why I blacked out. Not because of the no air part of things,” I assured him, reaching out to stroke his cheek. “That was fucking amazing, by the way.”

He leaned in and kissed the fuck out of me, needing to reassure himself that I was alright. I let my fingers slide into his hair, holding him there so I could take what I needed as well. Breaking the kiss, I cried out as Cam slid his tongue into my pussy, lapping at it, clearly not at all bothered by the fact two other men’s cum was in there.

“You good to keep going?” Wes asked, glancing at Cam, ready to tell him off if I said no.

I booped him on the nose, drawing his attention back to me. “I believe you’re the one who called me out for not being able to handle all my men at once. Two down, five to go, and I’m thinking going for an airtight moment might be fun.”

“Airtight?” Picasso asked, brushing a hand down my arm only to bring it back up and swirl a finger around my nipple.

“Mm-hmm, think about it for a sec,” I challenged. When he still looked confused, I chuckled. “A cock for each hole, plugging them up makes you ‘airtight.’”

Understanding flashed in his eyes, quickly followed by hunger to give it a try. “Then I claim that mouth of yours.”

“I want her pussy this time since I got it all nice and clean,” Cam announced.

“Seems I’ll claim her ass then,” Sprocket said as he took Weston’s spot next to me. “Do you want to be on your back or stomach?”

As I thought about that, Cam got to work lubing up my ass. I wasn’t going to question where he got the lube but knowing him, he probably packed it. “If I’m going to have one in my mouth, then I think stomach, better angle for deep throating and all that.”

Cam moved to the chaise part of the couch, giving us more room to work with. Reaching out for me, I crawled over and straddled his hips. “I have to ask, do those piercings add to your pleasure as much as it does for me?”

“Oh beautiful, I didn’t get it done for me even though they do offer some added stimulation. This was all about your pleasure, and I can tell from the excitement on your face it was well worth it,” Cam answered, kissing me deeply as I sank down on his pierced cock.

Each and every rung of the ladder hit so perfectly that I almost came right then and there. Shuddering, I rested my head in the crook of his neck, taking a few deep breaths. “Holy fuck, those are amazing.”

“We’re just getting started, little rebel,” Sprocket reminded me as he used his fingers to ensure I was loose enough for him. Then inch by delightful inch, he filled me.

A hand combed through my hair, encouraging me to lift it, and I found Picasso looking down at me with so much love and heat in his eyes. Picasso wasn’t a man who was going to fuck me into a wall. No, he liked to own me in a different way when we were together. Yet he was willing to find his place amongst all these alpha men who like to run the show when we fucked.

“Open that sassy mouth of yours, spitfire,” Picasso instructed.