“All mouth and all action,” he teased.
I looked up at him with an amused grin, and wasn’t surprised when Wolfe grabbed my chin, twisted my head to face him, then pretty much shoved his junk in my face. He wasn’t like the others, he didn’t particularly like BJs, which was a stark contrast to Dagger who I knew loved them more than anything.
Instead of making me suck his cock, he had a tight hold of his shaft, and instead, exposed his balls. I tongued them, stroking the velvety skin with the tip before sucking one into the cavern of my mouth. He grunted and let his cock fall onto my face. It could have felt disrespectful, and maybe it was, but I didn’t really care.
He grabbed my hair, tightening his grip until my roots strained and I cried out with discomfort around his balls. As I looked up at him, at one-fifth of my world, I saw his lust and his need, his love and the power that gave me over him.
There was a fine line between love and hate, and it was finer with Wolfe. He loved hard. It was why he evaded it, but with me, he’d never been able to.
As much as he loved me, he hated that he did, and I always saw that warfare in his gaze, always felt it whenever we were intimate.
I’d spend the rest of my life making sure he didn’t regret loving me, and I saw that acceptance today, saw it and read it in his features.
“Need in your cunt, baby girl,” he grumbled, peering down my bare body, my tits that were loaded with spit and drool—the bubbly stuff that came from being throat fucked—and to my pussy that peeped out from between my spread legs.
I moaned, needing that just as much, and when he dropped to his knees, I immediately fell back. He moved onto me, covering me like a blanket, and I loved his weight, his heat, loved even more that his fingers parted the lips of my sex before moving up to rub my clit.
With one hand on his cock, the other on my clit, he pressed the tip to my gate and slid home. All the way home until my back arched with delight at the fullness. My tits jiggled as Wolfe pumped into me a few times before he stilled and savored the connection, his eyes burning into me just as hotly as Flame’s could.
Speaking of… on either side of me, Axe and Flame dropped to their knees too. Flame hauled me up so I was no longer flat to the floor, and he pressed me to his knees. I could feel his cock against my shoulder and almost laughed at the wet kiss it gave me.
Axe’s mouth moved to my tits. His lips nipping at the nubs cresting each peak before he began to drift down, down, farther and farther until he was tonguing my clit while Wolfe started to fuck me.
A sharp scream escaped me as the sensations hit. Overloading me with the fucking power of the pleasure my men could stir in me.
As Axe sucked on my clit like I’d sucked on his cock, I thrashed and flailed, but Flame held me tight, his arms coming to corral me. He was bondage in human form. I couldn’t move, couldn’t twist all that much as I was fucked and sucked.
“Flame! Let me go,” I begged around a cry as Wolfe’s thrusts sped up. I needed to arch my hips, needed to sit up and run my arms around his chest to hold him close, fuck, I needed him to turn me over and screw me silly from behind.
I needed so much and Flame wasn’t letting me do anything other than take what they wanted to give.
As I screamed out my climax a few seconds later, I sobbed as Axe carried on flicking his tongue around my clit. I could hear noises that spoke of how wet I was, but I didn’t give a fuck.
Nothing was wrong in this room.
Nothing could ever be anything other than perfect.
A moan escaped me when I felt Wolfe’s seed splash deep inside me. It was like liquid fire and it set tiny explosions quivering along the channel of my sex as I was coated in his cum.
Axe shuffled out of the way as Wolfe fell forward, his hands catching himself on either side of my shoulders. He pressed his face to my throat, caught his breath, then in