“You better watch that aim,” Grant warns, but he’s still fucking into me.
“Just look at Kit, man, look at his—yeah, there, look at that, how are you thinking about anything else right now?”
Walker gets closer, dragging his hot tip across my lips. He strokes himself slow, using my mouth as a surface, the ridge of the head catching on my bottom lip.
“Fuck, that’s good. Gonna paint his face.”
He strokes himself faster. His other hand grips my face, tilting it up so I’m looking right at him, and in under ten seconds he’s emptying himself. It splatters my cheek and nose, hot and thick and degrading. He groans, squeezing out the last drops, then smears the wet tip across my skin until I’m glazed.
Grant has stalled out—if it was to watch or because he was scared he got jizz on him, I don’t care. I’m just focused on his dick throbbing inside me while another guy paints my face.
Walker swipes a glob of cum from my cheek and shoves it into my mouth.
“Taste that, slut,” he murmurs, spreading it onto my tongue and teeth. “Know your place.”
“Fuck,” Finn breathes. “That’s so fucking hot, bro.”
Walker collapses onto the couch next to us, grinning, pulling a beer from who knows where. “That’s what a real finish looks like, rookie.”
Finn flips him the bird.
Grant gets back to work, hauling me down onto his cock like he never stopped. He picks up the pace, plants his feet, and really fucks into me quick and hard, my body bouncing on his cock with every wet slam.
His forehead drops to my shoulder.
“Gonna fill you up,” he says quietly, just for me. “Gonna pump you full. You want that? My cum in your pussy?”
Sweet Jesus, I’ve never wanted something so bad in my entire life. So much that I almost say it out loud. I almost tell himyes, please, breed my pussy.
Miles exhales smoke through his nose, watching with his dick in hand.
“Someone stroke Kit off,” he says, lazy. “Look at his wood—he’s been rock hard this whole time.”
Miles, man. Miles is a legend. Genuinely the MVP of this house. I gotta remember to be nice to him. Like, make him a cake or something.
Walker sighs. “Fine.”
He leans over, his hand closing roughly around my dick, and starts stroking.
And then I realize it’s Grant’s hand.
Oh, fuck.
Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck—
I held it together through a dry orgasm, four dudes, enough cum to drown in, and approximately one million things happening to me simultaneously.
I stayed a doll.
I just took it.
But then… two hard pumps.
That’s all it takes to break it all.
Two strokes of Grant’s fist while I’m bouncing on his cock, and the orgasm hits me like I’m birthing a new universe to life—and I have the epiphany that that’s how the Big Bang happened. Probably.
I come so hard the world turns to static. I come so hard, I let out a sound that never came out of me before. I come so fucking hard, I try to move, to fight the insane spasms running through every inch of me.
