Page 84 of The Riders’ Reign

CAMILE

I’m not going to keep control for much longer. It’s like having the reins of four powerful horses—I might look like I’ve got them in hand, but they can overpower me in a second.

Though they’re behaving themselves right now, I know they’re going to lose it soon. The minute one breaks free, the others will join them.

We find a rhythm, the five of us, all moving slowly together to build our pleasure, but it doesn’t last.

To my surprise, Jack is the one who loses it first. That it’s the disciplined club president who is the first to give in to his primal urges is really hot.

“Ah, fuck,” he moans and curls my hair into his fist, pulling it tight and sending sparks through my scalp.

His hips piston, moving faster as he reaches for his climax. I do my best not to fight against the natural urge to pull away, but he holds my head in place anyway, fucking my face. The head of his cock hits the back of my throat, bruising, but still he goes deeper. I want him to. I want him to take me however he needs me, for me to be his perfect little fuck toy, if that’s what he desires.

I want to be Jack’s everything.

Ace’s cock stretches my ass in a way that is both pain and pleasure all rolled into one. He’s been holding himself still, allowing me to set the pace, but now Jack is fucking my face, Ace grabs my hips and slams inside me. Ghost’s hands are on my thighs, and he and Rook move together. I’m not sure they’re both going to be able to stay inside me—the position means they’re perilously close to one of them slipping out—but I’m past caring.

I give in to this completely, fighting any urge to control things. I become nothing more than a vessel for them to use and fill, and I’m loving every second. As things intensify, I float out of my body for a few seconds, watching the five of us fucking on the picnic blanket. My petite form is surrounded by these big, strong men, my holes stretched and plugged, their hands and mouths all over my skin.

The sounds coming from my throat are choked and strangled, and the reduction in oxygen intensifies everything. The four men pump into me, heavy breathing and pleasured moans, and skin slapping together resonating in the air. Jack’s cock fills my throat, and I can feel him getting even bigger and harder as his climax nears. My pussy and ass are stretched beyond belief, and I’m not sure I can take much more. I’ve already had two orgasms; am I capable of a third? But then Ghost’s fingers find my clit, and I find my pleasure building again, even while I’m so stuffed I’m barely even human.

Ghost lifts his hips to slam into me, he and Rook acting as one, and his touch circles my clit. I want to tell them I’m close, but that I’m not sure I can handle it, except I can’t talk around the cock lodged deep in my throat. What is the point in a safeword if I can’t physically speak?

I’m reaching and crawling and climbing, and it’s close, so close. I’m standing on the precipice, my toes clawed to the edge, and knowing I have no choice in this one way or the other. I’m going to come harder than I ever have in my life. My body is no longer my own. It’s theirs, all theirs. My beautiful, strong, powerful men who’ve chosen to quite literally come together to be with me.

I spill over the edge, gagging around Jack’s cock as I do so. My entire body seems to convulse, my pussy and ass clamping around the multiple dicks invading it. Pleasure sends me close to a blackout, endorphins making the world spin around me. I don’t know if it’s possible to die of pleasure, but if it is, I’m sure I’ve come close.

Standing in front of me, Jack lets out a yell, and hot cum streams down my throat. I choke and gag but somehow manage not to pass out.

Ace rams himself deep in my back hole, his cock jerking. “Ah, Princess. Fuck, I’m filling your ass up now.”

“I can feel you need to come, Rook,” Ghost says from beneath me. “You can stop holding back now.”

I slide off Jack’s cock, still choking and spluttering, my mouth full of the salty taste of him, and glance over my shoulder. Ace slides out of me and steps away, giving Rook space to half-sit, propping himself up on his elbows. He and Ghost are still fucking my pussy, and their expressions are masks of concentration. Rook’s gaze is locked on my ass, where Ace’s cum is leaking out of me, and on where his cock penetrates me.

“Holy fuck, Cami,” he gasps. “I’m gonna… Oh, fuck.”

“Jesus, Rook,” Ghost groans.

Both their cocks seem to swell inside me, and they ram themselves deep and hard. Hot wetness fills my pussy as they come together, flooding their cocks and my womb with their cum.

I slump over Ghost’s chest, my heart beating so fast I think it might explode.

“Oh, my God,” I manage. “That was actually insane.”

The guys slip out of me, but they still surround me, pressing kisses to my damp skin and holding me tight. They pass me between them, each wanting to touch and hold me after our shared orgasms.

“By the way, not sure how useful a safeword is when I can’t speak.” I giggle, sounding drunk. It’s a throwaway comment, but Jack growls under his breath.

“Fuck, Baby-girl, you’re right.” He drags his hand through his hair. “I didn’t even think.”

I wave my hand weakly to try to show it was a jokey comment. “S’all good.”

“No. From now on, if you ever need anything to stop and can’t speak, slap someone’s thigh three times, or their arm. Wherever you can reach. Three taps means stop.”

Jack’s tone is serious, and I glance up at him.

“Okay.” I nod before letting my head drop back down.