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“I thought we had a deal. Protection, always.”
“We are all clean. Even Cherry.” Simon pipes up from next to me. I want to open my eyes to look at him, but I can’t drag myself out of the ecstasy bubble building. “You’re on the pill, right?”
I shake my head but then nod, panting as I grind Kitty against the monster cock between my legs.
“Which is it?” Marcus barks again, but Shaun answers.
“She has one of those rod things. It’s contraception. She doesn’t really get her period.”
“How the fuck do you know that?” Marcus snaps, and I hear Shaun chuckle. The smug prick.
Garrett breaks contact with my nipple, and I whimper, my eyes flying open.
“No period?” There is so much disappointment in his tone that it’s almost heartbreaking to hear. I know why he’s asking. He told me he wanted to fuck Kitty while she was bleeding.
“I’ll get it taken out for you, Big Guy.”
The sad expression that was consuming Garrett’s face turns downright sinful at my words. “You will?”
I nod, biting my lip. “I need you.”
Without any warning, he claims my lips again, his hand sliding between our bodies as he presses his fingers to my clit.
“Why the hell are you going to take the implant out, Rhee?” Marcus growls, and Simon chuckles.
“Dude. Does it matter? Cherry is a little too busy to talk right now.” Simon chuckles again before I hear his voice close to my ear. “Make love to your man, Cherry.”
The term make love has always made me cringe. It has always seemed cheesy to me. Something said between vanilla couples or something. Yet now, as the words sink in and Garrett shifts to press his cock against my opening, those words feel more erotic. I feel like I am being claimed. That there’s an unspoken declaration—a bond that will never be broken.
I’m so wet and slick that Garrett’s girth pushes in easily, skin on skin, stretching me and filling me. I’m usually so aware of each thrust, each touch of hand, or kiss of lips, but this time I’m not. I’m completely lost to something more powerful than lust. More pleasurable than an orgasm. More intense than anything I’ve ever felt.
“I love you.” I hear the words in my ear, Garrett’s deep rasp, before he nips at my lobe as he thrusts into me, faster and faster. My hips match his pace, Kitty syncing up with the monster buried inside. There’s no pain today. Just pure pleasure that is otherworldly.
Hands that don’t belong to the body fucking me slip between our bodies to pinch my nipples and press against my clit. The sensations are overwhelming, and so too is the thought of three different guys focused on giving me pleasure right now as Marcus watches.
My lids drag open as my pleasure builds to new heights. I’m only seconds away from flying, and I want to see my guys right before I do. Simon is on one side, his eyes focused on my tits as he jerks his dick. Shaun is on my other side, his focus lower as his skilled fingers work my clit. Marcus is hovering above us, dick in hand, not pumping but squeezing it. Choking it. And then, Garrett leans up on one arm hovering over me, his face twisted in pain that can only come from pleasure as he thrusts faster and faster.
I have no control over Kitty as she clamps tight around Garrett’s dick before blinding ecstasy bolts through me like electricity. It’s so intense that the only noise I make is a gasp as my lungs seize up and forget how to fucking work. The pleasure rolls through me like a never-ending tidal wave, long and drawn out, until my vision begins to fade black.
“Breathe, Kitten.” Shaun hisses in my ear, his voice registering with my brain enough to kick my lungs back into action.
Air whooshes back in, and with it, my sight and the sounds of Garrett’s panting as he looks down over me.
“Baby. You ok?”
I nod, a lazy smirk tugging at my lips as I pant.
“That was epic.” Simon chuckles, reaching over me and Garrett to fist bump Shaun.
“Well… since we have thrown out the whole condom thing.” Marcus snaps, “Now I’m gonna have to wait until later to tend to my girl.”
“What’s wrong, Grady? You don’t want to play in another guy’s cum?” Shaun asks, chuckling.
“Not particularly.” Marcus frowns down at us, and I pout.
“I like getting filthy, Marc, and I like the idea of being your cum bucket.”
All the guys but Marcus laugh at my crudeness.
