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Hell yes.
I used to use men and women, used to control their pleasure and only take mine if I wanted it. Now, I’m an equal. It’s more than fucking and fighting, though we do plenty of that. It’s about give and take, our joint pleasure. It’s about learning each other’s bodies so well that, with a simple look or touch, they could have me undone and begging.
It’s something I never thought would happen.
But here we are, with my artist pressed against my ass, promising to make me scream, and instead of running, I’m bending over and waiting for it, letting him take control and have me in every way possible. Nothing compares to my stepbrothers and those hands of theirs.
They are making me an addict, only I’m not addicted to their drugs... but to them. To Crew.
His hands spread my ass before cupping my pussy possessively as he grinds his cock against me. His jeans and zipper are almost painful, but it feels so fucking good my eyes close as I let him hold me up.
Grinding his palm into my cunt, he whispers dirty nothings in my ear before he removes his hand and starts a slow circle around my clit. He winds me up and keeps me on edge until I’m pushing into his hand for more. I need to be filled, and my nipples are so hard they ache for his mouth and hands.
I’m wet as hell and practically dripping for him, but there isn’t a time when I’m not. His fingers drag down my pussy, circling my hole, and I’ve had enough. I try to turn, to tackle him and ride him to my release, but he tightens his arm around me and pins me there with a grunt.
“What do you want, my love? You know you only ever have to ask.”
“To come,” I snap like it’s obvious.
“Ask nicely,” he teases.
“Ash, make me come or I’ll go fuck your brother,” I snarl instead, annoyed and so fucking wound up I might explode with one stroke of his cock.
He chuckles, but it does the trick. He lets go of my pussy, and I expect him to fuck me hard in punishment, but instead, he grabs my hips and lifts. I have to clutch the bike and hold on as I feel him crouch behind me, and then his mouth is there, locked on my pussy as I’m held in mid-air.
He attacks me with his tongue, lashing, circling, and rubbing my clit before dipping it inside me and dragging it across my cunt. He eats me fast and hard, dirty and raw. There’s no rhythm or rhyme, just his tongue and teeth going at me until I’m grinding against his mouth.
Without even fucking me or touching me with his cock or fingers, I come apart for him. I yell as my release takes me by surprise, flowing through me, leaving me whimpering and shaking as he licks me through it. He drops my legs back to the floor and kicks them open, then I hear his zipper before his cock presses to my hole.
It’s a promise that has my eyes closing and a smile curving my lips.
Who knew being with the same dick over and over again could still be so exciting? Not me, that’s for sure.
His hand drags up my back, stroking along my spine before rounding my throat and pulling me up a bit so he can grip my breast.
Hard.
He squeezes, and as I moan, he slams inside me, stealing the rest of my breath. He doesn’t go slow, no, my sensitive artist boy is on a mission to claim my screams. My cream drips down his huge dick as he thrusts in and out of me hard and fast.
He pushes me into the bike, and the wet sound of our bodies joining makes me shiver in pleasure. The tight grip of his hand on my breast is almost painful, flowing to mix with the pleasure of his cock inside me.
His arm is before me, braced on the bike, and I take it out on him, latching onto his skin. He grunts as I bite him, but he doesn’t stop the slow roll of his hips as he hits that spot inside me over and over. It’s not enough to make me come, and he knows it.
He tilts me and hits my G-spot with more force, rubbing his cock against it until, within minutes, I’m coming again.
With a snarl, he pulls free, turns me, and drapes me back over the bike as I lie limply in my haze, and then he slams back into my dripping cunt. I bend my knees, pressing my feet against his shoulders, and lift my hips, meeting his thrusts.
I can’t get enough of him.
“Ash,” I moan, gripping my breasts with my hands, trusting him to keep me on the bike as I twist and pluck my nipples. The spark of pleasure shoots straight to my throbbing clit.
He groans as he watches, his eyes darkening and chest heaving. He’s a beautiful sight as he bends over, still fucking me hard, and captures one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks. The sight of his blond head between my breasts is too much to take.
My breathing stutters as I teeter on the edge of another orgasm, and when he stands back up and hammers into me, I can’t hold it back. With one last hard thrust, I scream my release.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chants. “Too fucking tight, too fucking wet. Blair—fuck.” He groans, fighting through my pussy as it milks his cock. He keeps fucking me, but it’s clear he’s close, and I can’t help but purposely tighten around him.
With a guttural yell, he pulls from my body and pumps his cock with his hand before spurting his release all over my chest. I jerk as the warm cum covers my breasts, each drop like melted wax as I ride through my own orgasm. As I come down from the high, I crack open my eyes to see him smearing his fingers through his cum, which is dripping down my belly, and with a possessive, dark look at me, he skates his cum covered fingers over my pussy and shoves them inside me, making me cry out again.
