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My pussy clenches, and as Cross sucks my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking the sensitive bud, my world comes undone. I come hard, my orgasm blasting through me with a ferocity I wasn’t prepared for. It sails through my body, electrifying every last nerve and bringing me to life.
My pussy spasms, convulsing around Cross’s fingers as a low groan tears from the back of my throat, the sound muffled on Sawyer’s cock. My high rocks through my body, and I feel like a junkie taking a hit of the purest heroin right through the bloodstream. Nothing less than euphoria.
My tongue rolls over Sawyer’s cock, and just when I think he needs a little more, his hand tightens in my hair and he holds me still as he thrusts deep into the back of my throat, hot, delicious cum spurting into my mouth.
I swallow him down, not wasting a damn drop as his whole body jolts with satisfaction. His hand relaxes in my hair and the undeniable pleasure across his face is the sweetest thing I’ve ever seen.
Coming down from my high, Sawyer pulls free of my mouth, and I roll my tongue over my bottom lip as I try to catch my breath. But as Cross stands, his hungry stare locked on mine, I realize this is far from over.
His cock strains against the front of his pants with the need to slam straight back into me again. I hear Dalton across the room, sense him going to town on himself, but I don’t dare look his way. I’m completely consumed by Cross’s stare alone.
He reaches for me, removes his snake from my chest, and pulls me off the table. “Turn around,” he demands, and damn it, I do exactly as he asks. Spinning on my heel, I barely get a chance to find my bearings before Cross pushes me to my knees. He comes down with me as a shiver of anticipation trails down my spine, and just as I get a glance at Dalton’s mouth-watering cock across the room, my chest is shoved down to the ground and my knees spread wide.
Cross’s cock hovers at my entrance, and just as he takes my hips, his fingers digging into my skin to hold me still, he thrusts deep into my cunt. I cry out, not being able to see just how big he is, but damn, I can more than feel it. He stretches me wide as he sinks lower, taking me deep and rough.
My eyes roll, pleasure rocking through my body, and before I know it, he’s pulling back again. I groan at the way his cock moves inside me, and I can’t help but slip my hand beneath me and feel him there. His cock is coated in my arousal, and it’s one of the best feelings in the world.
He moves in and out of me and I lower my hand just an inch, my fingers brushing over my clit and rubbing tight circles as he rocks into me, thrusting again and again. I hear his desperate grunts as his fingers dig deeper into my hips and I push back against him, taking him deeper.
“Fuck, Cross,” I pant, barely able to take another second as my body gets closer and closer to the edge. “God yes. Don’t stop.”
He’s relentless, ferocious, and fucking godly as he fucks me, and it’s everything I didn’t know I needed. Dalton moves closer, and I look up, watching as he stands before me, his heavy, thick cock in his hand. He moves it up and down, working himself as he watches his best friend fuck me.
In. Out. In. Out. It’s fucking magical.
Dalton gets faster and I recognize that intense, wild hunger in his eyes. He’s going to come and it spurs me on. I press harder against my clit, the tight circles becoming erratic and desperate. My body jolts as Cross groans, and with one more thrust of his thick cock, my world detonates.
I come hard and fast, my eyes locked on Dalton’s as his body stiffens, the best kind of pleasure rocking through as I watch him come. His eyes are glazed over with pleasure, but it’s nothing compared to how he came on that rooftop. That was fire, and this right here is ice.
Pleasure overwhelms my body as Cross relentlessly fucks me, and just as it becomes too much for me to handle, he lets out a satisfied roar, shooting hot spurts of cum deep inside my pussy. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t release me until he’s completely emptied himself, each movement making my high only that much stronger.
My pussy convulses around him, and after a moment passes, I finally come back to earth. I drop my face to the ground, pure exhaustion claiming my body as I try to catch my breath.
Cross releases my hips and doesn’t say a word as he pulls out of me, but I watch the way Dalton meets his stare, something passing between them.
Knowing Zade is bound to come back at any moment, I reluctantly get to my feet, scooping my gown off the ground and stepping into it. “Here,” Sawyer says, moving into me and taking my waist. He gently spins me and my back stiffens, waiting for that same asshole to return, but he simply takes the flimsy zipper and helps me back into my dress.
I brush my hair back over my shoulder as I feel Cross starting to leak out of me, making me feel like some kind of sex goddess. “Thank you,” I whisper, meeting his green, blazing stare.
Sawyer simply nods before stepping away, and just as Cross finishes dressing, a sharp knock sounds at the door. “Yo, it’s me,” Zade says from the other side.
Dalton quickly crosses to the door and removes the chair wedged under the handle. He pulls it wide and Zade comes in, his knuckles covered in blood. He takes a step deeper into the room, and I watch as his deadly expression morphs into something a little more sinister.
He inhales deeply, his narrowed gaze locking onto mine before glancing at his friends, and without a fucking word, he knows exactly what went down in this room. “Get your fucking shit,” he says, clearly not happy with this turn of events. “We’re leaving.”
“What happened?” Cross questions, finding my torn thong on the ground and kicking it toward me. “You get the bastard?”
Zade shakes his head. “The sniper took off the second we clocked him, but I caught up with him trying to escape through the basement.” His eyes darken as he pulls the expensive pocket square from his suit jacket and starts cleaning off the blood staining his hands. “The fucker wouldn’t break.”
“Wouldn’t break?” Dalton questions, his brows furrowed as though the mere thought of Zade not being able to break someone is simply unheard of.
Zade shakes his head and Sawyer meets his stare. “They’re gonna keep coming.”
Cross presses his lips into a harsh line. “Where does that leave us?”
Zade lets out a heavy sigh before lifting his cold gaze back to me, that usual calculating stare somehow even more terrifying. “Bring her with us,” he states, his tone chilling and cruel. “Then we’ll figure out exactly what we’re going to do with her.”
And just like that, Sawyer’s tight grip curls around my arm, the soft touch from before now long gone. “Lucky you,” he tells me, shoving me hard toward the door. “Looks like you’re going to get some answers after all.”
