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“Fuck you, Drego,” Magnum groans. The way he works his cock is intense. I’m stuck staring, lost in his swift, quick motions. Brawler matches his speed until I’m tensing against Oscar. “You like his tongue, Princess?”
“Mmm,” I moan. Everywhere I look, there’s a hot guy jerking off or the sensual picture of Brawler’s lips on my pussy. A quick look at Johnny tells me he’s enjoying this as much as me. Cum beads at the tip of his dick. The fierce look of concentration darkening his features spreads to his jerky movements.
“How does she taste, Big Man?”
“Like I could eat it all fucking day.” Brawler cups my ass and pulls me close, feasting off me with moans that vibrate straight through my core. Oscar squeezes my nipples, and I buck into Brawler’s mouth.
“Fuck yes. Ride his face,” Johnny groans.
My toes curl. I watch Brawler devour me until I’m shaking, then I scream out my climax. I’m not even done coming down when Magnum gets to his feet. “Thank fuck.” Brawler moves out of the way. The charged stare between us is replaced with Magnum’s cock. Oscar scoots us back until Magnum leans between my legs on the bed. He doesn’t come to me though. He shifts back, sitting with his legs bent under him. He reaches for my arms and pulls me up, wrapping my own limbs around him before spearing me with his huge dick.
This angle is everything. “Fuuuuck,” I breathe, still getting used to him inside me.
“Fuck him, Princess,” Oscar encourages. I gaze to my right to find his hand wrapped firmly over his erection now, too. Brawler is on the opposite bed, fisting his cock while Johnny’s still pumping his, too.
They were right. I really do like dick. Lots of dick.
Mag grips my ass, moving me up and then back down over his cock. I let out a breathy sigh before grinding over him. Just over his shoulder, Brawler’s thick, corded thighs tense.
“Give it to him, babe,” Johnny orders. “I want to see that ass moving up and down.”
I do as he demands, riding Magnum’s cock. My sighs turn to pants. Behind Mag, Brawler comes. He cups his hand around his cock as it jerks and jerks. He strangles out a cry, and the rest of them speed up their actions.
“So fucking tight,” Mag says, accentuating his words on each stroke inside me.
“Make him come inside you, Princess. Make him lose it.”
I work him over harder at their request. “Fuck, Jacob,” I say. “You feel so good.”
Mag stutters. He loves it when I call him by his real name.
“Jacob, oh fuck.” The relentless deluge of cock chases away any hesitation on my part. I grip Magnum’s shoulders until we’re meeting each other stroke for blissful stroke.
Magnum grips my ass, holding me to him. Out of nowhere, he slams into me so hard the second before his cock jerks inside me. He rides out his orgasm with an animalistic growl until he cups my face. I palm his bearded cheek, staring intently into his hazel green hues.
“Fuck, Princess, I need some of that,” Oscar pleads. He lifts up onto the bed.
I move away from Magnum and back toward Oscar, waving my ass into the air for him, letting him know exactly what I want. He grips my hips, spreads my legs, and lines us up. He pushes just the head of his dick inside. “Fuck me,” he groans. “Goddamn, I’m going to explode.” I push back against him, making him slide deep with one swift motion.
He doesn’t waste any time. He moves his hips against me, pounding me over and over, so I have to sink my fingers into the sheets for balance. Magnum and Brawler still watch the show with their underwear on, chests heaving like they’re still coming down from their own climaxes. A quick check at Johnny shows he’s shaking. He’s trying to hold off. He wants me.
I lift a beckoning finger until he scoots down the bed. His wound is still raw with a new bandage. I touch it as carefully as I can while still taking Oscar’s cock before bending over him. I move his cock into my mouth while he strokes it inside.
Oscar shifts to accommodate the new position, but it’s too much for him. Soon, he spills inside me, letting everyone else in the room know in typical Oscar fashion. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He grips my hips, grinding against me. His excitement ignites my orgasm, making me cry out. Oscar holds me to him, making sure to finish me off. Just as I lower my lips back to Johnny’s waiting cock, he jerks. For the second time today, I swallow his cum while he watches in pure satisfaction.
My body practically dissolves afterward. I lie on the bed, breathing in and out, trying to get my heart to stop jumping out of my chest. Brawler slips off the opposite bed to his knees again. He reaches out and holds my hand. Magnum comes over to run his hands through my hair, and I’m not sure I’ve ever felt so loved.
“Well, fuck,” Johnny says. “That was even better than I imagined.”
He’s not wrong. He’s so not fucking wrong.
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Iwake in the morning with bone-deep satisfaction. Not from the orgasms, but the fact that my entire life is spread out over the two beds in this small hotel room. The fact that Johnny entered our world yesterday in a way that I don’t think he’s ever going to come back from. I mean, you don’t have group sex with people and then bounce, right? His participation was the ultimate form of acceptance. I know it more than anything now. Johnny Rocket Marx is all in with us. He showed each and every one of us yesterday that he’s not leaving. That he’s staying right here. And more than that, he showed that admitting my plan isn’t going to break us. And if that can’t, I’m not sure anything can.
We’re all in this together.
I shift, feeling Mag’s strong arms tighten around me. They were right last night. We all needed what happened between us to happen, but that didn’t mean we didn’t interrupt a very important conversation about how we were going to deal with Johnny’s dad…together. “Stop thinking so much,” Mag says, his hot breath warms my neck.