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Chapter ten

All Night Long

Kylie

C hase fed his shaft inside me in a single thrust. Progressing deeper and deeper until he bottomed out and his balls pressed against my clit. My pussy fluttered and spasmed around his shaft.

I lowered my head to the mattress on a ragged groan.

From this angle, his dick felt massive. And his member stretched me toward the brink of pain. Pleasure cascaded through my being. He wasn’t as big as Axel—but then no one was—not that it mattered when my body overflowed with his cock.

“Jesus fuck! I love the way your pussy clenches around my dick. Like it can’t get enough and wants me even deeper. Makes me want to fuck this pretty pussy all night long.”

Gripping my hips tight, he moved me on his shaft. Back and forth, driving deep enough, I figured he had become part of me.

“You feel so good. More.”

“Yeah, you like my cock.” He brutally plowed inside. Hard enough, my eyes rolled back in my head. And I might have seen the face of God, but couldn’t be sure as he delivered the next rough thrust.

Smacks of flesh hitting flesh, combined with a cacophony of grunts and groans filled the space as a lusty haze descended over us.

The room, the ship, everything else but the two of us dimmed. We were oblivious to anyone or anything but us. We could be on the dark side of the moon for all we knew or cared.

The entirety of my being centered on the torrid pounding from Chase.

My body unraveled with each stroke. Pleasure coiled and built. Sweat slicked my skin. How would I ever be the same after these guys?

These four men had irrevocably changed me. They were mending all my broken pieces. They showed me what was possible. And they were loving me, pushing my boundaries, and allowing the sexual woman I had always wanted to be to emerge.

How could I ever hope to have a relationship that would compare or even come close?

Because I couldn’t. I opened Pandora’s box. And I couldn’t return to the woman I was before their advent into my life. Nor did I want to. Because the thought of not knowing them, of not being loved by them, was unfathomable.

And I wanted to keep them. I wanted to be the woman they were with for the long haul. I didn’t know how being with the four of them would translate into the real world. It was doubtful the real world would accept a poly relationship like ours.

But then, what had the real world ever done for me? Who gave a fuck what they thought? I wanted them, for as long as they would have me. I had enough money to live eccentrically if I wanted to and I did—with them.

“Chase,” I whimpered as his pace increased.

“That’s right, dirty girl, you need something from me?”

“Please make me come,” I pleaded, my body so close to tumbling over into the pleasure filled abyss that all I needed was a teensy bit more friction and my body would break apart.

“Not yet, I’m enjoying this pussy far too much. You’ll come when I’m good and ready and not a moment before.”

I groaned in protest because he slowed his strokes. There would come a point where my body would revolt and come of its own volition. But I hadn’t reached that inflection point yet.

The man must be made of iron because he slowed his strokes to a crawl. “Man, if you could see the way your pussy takes me. Makes me want to do so many bad things with you.”

And I wanted him to do them to me. I whimpered, “Tell me.”

“You want to know my dirty fantasies? Where should I begin? For starters, I want to fuck every single one of your holes. And then there’s one I’m not sure you’re ready for because I want to use you like a fuck toy. Ignoring what you want and taking my pleasure out on your body.”

“Do it,” I begged. “I want you to.” His words doused my body in molten lava.

Chase stilled inside me, making it impossible for me to do more than squirm. “Are you sure? Once I start down that path, I become a bit of an addict. And I will fuck you until you can’t walk. Do you understand? I won’t care if you’re too sore or if it hurts. I will fuck you until I sate my body. And nothing will stop me.”

I shot him a look over my shoulder. “My body is yours. Take what you need.”

His nostrils flared. His eyes turned black. He withdrew and smacked my ass. “On your back in the center of the bed with your thighs spread. Now.”

The order descended over my body, and it turned to gelatinous goo. This was really happening. He was going to use my body and fuck me to his heart’s content. My pussy fluttered and clenched as I shifted into position. I spread my thighs wide, more aroused than ever before.

Approval flared in his gaze. “Give me your safeword.”

I needed a safeword? Holy shit! Just how much was he going to fuck me? “Um, orchid.”

He arched a brow. “You sure?”

“It’s my favorite flower.”

“Good enough. If it becomes too intense, say that word and it will all stop. Understood?”

“Yes.” I agreed and licked my lips, ready and aching for what came next. My body vibrated with need even as uncertainty flashed through me. Not because I wouldn’t enjoy it. But because I didn’t want to disappoint him and have to use my safeword because the pain was too much. I didn’t want to have to tell him to stop.

I wanted to be exactly what he needed, both in and out of the bedroom.

He took a knee onto the bed and crawled toward me with a single-minded determination. Dark intentions etched themselves into his features.

Chase advanced until his large body was poised above me, and his cock was pressed against my entrance. His ravenous stare held me entranced at all the dark deeds dancing in his eyes. “Last chance.”

“My body is your fuck toy. Use me.”

He issued a groan that sounded as if it had been ripped from his soul. And without further preamble, he thrust until he hit my cervix, setting off a round of pleasurable pain that rippled through me.

Propped up on his hands, he drove into me so hard stars appeared behind my closed lids. Chase fucked me like a man on a mission, pistoning inside me with increasing speed and force. The bed creaked beneath our movements.

My body welcomed him. Moans spilled from my mouth.

He lowered his body down onto his elbows, shifting the angle of his penetration even deeper. My hands scrabbled onto his back and dug in, holding on for dear life as he did exactly as he promised.

He fucked me.

Hard.

Brutally.

With no consideration for my pleasure. I was simply a vessel for his lust. He fucked me like he hated me. He screwed me with ribald determination to leach every ounce of pleasure he could from my body.

It was all too much. Between one breath and the next, I came. The orgasm slammed into me. Undiluted ecstasy left me clinging to him, moaning his name like he was a new deity, and I was his latest acolyte.

But my climax didn’t stop him. The man didn’t slow his thrusts down, not even a hitch in his stride. Flexing his hips, he pumped inside me like my pussy was his sustenance and he needed it to live.

I clung, meeting his thrusts. My body was in tune with his as our mutual desire lifted me up and swept me out to sea. Was it possible to die from too much pleasure?

He grunted and rammed his shaft again and again. My next climax grabbed me by the throat and shredded me. My moans grew louder, echoing in the bedroom. If one of the others was in the kitchen, they’d hear us—me—because I wasn’t quiet. Because how could I be quiet when Chase was giving me the fuck of my life?

“What did you just think?” he grunted, never stopping his brutal pounding. He didn’t even slow as he questioned me. Just acted like it was no big deal that he kept impaling me on his big dick.

“That the others could hear us, and it made them hard,” I admitted, feeling the blush spread into my cheeks. It was hot as hell that they all wanted me like they did.

“Not us. You. You’re the one being loud. But I don’t mind it. In fact, I fucking love the sounds you make. Keep it up. Let them hear how much you love my cock. So, they know I’m the one making you scream with pleasure.”

“I’m not the only one who enjoys being overheard. Who wants them to know my pussy adores your cock?” I countered, even as I felt my body spiraling toward its next release.

“That’s why we’re perfect for each other.” He grunted, fucking me with a frenzy.

Could my pussy take his exacting lovemaking?

Over the next few hours, I lost count of how many times I came. Chase fucked me like he was shipping off for two years. But with every climax, he seemed more intent to continue fucking me. I had no idea how the man was still hard.

We made a mess of the bed. Every time I thought I couldn’t possibly take any more, that my pussy was too puffy and swollen from use to go another round. And yet, he would roll on top of me, thrust his hard cock in my pussy and my body simply took over.

I had never experienced a night quite like it with anyone else. And the way he fucked me, hard and brutal with a side heaping of intensity, drove me wild. I held on to him, rocking my hips, meeting him stroke for stroke.

When we finally collapsed in a sated tangle of limbs, I panted, “See. I told you.”

“You did.” He nodded and grinned.

I shifted, turning into him, and rested my head on his shoulder. It was five in the morning, and we’d been at it for hours. “Promise me we will do that again.”

“Am I turning you into an addict?”

“I think you all are. I’ve never been this way with anyone else but you guys. It’s like you guys bring it out of me.”

“I’m glad we could help.” He pressed a chaste kiss against my forehead.

My heart sighed. As much as I loved having sex with him—all of them—I enjoyed the post coital cuddling just as much. “I also don’t know a lot about you. Beyond that you’re a bit of a daredevil and served in the Marines.”

“What do you want to know?” He had this sated, heavy-lidded appearance, his body totally relaxed.

I found it sexy as hell. But I also wanted to know more about him. Hell, I wanted to know everything. But for starters, “I don’t know. You guys seem to know everything about me. Tell me something no one else knows.”

Because I realized I wanted more with these guys than just being fuck buddies. Not that there was anything wrong with that stance. I had feelings for them that were deepening and growing each day.

He stared for a moment, like he was trying to figure how much he wanted to divulge. “I grew up in foster care just like you did. But I got lucky, and the first foster family they paired me with loved me and wound up adopting me.”

Strange that we had that in common, but no one who hadn’t been in foster care truly understood the emotions that came with it. Although we had vastly different experiences. “What happened to your real parents? And how old were you when you entered foster care?”

“Never knew my real dad. He was never in the picture. My real mom died. Car accident. I was five.”

My heart broke for the little boy he’d been, to be that young and lose his mom. “There weren’t any other relatives for you to live with?”

Chase shook his head. “No. But my parents took me in. They gave me a home and family.”

“Are they still living?” I wondered, and not for the first time, had there been a foster family that had taken me in and really tried with me, tried to be my parents and cared, instead of all the ones who simply wanted the government check that I came with, would I have fallen for my husband’s lies. Because I wound up an easy target. So desperate for love that I looked the other way despite all his red flags.

“Yeah. They’re in Milwaukee, in the suburbs. And being adopted by them gave me two siblings, Josie and Marcus. I wound up having a normal childhood from that point on. Or as normal as anyone can have.”

“And what made you want to join the Marines?”

“My adoptive dad, Brian. He served in the Marines for eight years right out of high school and went to college on a GI Bill. So, I figured it would be a good fit for me. And it was. It was where I met the others.”

His wry grin melted my heart. I leaned in and kissed him. He moved me. They all did. But individually they were twisting my heart in knots.

I lifted my head, ending the kiss, and we grinned at each other. Whatever this was between us was more than two people screwing. But then, I was falling for all of them. I hadn’t realized my heart could hold this much emotion.

It overwhelmed me.

But for a woman who had spent most of her life alone, I wanted to stay with them as a member of their ragtag group. Forever, if they would let me. And even though I paid them to protect me, we had moved past a professional relationship.

The yacht violently dipped.

“Hang on.” Chase rolled me and gripped me tight, sheltering me with his bigger form.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

I screamed. I couldn’t help it. Not when the yacht bounced on waves as explosions rocked the ship.

Gideon’s voice blared over the intercom, “Chase. Get the fuck up here. And secure the Phoenix.”

Chase helped me get out of bed and dress while the world went crazy. The boat swayed. If it kept this up, I would wind up puking my guts out.

“Come with me. We need to get you into a life vest and ready to evacuate if need be.”

Taking his hand, I followed him, understanding he was my best bet for survival. What new hellscape had descended upon us? Had Santos found us?