Reign of Wrath (Dirty Broken Savages #3)(44)

Heat burns in his eyes, and he strokes himself hard for a bit and then squeezes his cock, like he can barely hold back.

I want to watch him, but there’s so much going on that wants to steal my attention. Ash in my ass, Knox fucking up into my pussy with that rough abandon he always has when we’re together.

Priest’s cock is thick and hard in my mouth, and I bob my head, sucking him down even more. I love how hard he is for me, the way he grunts harshly and works his hips so he can thrust deeper into my mouth.

He tastes clean and warm, and there’s a near steady drip of his precum on my tongue, flooding my senses with the taste of him.

We still haven’t actually fucked, but I love it every time he lets go with me. Every time he lets himself take what he wants.

The four of us fuck like that, while Gage watches, and the living room is thick with the scent of sex and the sound of them thrusting into me and our moans and grunts of pleasure.

I feel like I’m about to lose my mind with how good it feels. How much it is. They all keep moving, working me in tandem, never stepping on each other’s toes. It’s a well-oiled machine with me in the center, half drunk on their cocks and the buzz of arousal and pleasure that feels like it’s never going to end.

“Goddamn,” Ash pants from behind me, and I half wish I could turn my head to see him. To watch him as he fucks into my ass over and over again. “I’m close.”

“Already?” Knox asks, but he’s just as breathless and his voice is just as strained. “I know her ass is tight, but damn.”

“Fuck off,” Ash snaps back, but there’s no heat in it.

They’re both close, and I’m not far behind them. All of the heat and the pleasure and the sensation keep building. Building higher and higher until it’s the only thing I can feel. My body is buzzing, humming with it, and I know it won’t take too much more to push me over the edge.

Ash reaches around and finds my clit, running his fingers through the sticky mess of my pussy and teasing that bundle of nerves with his clever hand.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” he asks me, and I make a muffled sound around Priest’s cock, choking down more of it and grinding back against him.

“Come on,” Ash urges. “Come for us. One more time, pretty girl.”

I whine loudly, and his fingers press down against my clit, sparking that inferno that’s been threatening to spill over. It hits me hard, and I can’t do anything but obey what he said, crying out around my mouthful of dick, and shaking hard as I fall apart.

It feels like it’s never going to stop, wave after wave of intense pleasure hitting me, dragging me under and forcing me to feel it.

My orgasm sets off Ash and Knox, and I can feel them when they come, thrusting into me erratically, filling me up.

Their thrusts start to slow, and I redouble my efforts on Priest’s cock, sucking him down, bobbing my head and taking him as deep into my throat as I can.

“Fuck, River,” he gasps out, tangling his fingers in my hair. I can feel the tension in his body, how desperate he is to come and how close he is to the edge.

He uses that grip on my hair to start fucking my face, holding me in place and thrusting his hips hard and fast. He’s chasing his pleasure, and I give myself over to him entirely, letting him take what he needs.

With a roar of pleasure, he comes down my throat, and I swallow it all, tasting in it how good he feels.

I lick his cock as I pull off him, and then lick my lips, chasing every last drop of cum that he spilled into me. My chest heaves as I pant for breath, and Priest and the others start to move away, leaving me alone on the couch.

When I look over, Gage is still seated, his jaw clenched, working his cock with one hand.

“Gage,” I pant out, and my voice is raspy from having Priest’s cock halfway down my throat. “Please.”

“Please what?” he growls, staring right at me. It’s like he can see everything. Everything I want, everything I need from him.

“Come here. Come closer,” I tell him. “I need to feel you too.”

I watch as he swallows hard and comes toward me, still working his cock with one hand. There’s a steady drip of precum, and his eyes are glazed over with the desire he clearly feels.

“Is this what you want?” he asks me in that rough voice. “You want me to mark what’s ours? So you can’t forget who you belong to?”

I nod eagerly, still so fucking turned on even though I just came hard twice.

“Give me your tits,” Gage growls, and I arch my back for him, my chest rising and falling fast as my nipples harden even more.

He stands over me, working his cock faster and faster. He closes his eyes in pleasure and then jerks them back open, like he doesn’t want to look away for a second. Like he doesn’t want to miss any of this.

“Fuck,” he hisses, and I moan in response, wanting him to come. Wanting to feel it when he does.

Finally, he gives in, splattering me with his cum. It hits my tits and my neck, painting me with the hot spurts of his release. I shiver as I’m covered in it, sparks dancing through me.

Gage stands there, breathing hard. He looks at me like I’m the hottest thing he’s ever seen, and that just makes it even better.

He leans down and drags a finger through the mess on my tits and then holds the finger to my mouth.