Page 126 of Fighting the Odds

He comes through the door, chips and drinks in hand, and stops dead in his tracks when he sees me.

“Sierra…” His voice is raspy and full of need, and by the growing bulge in his pants, he likes what he sees.

“Colton. Fuck me.”

He hesitates and I get impatient, and scoot my body up on the bed. If he doesn’t want to start it, I will.

My hand slides down my body, cupping my breast, rolling my nipple between my fingers and gently tugging on it. My other one slides to my pussy, rubbing my clit, just the way I like it.

Tingling erupts, not only from what I’m doing to myself, but because I know Colton is watching. I don’t know when it happened, but I’ve become so comfortable with my sexuality and desires that I’m no longer nervous and I take what I want.

Colton’s what I want right now.

His breathing becomes heavy, and I can hear the rustling of his clothes. I’m luring him in and I love it.

The bed dips as he climbs on it. “On your knees, ass in the air,” he orders, and shivers dance along my spine.

I roll over, doing as he commands, wiggling my ass when I get into position. My hand goes back to my mound, and my fingers swirl around my clit. It feels so good I don’t want to stop.

His hand rubs my ass as he runs his mushroom head through my folds.

“God, you’re beautiful, babe. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been hard listening to my brothers pleasure you, fucking you as you come all over their cocks. I want that.”

“Then take it,” I moan.

He places his cock at my entrance and pushes in slowly. Teasing me, he only gives me a little at a time, making me beg for more.

“That’s it, take my cock. Beg for it.” His words fill the room, causing me to rub my clit harder as an orgasm builds, before finally taking over and my pussy clamps down on his cock.

“Christ,” he groans. “You’re strangling my dick.”

Wave after wave of electricity courses through me until my body relaxes. Then Colton thrusts deeper into me as he fucks me like a madman. The sound of skin slapping fills the room, mixed with our moans.

He’s fucking amazing. Why in the hell did we wait so long?

Colton’s grip on my hip tightens as he shoots his load inside of me.

“Fuck!” he cries out, collapsing gently over my back, peppering kisses down my spine. “Thank you,” he murmurs.

We stay like that, out of breath until we calm down.

He pulls out of me, and I instantly feel empty, missing the fullness. He climbs off the bed and walks out of the room, returning with a washcloth.

The only thought on my mind at the moment is that I want this forever. These four men have truly taught me what love is and I never want to lose it or them.

“Let’s get under the blanket,” he whispers as I roll onto my back.

Lifting my hips, I wiggle it out from under me and cover up. He picks up the abandoned snacks and joins me, neither of us worrying about getting dressed.

“Comedy, horror, suspense, porn?” He thinks the last one is a joke, but I kind of like the idea.

“Porn. Cyrus still has his old laptop hooked up to the television so we can stream it.”

Colton winks before getting up and powering it on. It doesn’t take him long to find a site, and he returns to the bed, just as two college girls in nothing but their bras and panties answer the door to a pizza delivery man.

We barely make it five minutes before we’re both horny messes and going at it again.

We end up having sex three more times before we pass out. It’s not until sometime during the night that I roll over and find Cyrus sleeping beside me. Looking over to my left, I see Colton still sound asleep. The blanket, laying dangerously low on his waist, barely covers his cock.

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