Page 140 of Ten Hammers

I don’t know how long Diesel can keep fucking my ass or how he has such incredible staying power, but odds are I will not be sitting down tomorrow without a donut pillow.

I don’t care. I don’t ever want him to stop.

But even as I think that, he comes hard, with a wild and sexy shout. I think he says my name, but it’s mostly an incoherent babble.

After Diesel withdraws, I’m ready to give sucking Mason off my full attention. Then I hear Max say, “Can I give that pussy the fucking it deserves, now, princess?”

I am the textbook definition – if there is one – of sex-drunk. Fuck, I want Big Max inside me.

“Ye-ee-eess.” I moan around Mason’s cock.

Max settles into the space Diesel stood, and takes me quickly from behind. My pussy clenches from the tightness as he pushes in. We both make similar sounds of satisfaction deep in our throat. It makes us laugh, and as we do, he pushes deep inside me. And as I gasp with pleasure, I pull Mason deeper into my mouth, the head of his cock pushing into my throat.

His groan sounds tortured.

“Fuck, Win,” he hisses, carressing the top of my head. “Deep throat me once more like that and I’ll be filling your throat with my cum, like, now.”

So I do, and as he comes, he shouts, a sound like pure joy, as he pours himself into my throat.

Max bounces me on his cock harder once my mouth is free.

“Winnie.” He gathers me against his chest and buries his nose into my neck. He kisses my shoulder, and lets me fuck him like that, at my own pace, for what feels like hours.

This time when the orgasm hits me, it destroys me. I might have blacked out. I’m not sure. When I come to, I find myself out of the bungee contraption and nestled in Jack’s strong arms as he carries me back to the bed.

“Hi, Jackhammer.”

“Hi, Winifred.”

He gives me one of his famous smiles, the kind of smile I can feel. Swoooon.

“Your turn,” I whisper excitedly.

His reaction is all wrong. He barks out a laugh. “Absolutely not. Are you crazy? Your body needs to rest–”

“My body needs you, Jack.”

He shakes his impossibly stubborn head as he climbs into bed beside me. “You need–”

I push him down onto his back and climb on top of him.

“Win,” he protests.

But he doesn’t protest too hard. He’s a zillion times stronger and could stop me from undressing him. Because he’s fully dressed, unfortunately, but I undo the button of his jeans and tug them down enough to spring his cock free.

“Win,” he protests again, even weaker than before.

But then he’s rolling out of bed and scooping me up. He tosses me over his shoulder and stalks off toward the entrance of the gazebo.

“Jack, put me down, right now!”

He listens, slowly lowering me down the front of him. But as I meet him face to face, I hook my arms around his neck and wrap my legs around him.

He’s hard. I squirm against him.

“You want me,” I point out to him, proudly. “You’re hard.”

“Of course I fucking want you,” he growls, shaking his head at me. “I always want you, you know that.”

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