Page 137 of Ten Hammers

“You’re very, very wet, Winnie.” He draws lazy circles, and I whimper. “You want something in your pussy, now, sweetheart?”

“Please.”

“Get on your hands and knees,” he commands.

I do what he says without delay, and am rewarded as two of Axel’s fingers press into me. It doesn’t take more than a moment before I’m pushing back on him, trying to fuck myself with him, wanting more more more. He gives my ass a tiny slap and drops a kiss on the skin. I wiggle my ass back at him. He grips my hips and slams his cock inside.

Once he builds up a hard, steady rhythm, he reaches around and circles my clit again, and it doesn’t take long before I’m making sexed-up squeals every time he slams to the hilt, dropping onto my elbows because I’m so full, so gloriously everything.

“I bet the others would like to watch you come,” Axel says, as I squirm against his hand, wanting even more. “Should we let someone else join in on the fun?”

It’s mostly a growl, low in my ear.

“Yes,” I pant. “Yes, please, but….”

Oh, my God, I’m coming apart. The entire world has ceased to exist and it’s just our bodies and fucking and my heart pounding with love and lust for these boys.

“But they’re not here,” I finally say with a pout.

Really, it’s not fair.

He laughs. “Shout out for someone, baby.”

I stop, surprised. “For whom?”

“Whomever you want.”

I furrow my brows. “Gunnar.”

I pick him because I have been salivating to reciprocate that delicious afternoon on the stairs, and still haven’t had a chance, with all the cameras around.

“Hey, Gun. Get your lucky ass in here,” Axel says.

I am genuinely perplexed, and my movements slow.

“You really didn’t hear any of their trucks, did you, Win?” he says with a chuckle. He tightens his grip on my hips and slams into me again. My moan is probably loud enough to resound through every inch of wide open space around our gazebo.

“Yeah,” he says with a laugh. “You were a bit loud. So were their trucks, but…”

He slams into me again and my deliriously happy moan nearly drowns out the sound of Gunnar’s voice as he says, “Holy fucking hell, yum.”

“Where do you want Gunnar?” Axel asks me, slowing his slide in and out. “Do you want him in your mouth?”

I nod and Gunnar’s big frame moves into my eye range. His hypnotic blue eyes lock on mine as Axel flicks my clit just right and it’s like I’ve been hit by a lightning bolt.

FORTUNE FAVORS THE BOLD. I lick my lips as he strips off his shirt, exposing that tattoo of his that I love so much. And then he’s unzipping his jeans, and pulling out that cock I love so much, too.

He slips it between my lips and I latch on, loving being able to suck him and make him feel as good as Axel is making me feel. For a long while, I get lost in the taste of him and the moans I pull out of him, and rhythmic sounds of Axel’s skin slapping mine as he thrusts into me.

“Does it feel good, Sweetheart?”

I moan with appreciation, swirling my tongue around the head of Gunnar’s cock. “Except for my ass… My ass feels so… empty.”

Axel laughs, low and rumbly. “I think I know a remedy for that. I hear Leo and Theo have been thinking about a Winnie sandwich–”

“A what?” I stop moving completely.

Axel gives my ass a little slap and resumes pumping his hips, but this time, he wets his finger and pokes the tip into my ass. I squirm and moan, sucking Gunnar deeper into my mouth.

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