Page 121 of Pucking the Enemy

“Your turn,” I declared once I felt Roman’s cock softening.

“Are you sure? You can take all the time you need. I can wait.”

I shook my head. “I don’t want to wait; I want you now.” Wiggling my hips, I slowly pulled myself off Roman’s deflating knot, both of us moaning.

Seb searched my face, ensuring I was being sincere. When he saw no sign of hesitation, he grinned. “Where do you want me?”

That was a loaded question, but one I was happy to answer.

“Get on your back,” I instructed.

“Yes, ma’am.” He nodded, rolling onto his back, his cock standing proudly to attention.

Unable to resist, I leaned over and took his length in my mouth, humming around him.

“Fuck!” Seb hissed, his body bowing off the bed. “I wasn’t expecting that, Hazelnut.”

With an obscene popping sound, I sat up. “Sorry, I just needed a quick taste.” I shrugged.

Seb laughed ruefully. “I fucking love you.”

“I love you, too,” I hummed, swinging my leg over him and lining up my pussy, slowly sinking down onto his length.

As my ass made contact with his legs and his cock filled me perfectly, the door to my nest opened. Turning, I could see Cormac and Phillip entering.

“Looks like someone is having fun.” Cormac smirked.

“In my defense, she was dripping wet and begging. I’m only so strong,” Roman said with a laugh. “She’s fucking drained me dry. It was fucking amazing.” He lifted his hand, showing off his new bite mark.

“Come here,” I instructed, my hips gyrating against Seb. “I want all of you.”

Phillip’s eyebrows rose. “Are you sure, darling?”

“I want more!” I declared, happily bouncing on Seb’s cock. “Cormac, are you going to fuck my ass?” I asked, turning back to give him an innocent look.

His eyes widened, and he stumbled over his words “Wait, you—we?”

I shrugged. “It’s up to you, but I quite like the idea of you biting me while your cock is buried in my ass.”

Seb groaned. “She’s not lying, her pussy tightened up the moment she thought about it.”

Without a word, Cormac scrambled toward the bed. Phillip sat in one of the armchairs, watching with hungry eyes.

“You’re not joining?” I asked with a pout.

“I’m settling in to enjoy the show,” he said. “But if you still want me after, I’ll happily oblige you.”

That was enough for me. Turning back to Seb, I started focusing on him, leaning forward and kissing him. “Mine,” I growled, biting his bottom lip.

“Yours,” he agreed, resting his hands behind his head, looking thoroughly pleased with himself.

Hands gripped my waist, Cormac’s root beer scent giving away his identity as his lips found my shoulder. Gently prying my ass cheeks apart, his cold, slick fingers found my back entrance, probing.

“I’ve been wanting to play with this ass for so long, sweetness. Fuck me, it’s perfect.”

As he spoke, he slowly worked his fingers in, the intrusion stretching me more than I’d imagined.

How was I going to fit his pierced cock inside me?

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