Page 58 of Pucking the Team

I moan loudly, my nails scrabbling for purchase against the smooth countertop as Slade rails me. His thick cock drags along my inner walls with each powerful thrust, hitting that perfect spot inside me that makes stars explode behind my eyelids.

I’ve never been fucked this deep, this thoroughly before.

“Look at you take that cock,” Alex growls appreciatively. “Such a good little slut for Slade.”

I whimper and clench around Slade at the degrading praise. He curses and snaps his hips harder, fucking into me with animalistic abandon.

“You love this, don’t you, baby?” Alex narrates. “Love being bent over and used in front of everyone. Tell us how much you love this.”

“Yes!” I cry out, as Slades’ cock reaches new depths inside me. “Use me, fill me up! I’m your slut, I’m your fuck doll…”

I’m babbling incoherently now as Slade pistons into me with ruthless force. My body jolts with each powerful thrust, breasts swaying, ass jiggling as he claims me. The lewd slap of his balls against my clit echoes obscenely through the room.

“Fuck, I can’t believe how well you’re taking me,” Slade grunts. “This pussy was made for my cock.”

“She’s a keeper, alright,” Alex says huskily. “Look at our girl submit so beautifully for you, Slade.”

I moan loudly, his words winding my higher. Slade’s relentless pounding has me teetering on the edge, my inner walls starting to pulse around his pistoning cock.

Slade’s low growl sends me higher as he reaches around to grab my bouncing breasts. He squeezes and pulls at my sensitive nipples, causing a surge of pleasure that shoots straight through me.

“Do you want to come on my dick, baby?” Slade asks, his voice rough with desire. “Satisfy me like a good little slut.”

“Yes, yes, fuck!” I cry, pushing my ass back to meet his brutal thrusts. “Don’t stop, I’m gonna come!”

“That’s it, let go,” Slade commands. His fingers find my clit and rub fast circles over the sensitive nub as he continues to pound into me from behind. The added stimulation catapults me over the edge, and I shatter with a scream, my pussy clamping down on his thrusting cock like a vice.

Slade never lets up on his relentless pace as I come apart beneath him. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes through me, my inner walls spasming uncontrollably around his girth. He fucks me through my orgasm, prolonging the intense pleasure until I’m a writhing, incoherent mess.

Just when I think I can’t possibly take any more, his hips stutter, and he buries himself to the hilt with a guttural groan.

“Take my load, Emma. Fuck!” Slade roars as he starts to come deep inside me, his cock throbbing and pulsing against my fluttering walls. I feel each hot spurt of his release painting my insides, marking me as his.

I moan softly, completely exhausted, while Slade thrusts into me with force, riding out the last tremors of our pleasure. My body eagerly drinks up every drop of him, craving more.

When he’s finally spent, Slade drapes his muscular body over my back, both of us panting harshly. I can feel his heart pounding against my shoulder blade, in sync with my own racing pulse. We stay like that for a long moment, just savoring the intense connection.

“That was so fucking hot,” Lukas says, breaking the charged silence.

Slade and I laugh. He pulls out of me slowly, his softening cock slipping free. I can feel the evidence of his release trickling down my inner thighs as I lean against the counter on shaky legs, trying to catch my breath. I survey the three glorious men in front of me.

“So…” I say, clearing my throat. “We should…probably talk about this, right?”

After getting cleaned up, the guys and I settle down in their living room. I texted Selena a little while ago and told her that I was definitely out for yoga this morning—I’ve had my morning workout, after all—and after receiving about a thousand increasingly hysterical gifs from her, I promised details when I get home later.

Slade hands me another cup of coffee, and I sip it lazily while curled up in a big fluffy blanket on their almost laughably enormous couch. He sits down to my left, and Alex and Lukas are already seated at my right.

Alex leans forward. “I want to start,” he says, and that doesn’t surprise me one bit. “I’m not sure what’s going on with you and Slade, but Lukas and I have been talking, and we both have feelings for you. We were going to talk to you together anyway, and see if you would be interested in dating us, together, less casually. We want to see where this can go.”

I try to process Alex’s words. Dating Alex and Lukas together? It’s an intoxicating prospect, but also overwhelming and complicated.

“Slade and I just kind of happened this morning. This is new, we haven’t been seeing each other before now,” I tell Alex, then glance over at Slade, trying to gauge his reaction.

“I want in on this too,” Slade says firmly, his warm hand coming to rest on my thigh under the blanket. “I know we haven’t known each other long, Emma, but I feel a real connection with you. And clearly, the physical chemistry is off the charts.” He smirks.

I blush, my mind flashing back to the way he took me apart so thoroughly on the kitchen counter minutes ago. “But how would this even work?” I ask, looking between the three of them. “All of us, together?”

“We’d take things slow,” Lukas says, his green eyes earnest. “Get to know each other, go on dates, see how we all mesh together as a unit. I know it’s unconventional, but I really think this could be something special between the three…” he glances at Slade. “The four of us.”

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