Page 62 of We Will Rise

“I know.” She smirks as she repeats the same move over and over again at a maddening pace.

Kovu climbs over my legs and hers, positioning himself behind her, but he doesn’t move to stop her from riding me. Not yet, at least. Her allure will become too much for him any second now, but for now he seems happy trailing kisses along her bare shoulder.

He sinks his teeth into the place where her neck and shoulder meet, and she lets out a sharp cry at the same time she clenches around me, causing a rough moan to escape my throat.

Kovu chuckles as his wild blue eyes meet mine over her shoulder. Staring back at me isn’t the scared teenager I found covered in his parents blood and terrified of human touch. No. The man staring back at me is someone I never thought I’d know. Not before Camilla came into our lives. She’s made him feel alive in a way no one ever has. She’s brought out the fun-loving man he never had the chance to be, and I’m proud as fuck of his progress these past few months.

“You ready for me, Little Lamb?” he rumbles against his bite mark. She’s going to be covered in bruises tomorrow, which I’m not ashamed to admit will make each of us happy as hell.

“Yes,” she breathes as she lowers herself over my chest, and I immediately wrap my arms around her. If I could spend the rest of my life buried inside her, I sure as hell would. Even when she’s not moving, her pussy is better than anything I’ve ever felt.

I give Kovu a subtle nod and tighten my hold on our girl. We’re pushing her limits here, and even though we’ll stop if it’s too much for her, I want to make sure she doesn’t hurt herself during the initial bite of pain.

Kovu presses his head against her entrance, and Camilla’s eyes widen as her breath hitches. She thought he was going to fuck her ass, but we have other plans.

I hear the cap of the lube click open, and Kovu makes quick work of slathering his cock with it before it’s thrown on the bed beside us.

Bishop and Kaos have recovered from their orgasms and are watching us with heat, their eyes locked on how Camilla trembles in my arms.

“I’ve got you, Little Menace,” I murmur against her temple.

“I know,” she whispers. “I trust you.”

My chest clenches at the words, and I thank a God I’ve never believed in for bringing us the perfect woman. The only woman on earth I’m convinced could handle the four of us the way she does.

Kovu presses forward, and Camilla buries her face into my throat, a strangled whimper tearing from her as he stretches her impossibly.

I didn’t tell her this, but this is the first time any of us have done this. It’s been something we’ve wanted to try for a long time, but the women we’ve shared have never felt right to try it with.

Until her.

“Holy shit,” she cries out.

“You can say that again,” Kovu grits out at the same time I chuckle roughly. Camilla is already tight as hell, but adding another cock to her pussy is making it almost impossible to breathe.

Bishop leans over and presses a kiss to Camilla’s swollen lips. “You’re doing so good, love,” he praises.

Kovu is slow and methodical about how he fills her, but every inch he slips deeper makes Camilla’s breath hitch and a low whine slip from her throat.

“Almost there,” Kovu rumbles roughly.

“Fuck, this is hot,” Kaos groans from our other side where he’s stroking his already hard cock in hard pumps.

Camilla whines above me, and I tighten my hold on her. This is the perfect form of torture for the both of us, but I already can’t wait to make her come so hard she won’t be able to walk afterward.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

CAMILLA

Astrangled breath saws into my lungs as I desperately try to gain control of my body, but it’s no use. I’m completely powerless to the two men filling my pussy.

Kovu fully seats himself inside me, and the stretch is so intense I can’t decide if it’s pleasure or pain rolling over me in brutal waves. Every inch of me is hot, but the way they surround me feels like I’m burning up in the most addictive way possible.

I sink my teeth into Crew’s shoulder to smother the cry that tries to escape, and he lets out a groan as his cock pulses inside me. Seems Kovu and I aren’t the only ones that get off on a little pain, and I tuck that piece of information away for future reference.

“You okay, Camilla?” Crew asks, brushing my hair from my face as he stares down at me with reverence.

I nod. “I need you to move. I need…I need…” I don’t know what I need, but I hope they do. They usually do. At every turn they seem to know how to take care of me better than I know myself, and I’m praying that’s the same situation here.

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