Page 198 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

“You recording this?” I ask Jagger and then see the red light on the camera.

“Yup,” he confirms, his eyes focused on Eden’s hand pumping his knob.

As I said, there isn’t much to entertain ourselves with here. We make music, love, fuck, record ourselves doing it, and then sit with popcorn to watch the porn we make.

We’ve discovered that black and white is more flattering than filming in color. Sometimes our movies are fun, other times, it's cringy, and almost every time, we’ll put a pause on watching because we’ve become horny again.

We broke up once because of a video that was recorded without our permission, and then it was intentionally made public. Now, we record ourselves because we are in control of it for our own private use. The five of us discovered that when there’s consent, it can actually be a lot of fun.

I grip Eden’s hips and focus on my knob going in and out of her, and not only does it look amazing, but it feels fucking good too.

Her pretty puckered hole is right there in front of me, and I reach down and lube my finger with her juices and add my finger slowly inside her hole, watching it disappear. She jerks slightly and then hums over Asher’s dick.

Eden absolutely loves anal play, and doing this excites her more as she begins to pick up her pace on Asher. As I slowly add a second finger inside her, she stops and moans loudly.

Asher takes over, collects her long dark hair into his fist, and begins to power into her face as he grinds himself, his own face contorting with pure bliss. I probably have the same look on my face.

“Shit, I can’t,” he grunts hard. “I can’t hold back. Watching him finger fuck your arse, Eddie, it's too fucking much. I need to come, baby.”

She nods her head but refuses to let her mouth leave his knob, and I’m pretty sure she’s just dived even deeper to take him all the way.

Fuck, I’m going to come just watching her do that.

Asher’s body jerks several times, and I watch Eden lick his dick clean.

“You alright there, princess?” I ask as I continue to pump into her.

1. PE: Physical Education

2. GCSE is the British equivalent to an American GED or an International IGCSE

EPILOGUE 2

“You alright there, princess?”

Haze’s voice replays in my mind as I hesitate to reply, gathering all my thoughts. It’s a result of the trauma I suffered from getting shot and suffering a cardiac arrest. Sometimes, I know what I want to say, but I hesitate to make sure the correct words leave my mouth. Most people wouldn’t even notice it, but these four men do, and they have the patience of several saints.

It also doesn’t help that I’ve had several orgasms in the last two hours, and my mind has naturally turned to slush.

“I need someone’s dick to fuck my mouth,” I finally say after Asher climbs off the bed. I know he’s going to sit on the armchair here and watch me as he plays with his now placid cock. Sometimes he’ll even get it hard again, and I’ll suggest he fuck my pussy with it.

I love fucking these men. We don’t fuck every day. If I push my pussy to that extent, it might just get up and go on a long nomadic hike in the desert in protest. The men respect that I need a rest after a multiple group session, and I pride myself on my stamina.

Most people think you shouldn’t have sex after a cardiac arrest. That’s just bullshit, and only someone who doesn’t enjoy sex would make such a comment.

Sure, for months, I simply couldn’t. It wasn’t physically possible because I was sick, but one day, I felt better and asked my doctor. She said if I could climb two flights of stairs without pain or shortness of breath, then I should be fine. The guys made me climb five and even checked my heart rate before they were convinced I could have an orgasm without having a heart attack.

I feel completely good. Let's not forget I’m still young, relatively fit, and eat healthy. My mind sometimes does funny stuff, but it’s nothing serious.

I can still write music, belt out a pretty good tune, walk my dogs, drive my truck, and fuck my four boyfriends. What more could a girl freakin’ want?

“Siren, if you let go of Jagger or me, we can fulfill your wish, darling.”

See what I mean?

Sometimes, I want to do stuff, but not everything coordinates that well.

But fuck that. I’ve just been servicing four men at the same time.

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