Page 4 of Fallen Princess: Shadow Stalker

I watch both men rip the silver foil off, remove the contents and get it ready to roll it over their solid dicks, their muscled torsos flexing, and I draw in a breath watching how hot they look.

“Under her,” Asher replies, and a pair of hands lift me off the bed, but Callum won’t let my feet hit the floor.

When Asher’s positioned, Callum lets me back down on the bed, and I slink over and straddle him.

I lean down to kiss Ash as I take what’s mine. Releasing my lips from him, I lift my hips and slide my pussy down his fully erect cock.

“You look so beautiful like that,” he says softly as I gently grind my body over him. My fingers dig into his solid pecs. He has a gorgeous ink design that wraps around his shoulder and crawls down his dark-skinned, chiseled chest. My hands selfishly move to grip his strong shoulders and powerful upper arms. Drumming for hours a day certainly does wonders for his upper body, and it shows.

His dark amber eyes watch me possessively as I explore his body.

A body I know so well already.

I feel a warm hand on my back, instructing me to lean forward.

“You good, Eden?” Jagger double-checks behind me, and I feel his stiff length tease my crack.

He leans forward, his warm body cocooning me, and he plants short kisses from the top of my spine, down to the end.

Asher slips his hands between us, his fingers find my throbbing clit.

“Haze, get your dick to fuck my mouth,” I say as a groan leaves my throat.

There’s a dip in the mattress, and I’m not sure this pullout couch will hold us, but who the fuck cares right now. Haze has already removed his last item of clothing; my eyes dart up his sculpted torso to the side of his upper ribs, where he’s recently finished his latest tattoo. A black snake artfully entwines around a ripe red apple. The chiseled contours of his muscles enhance the design, casting shadows that play upon the detailed scales of the serpent. The apple, vibrant in red and green hues, symbolizes forbidden allure and the unknown, signifying his deep connection to me and the emotional depth of commitment he wants to have with me. Maybe because I’m aware ofits link to me, but it’s one of the most beautiful pieces of ink I’ve ever seen.

I reach out, wrapping my hand around his firm ass, encouraging him to move closer.

My hand wraps around his solid length, and I lean towards him to take him in my mouth and swirl my tongue around his shaft.

“Christ’s sake, princess,” Haze groans. “That feels fantastic.”

I hum my reply, which only excites him more, and his dick twitches in my mouth, confirming his pleasure.

Behind me, I feel a sudden, cold liquid fall between my butt cheeks as Jagger spreads them and slowly begins to insert himself little by little. The tip of his dick continues to move inside me as I feel my muscles stretch. He isn’t small by any means, but I’ve had all four men, so I know what to expect. The deeper he goes, the stronger the stretch, but he’s taking his time, and Asher below me is encouraging my clit to relax my muscles.

My eyes travel down to find Asher’s own eyes rolling back slightly as he moves his hips in tandem with Jagger’s thrusts.

He’s feeling the dick in my hole. And when Jagger pulls out of my ass almost entirely, then slams back in quickly, Asher looks as if his brain is about to short-circuit.

Don’t I know that feeling!

I look up at Haze, encouraging him to keep thrusting into my mouth. I want them all so badly. I want to feel them fuck me every damn way imaginable, and I want them to come inside me.

Haze’s blue eyes darken, flashing with heat, and he reaches out and gathers my hair together in one tight grip.

Asher and Jagger alternate thrusts. They continue doing this again and again until I’m ready to self-combust.

Jagger’s the first to lose it. His fingers grip my hips harder, then grunts hard as he comes.

A deep, chesty groan escapes Haze as he shoots down my throat. When he removes himself, there’s a trickle of cum at the corner of my mouth. He catches it with his thumb before it rolls off my chin.

“Fuck. That was fucking sexy, watching my spaff trickle down your face like that,” he breathes out a heavy sigh and pushes his thumb inside my mouth.

I suck on it, swirl my tongue, making sure I leave it clean.

“You are one truly amazing creature,” he says, and I let him have his finger back as I turn my attention to the drummer of my bandbelow me, who always makes sure to keep me in tempo, maintaining a steady beat every time I start a new song when performing.

Right now, he’s thrusting himself against my pelvis as I ride him as if I’m on a mechanical bull. The soft slapping of our skin against each other and our deep groans almost remind me of his drums at low volume.

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