Page 50 of Pack to the Wall

Yeah, dreams were like that.

My arms were forced up as the shirt came off, Tyson grabbed my small wrists in one hand, capturing them above me while Bronn tenderly kissed my breasts, savoring them as Tyson… removed my bra?

No… wait. Where had the bra come from?

It didn’t matter.

I moaned as somehow Bronn had his lips and hands on my breasts at the same time and I nearly came at the intense sensation.

Then hands were pulling down my jeans and panties. That definitely didn’t work if two men were already inside me.

The dream faltered and my eyes snapped open.

The fantasy of my dream remained dancing before my eyes, but I could also see the hazy vision of Tyson over me, shifting my pants off.

God, I wanted him. No, Ineededhim!

I rose up and threw my arms around his neck and raked my teeth over his jaw in a savage bite.

I heard the deep, rumbling growl of contentment from him as he paused, my jeans and panties at my calves.

I licked his ear and released him with one hand, so I could grab his arm and force it between my legs.

“Claim me, you savage beast,” I grunted into his ear.

“Fuck,” he hissed as his fingers shifted over my aching, soaked pussy. “She’s so wet!”

His thumb circled my clit as two fingers drove inside me, curling up and…

I came with a growling roar of pleasure. My mouth shifted down and I bit into his neck. I tasted blood, hot and sweet.

“Now your cock, I need your cock!” I screamed.

“No,” he growled and his hand left my folds, leaving me cold and bereft.

I let out a long keening whine and began to thrash. I succeeded in kicking off my jeans and I quickly swiveled around to wrap my legs around Tyson. The hot throbbing bulge in his jeans pressed against my clit, and I rocked my hips over it, needing to feel him inside me.

He gave a grunting-roar. “Gods! I can’t do this! Help me Bronn or I’ll do it, I’ll take her and it won’t be soft and gentle. I don’t… She doesn’t know what she’s doing. Please!”

“Please,” I echoed. I was so close to another orgasm just from rubbing my clit on the rough fabric over his rock-hard cock. “Yes! I need you! Need your cock in my pussy!”

Tyson grunted a feral, “Yes!”

His cock swelled. His hands slid up to squeeze my soft breasts and there was nothing gentle about it. He’d probably leave bruises, but I didn’t care. It was exactly what I’d wanted. I screamed through another release, spreading all my hot wetness over Tyson’s jeans.

Hands moved over me, pulling me, shifting me.

“Just relax, sweetness,” Bronn whispered. “You’ll get enough of that later.”

Yeah… I would. I was the alpha and I’d demand orgasm after orgasm from my betas until we were all limp and exhausted.

“Fucking hell! Fucking hell! Fucking hell!” Tyson breathed the words over and over. He sounded farther away now.

Dreams fully consumed me again. This time it was Bronn and Colt who were sandwiching me between them, all exploring hands and hard bodies. I snuggled down and sighed as they worked me over until I was a contented puddle of goo. Then they fed me meat, raw and bleeding, while still caressing me. What could be better?

“I think she’s settled again,” Bronn said.

“Thank the gods!” Tyson sighed. “I… fuck. I’m gonna need a new pair of pants.”

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