Page 105 of Honey Bee Hearts

He forces my head down, and I open my throat, trying my best not to gag while Trent licks up my juices. My thighs start to shake just as Colt pulls my head back. Spit dribbles from the corner of my lips and I reach up to wipe it away, but Colt stops my hand.

“Leave it,” he commands. And then he jerks me to his cock and roughly presses inside, hitting the back of my throat. I gag and he groans at the feeling of it, his head falling back as he starts to fuck my face.

I shatter when Trent presses against my clit and cry out, shaking violently as Colt fucks my throat, forcing the sounds down.

“You take him so well as you come apart,” Rhett moans. “Fuck. I need inside you.”

“Then take her,” Colt groans, pressing inside and holding.

I feel Trent move and then someone is tugging my hips back across the bed, forcing me to my hands and knees. Colt follows, keeping my throat full even as someone starts to stretchmy pussy, pressing inside. I moan even as Colt pulls out and pushes Gunnar over to take his place. Trent appears as he slowly removes his clothing, revealing all his tattoos to my eyes again. His face is still wet where he ate me. He doesn’t bother wiping it away as he watches me take Rhett’s cock and suck Gunnar’s.

“Perfect, isn’t she?” Colt asks him as he watches, his hand wrapped around his cock. “Such a dirty, little slut for us.”

Trent strokes his straining cock, watching, his eyes hooded as he watches me take on the men. Every part of me is a livewire as Rhett starts to fuck me hard, brutal, desperate. He jerks against me as I explode, screaming around Gunnar’s cock, my fingers digging into the bed. He jerks against me and buries himself deep, his cock jumping as he follows me over.

Colt laughs. “That was fast, Beekeeper.”

“Shut up,” Rhett groans. “You fuck her perfect pussy and see how long you last.”

“Oh, I plan to,” Colt murmurs.

Gunnar moves over to the bed and lays down before grabbing me and helping me straddle his waist. He eases inside before forcing me to ride him, grinding up against me as he jerks me down for a kiss. Someone steps in between his legs where they hang off the bed and I feel fingers prob at where Gunnar disappears inside me. I gasp against his lips, but he holds me down.

“Relax, Annie Oakley,” Colt instructs. “We’re just going to fill you as full as possible.”

He probes against my entrance and Gunnar holds us still before Colt presses inside, stretching me so much it’s almost painful. They move slowly, until they’re both stretching my pussy so much, I can barely breathe. They start moving together after giving me a second to gather myself, their cocks rubbing together as they pump inside me.

“Which one of us do you want to take this sweet ass?” Colt groans as he slowly pumps inside. “Trent’s big cock? Or mine?”

“Trent,” I gasp out, my nails digging into Gunnar’s chest as they fuck me. Rhett stands in the corner, watching, his hand rubbing his already hardening again cock.

“You don’t get it yet,” Colt groans. “Not without coming at least two more times.” He slams inside me and holds tight. “Come right now, or else you don’t get his cock.”

I shatter, as if he controls my body, as I’m just another part of his orchestra. I cry out, only for Rhett to press past my lips, cutting off the sound. His cock is hard, ready to go again despite finishing.

“You want me to finish against your ass?” Colt grunts. “Trent can use my cum as lube as he fucks your sweet ass.”

I can’t answer, not as Rhett takes his pleasure with my mouth.

“We’ll all do it,” Colt moans. He jerks out of me and presses his tip against my ass, pressing just enough to the point of pain as he paints me with his seed. It starts to drip, but he swipes his hand down and scoops it up with his finger before easing it inside me, making me spasm around Gunnar.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans. “I’m coming.”

Colt lifts me up just barely. It’s him who grabs Gunnar’s cock and directs it to my ass, painting it with him now. That alone makes me shatter, the thought of him directing so thoroughly he doesn’t even think about. Gunnar moans and lets him, his hands clutching tight to my thighs as he adds to Colt’s cum.

“Rhett,” Colt growls, and he pops free from my mouth to line up behind me even as Gunnar pulls out and leaves me on my hands and knees.

Rhett presses inside my pussy, pounding into me. I’m so wet, there’s nothing holding him back as he fucks the shit out of me, his hand on my lower back to force me to arch as he slams meinto the mattress. I come apart, shaking, screaming as he fucks me hard and fast. He jerks out just as I start to shake and finishes across my ass, running his hand through the mess there and doing just as Colt did, pressing a finger inside and readying me for Trent. Then they leave me there, kneeling on the bed, all four of them watching me as I pant against the sheets.

“Your pussy throbs so good for us,” Colt purrs. “I love the sight of you dripping with our cum.” He comes forward and grabs my chin hard, a little too roughly. “Even if you leave here, Annie Oakley, you belong to us. You understand that?” I nod my head. “Good girl,” he purrs. “Now beg Trent to fuck your asshole.”

“Please,” I gasp, my fingers digging into the comforter. “Please Trent. Please fuck my ass.”

He groans and steps forward. Colt steps back to give him room and Trent stops to plant a sweet kiss against my lips.

“Remember to breathe, honeybee,” Rhett encourages, coming over to sit on the bed beside me. He reaches down and caresses my chest as Trent’s large hand strokes along my ass, spreading around their releases. He presses his tip against my ass but doesn’t push inside, not yet.

“Who do you belong to?” Colt asks me as he comes to sit on the other side.

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