Page 63 of Blue Moon Mistress

My body hasn’t warmed the wood enough and when my breasts touch the surface, they tighten against the cold. The jolt brings me back to myself, just enough that I register Johnny on his knees in front of the table. His cock perfectly placed for my lips.

I take it greedily.

As soon as I have him in my mouth, though, Thomas takes hold of my hips and drives into me with a single, brutal stroke and I moan around Johnny.

“God damn,” Thomas says behind me. I don’t have to look back to know he’s grit his teeth. “You could become an addiction.”

Someone else murmurs an agreement, but I’m too focused on taking what these two are giving me.

Maybe I’m a glutton for punishment, because I don’t want this to stop.

Johnny’s hand wraps around my throat, guiding me over him but the tone of his next groan doesn’t sound like it’s because of my attentions.

Thomas presses his thumb against my ass and every part of me tenses.

I freeze, and Thomas squeezes my hip with his other hand.

“Relax, beautiful. You took our cock when we were beasts… you can take this.”

Looking up at Johnny, mouth still full, I watch his smile as he nods. “Do you want it, wicked girl?”

I pull back on him, letting go of his cock with a sharp pop. And I keep my eyes on him when I say “Do it.”

More wetness, makes me shiver, and when he presses in, that finger passing through the tightest entrance to my body, I let out a long, slow breath. I want more than this. I want all four of them at once. A repeat of what I did with Joshua and Chase, Johnny exactly where he is now, and Thomas pressing something else inside of me.

The idea of it alone makes me relax into Thomas’ hand and when he starts to work on me again, I reach for Johnny. He lets me take him. Lets me take what I need from his cock as Thomas’s slow strokes turn hard. As his hips crash against my ass with his every thrust, and his thumb works in and out of me in a discordant rhythm.

But Thomas’s thumb is gone in an instant, and he yanks me up, off of Johnny’s cock, holding me up as he drives into me with three final, hard strokes.

The harsh sounds that leave his throat as his teeth find my shoulder make me come all over again.

Thomas’ grip is rough on my arm when we both finally still.

I might have some well earned bruises from this night’s activities.

“Who knew I had a primal kink.” I laugh as he lets me go, and I sink to the floor, a little dizzy, exhausted from bliss.

Filled up by all four of them with more than just come.

But Johnny’s still hard.

“Come here,” I scoot toward him on my knees.

There’s going to be come on their carpet.

Johnny does as I ask and I look up, hands on his hips.

He’s delicious, but it doesn’t take long before he’s filling my mouth with hot, jerking spurts.

I drink every little bit of him down, licking my lips and smiling up at him, though I can barely keep my eyes open.

“You really are our wicked girl, aren’t you?”

Nodding, I let him pick me up and carry me to the others on the couch. He lays me across them. And sits too.

“I just need a few minutes to find my soul again. Pretty sure it left my body the first time I came.”

The others laugh and I snuggle my face against Joshua’s stomach.

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