Page 52 of King of Liars

He swung gently, the sling squeaking. I checked the other guys’ cocks to see if they were already getting as hard as I was.

My gaze shifted to Ryan’s face. He couldn’t fight back his smile.

“I guess Boss is winning in terms of showing me how turned on he is by it,” King said. Although, I had to admit, my erection had more to do with Ryan’s excitement about the sling than the idea of fucking King in his new toy.

Not that I’d have any issue fucking him in it.

“Come on, then, Boss.” King reached behind him, retrieving a condom and lube from what must have been some kind of pouch attached to the back of his seat.

I started to glance over my shoulder to make sure Ryan was okay with me going first when I felt a familiar, warm hand against my back and heard Ryan say, “Give it to him good.”

King snickered. “I’ll be disappointed if you don’t, Boss. Then it will go Hole and One…then Two.”

Ryan growled.

“Be patient, Two. You know I’ll make it worth it.”

I kissed Ryan to cheer him up. He took the condom from my hand and rolled it on for me, taking his time, making sure to get a good feel of my cock in the process. He pulled close to my body, slipping his girth vertically against my ass crack.

“King, can I slip inside Boss while he fucks you?” he asked.

“No, you may not. Hole will fuck him.”

God, King could be so fucking cruel sometimes, but I bit my tongue and kissed Ryan again.

I collected some lube in my palm and rubbed it over the condom before turning back to King, who spread his legs even wider as I neared. King handed off another condom to Ryan, who opened it and put it on Hole while I hooked my arms under King’s thighs and worked his hole with my tongue. I glanced up at him as he clung to the chains holding up the back of his seat.

I enjoyed watching the way he writhed, his muscles shifting and twisting as I did my best to impress him with the way I’d learned to read his body. Adding some more lubrication to my middle and fore fingers, I used them in conjunction with my tongue.

Ryan took the lube bottle from me. “At least I can make it easier for Hole to get in there,” he whispered against my ear, granting me a massage like the one I was giving King. I could already feel my precum dripping into the condom.

I rose over King and pressed the head of my cock between his ass cheeks, pushing forward, watching him smile as I opened him up, steadily working my way inside.

“Fuck…like that, Boss. Just like that.”

As I pushed into King, Ryan did the same with two fingers inside me, kissing and nibbling against my neck.

“You gonna be ready to take Hole’s fat cock?” Ryan asked me.

“Yes.” But mainly because I knew it would open me up for Ryan’s dick.

I thrust within King, with each push working a little farther inside.

Ryan finally pulled his fingers out of me, rubbing my ass gently as Hole moved behind me and slid his cock inside me.

I glanced over my shoulder, noticing Ryan glaring at Hole as though still angry about Hole’s first misstep when he’d topped me—far less forgiving about it than I had been. Hole had shown me over time that I could trust him, though. And he was good this time, just as he had been other times. He let me adjust to his size as I buried my shaft in King, allowing him to fill me up until we could both work in sync.

It was nice to have a reminder that while King needed his violent tussles, there were fun times like these where everything was okay. It allowed me to let my guard down and go with it. Yes, I had to figure out if the worst part of being with this crew was something I could manage, but for now, I could cherish the fantasy. Let it be just that.

While we worked together, King ordered Ryan to fuck One, so One positioned himself against one of the vertical rods beside me, gripping it as Ryan readied him and worked his way inside him while Hole did the same with me.

One and Hole leaned into each other, kissing, acting as an obstacle between Ryan and me. Probably for the best, since King needed my attention.

By that time, Hole was in me good, and we were able to work in unison. I leaned down and kissed King, who bit and nipped at my lips.

“Harder!” he demanded, his hot breath rushing against my cheeks.

To fuck him harder meant I had to take more of Hole, but I sucked it up and did what I had to do, enduring a bit of a sting as I plowed into King’s hole, working to satisfy our needy royal hole’s desires.

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