Page 73 of Property of the Hellfire Riders

I’m trembling. Electric nerves shoot through me, and my wetness only grows.

All of them, sharing me. Hearing those words said out loud is enough to push me straight to the edge. I think I might cum in a matter of seconds.

Tank grins. “That’s more like it, baby. Ready to beg for it?”

I whimper, and Vance chuckles, leaning in to suck along my neck. “You like being owned, don’t you?”

I’ve never felt more owned in my life than this very moment, pinned down on the bed, legs spread for everyone to see, but it was a high I never knew I craved so much.

“Say it,” Tank murmurs.

“I like it.” My voice is hardly a whisper.

“She can barely speak,” Vance laughs, running a thumb over my lips. “Poor things, so worked up. We can take care of that.”

I can’t speak. Tank pushes his cock inside of me, and I gasp, unprepared for the best kind of stretch and burn.

“That’s it, baby,” Tank growls, his breath hot on my neck. Vance pulls my shirt down exposing my breasts for his mouth.

Vance's lips are full and parted, his breath puffing against my skin. His eyes are dark with desire as he sucks and nips at my nipple, causing it to harden even more. I arch my back, the curve of my exposed breasts pressing against his lips.

Tank, on the other hand, has a look of pure primal intensity as he thrusts with powerful movements. His muscles flex and strain as he takes me completely, his face contorted with pleasure. The sight of their satisfied and possessive faces only adds to the searing sensation between my legs.

It’s too much, and I’m cumming on his cock. My body trembles and spasms.

“I love when she cums,” Vance almost chuckles.

“God, she’s so fucking tight,” Tank grunts. My fingers dig into Vance’s forearm as moans fall from my lips and my chest rises and falls.

Vance releases my wrists and fumbles with his belt buckle, then I hear his jeans falling to the floor, as Tank increases his pace inside me. My fingers dig into the sheets beneath me and twist with anticipation. As Vance looks down at me, his eyes are filled with an unfamiliar hunger. His face is flushed, and his cock stands tall and proud in his palm. I reach for it eagerly, wanting to taste him on my tongue.

“You suck so fucking good.”

I moan around him, and Tank groans in my ear as he picks up the pace. They’re working in tandem and a second orgasm shoots through me. I rock my hips furiously against Tanks, andhe’s relentless, pounding me into the bed as Vance pumps his dick down my throat.

“That's a good girl.” Vance says, stroking my hair.

Tank grips my hips harder, and his thrusts become erratic.

My body is trembling as Vance gathers a fistful of my hair, bobbing my head along his length. Tank’s rhythm becomes rapid, wild pounding. I can feel the pressure building inside me, matched by the growing intensity in his grunts and the shaking of his body above mine. We might break this old spring mattress.

I know he's close, just as Vance's own breathing grows labored.

With fierce determination, I suck Vance harder, tightening my walls around Tank until he tosses his head back and lets out a groan. He pounds into me relentlessly before releasing himself inside me with a guttural growl against my chest.

But Vance is not far behind, unable to hold back any longer as I swallow him whole. His moans fill the air as he gasps, matching my own ragged breaths. As he pulls out, I lick my lips, looking up at both of them, their bodies glistening with sweat and their muscles tensed from desire.

Tank collapses next to me, and Vance drops to the edge of the bed.

None of us says a word as our breathing falls into a steady rhythm.

Just then the engine of a motorcycle breaks through the forest. My eyes widen and Tank peers behind the bedroom curtain.

“Looks like Hawk didn’t want to wait,” he says.

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