Page 117 of Striker

The sight of her pink nipples under the thin material makes my fingers tighten in Cora’s hair, and I thrust forward roughly into her mouth. Cora chokes as I hold her head still, feeling her throat constrict, and I realize she’s trying to swallow me down.

“Shit,” I hiss and ease up, letting her breathe. I look down at her satisfied smirk. “You’re a dirty little girl. You like choking on cock.”

She wipes spit from her chin. “I like dicks.”

“Our dicks,” Viper growls. Gripping my dick so hard, I bend forward slightly, trying to keep from spilling over as he forces her mouth back onto me. “Justourcocks, Vixen. Suck this dick right here and show Striker how much you want his cum while I fuck you.”

My vision blurs. He slips his hand up and down my length, gripping me firmly.

“Shit,” I rasp out, barely able to hang on to my sanity. If he keeps stroking me like that, I’m going to come before he caneven get inside her. After a second, he lets me go and I suck in air, pulling back so Cora’s forced to suck just the head, but it doesn’t help.

Viper pulls her off me. I lick my lips, trying to refocus as he unties the wraparound dress and it falls open, revealing her pink panties and bra.

I grip my cock as she leans in to take me again. Faintly aware of Breaker next to me, positioning Delilah on Reaper’s lap, but I can’t focus on much beyond Cora’s wet mouth.

Viper unhooks the bra, and it falls away. Rosy nipples on large breasts, covered in smooth, fair skin dotted with freckles, are now my new favorite thing.

Viper reaches around and pinches her nipple and the sound she makes reverberates through my dick.

“I told you next time you’ll be choking on cock,” Viper says to Cora.

Her hands land on my ass and she sucks me in, so roughly it feels like she’s trying to suck my fucking soul from my body.

“Fuck,” I groan, my eyes falling to her pretty face. Saliva spills down her chin, eyes watering, but she does it again, and I snap my hips forward, shoving deeper into her mouth.

“Come here, Vixen.” Viper doesn’t bother removing her underwear. He tugs them down her thighs, pressing on her lower back, leaning her forward slightly as he frees himself. The sight of his cock makes my balls tighten. His sea-blue eyes move from my dick barely over a foot away from his face, and lock onto mine as he thrusts into her. The movement drives my cock deeper into her mouth and she releases another groan that shoots up my spine.

“Oh fuck,” Viper grates. “She’s already so wet.”

I hiss out a breath. She must feel so tight like that, her legs restricted by her underwear halfway down her thighs. He threads his fingers around her throat and I eat up the sight ofhim on his knees again before me, thrusting into her, holding her still as I hit her throat.

“She loves sucking your cock, Strike,” Viper rasps. “Her pussy tightens on me so hard when you fuck her mouth.”

I lick my lips, mouth dry, and release her head to touch the top of his mask. “You like my cock in your mouth too.”

Reaper’s dark chuckle is drowned out by the slick slapping of Viper thrusting against her ass.

“You bet I do,” he says, driving into her. “I loved feeling your thick cock hitting my throat.”

She groans again and I clench my jaw, my fingers tightening on his head. I want to rip his mask off and shove my dick down his throat, but I’m not sure he’s ready. Not for his mask to be removed or for us to go that far again in front of everyone.

The sweet cry from next to me snaps my attention away from him and Cora. Delilah’s legs are hooked over Reaper’s thighs, his hand at her throat as Breaker kneels before her, his mask up just high enough so that his mouth is exposed. His tongue slips over her pink clit, then swirls just the way we know she likes it. The way he groans, sucking her into his mouth, makes me wonder how many times he jerked off to the memory of her too.

Reaper’s hand at her throat drags down between her breasts and Delilah arches into his touch, like she’s starved for him. When he lifts his mask to press his lips to her neck, she gasps, her legs widening.

“Striker, come take this pussy,” Reaper says, tongue gliding over his scarred lip. “Show our Kitten who owns her.”

Chapter 45

Striker

Breaker lets her goand sits up. I catch sight of his wet mouth before the mask slips down and I wonder how his lips would feel wrapped around my cock.

The thought nearly sends me over. I slide my hand from the top of Viper’s head to hold Cora’s jaw with both hands. She sucks me in hard, then I pop out of her mouth. Viper’s brutal thrusts force her to her hands and knees, but Breaker quietly takes my place, lifting her upright, before slipping his hard cock past her lips, drowning out her whimpers.

Gripping my dick, I drop to my knees between Delilah’s thighs and lean down to press a soft kiss to her folds, flicking my tongue to taste her sweetness. Knowing Breaker was just eating her out makes me suck in the mess, lapping up every ounce of where he’s been. Now that I’ve admitted to myself, my desire for Viper and yeah, Breaker, too, I don’t know how I’ve lived so long with this heated blood and desperation without combusting.

“Striker, please,” she begs so sweetly that I release her and sit up, guiding my dick toward her entrance. Her back arches offReaper’s lap as I slip in an inch, biting my lip at the intensity of her clenching down around me.

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