Page 120 of Striker

“That’s it. Get my cock wet. Good girl,” he grates, grip tightening on my jaw. “Suck the tip, that’s it. Really hard. I like it rough, just like my girls.”

Hallowing out my cheeks, I suck him hard, letting his tip pop out of my mouth lewdly. When I lick the slit again, he groans, grasping my hair with an edge of roughness.

From behind me, I hear Viper groan, then a hand lands on my ass cheek. “Arch your back for me, Sweetheart so I can see your pretty pussy.”

Tilting my hips, I feel Viper’s rough grip on my ass cheek, spreading me open. His growl of approval shoots through me, making my hips tilt even further, desperate for more of his praises.

“Don’t stop,” Breaker rasps. “Keep sucking, Tiny Thing.”

“God, you have a sexy ass,” Viper grates. “Fuck. You’re both so perfect.”

Reaper tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, letting his finger trail to my chin as I suck the head of Breaker’s dick back into my mouth. “You’re the perfect, sexy little slut swallowing his cock.”

My fingers curl into Reaper’s thigh at his gentle touch, his filthy praise, but he grips both hands, bringing them together, clamping them with one hand. His other weaves into my hair, holding me still. As Breaker drives forward, I gag, saliva spillingdown my chin, my jaw open as far as it can go. I wonder how the fuck Cora took him so deeply. He’s enormous, girthy.

“Oh fuck,” Breaker groans. I want to hear that desperate, reedy sound again, so I open my throat. “That’s it. Take me deep.Fuck,” he breathes out the curse word, hips jerking as he hits my throat.

Cora makes a whimpering sound, but it’s drowned out, and I don’t have to see her to know Striker’s kissing her again. I want to turn to watch, but Reaper’s holding my head still, not letting me move as Breaker drives in again.

“Tongue out. Good girl. Relax your throat, Tiny Thing. I want to feel you swallow me.” Breaker hits deep, and I choke on the intrusion, but he doesn’t let me go.

“Fuck,yeah,” he moans as Reaper twists my hair in a fist, holding me still. “Just like that. Let me feel those teeth. Ohfuck,” he hisses, hips jerking when I let my teeth slide along his dick. “A little bite, pretty girl.Fu-ck. Just a little rough.”

His hand lands on my head along with Reapers, his other wrapped around my throat. I gag, eyes tearing, heart hammering from the power he has over me in this moment. My pussy throbs, wanting more. He finally pulls out, and I cough, saliva slipping down my jaw, but I don’t care. I open my mouth, showing my tongue, silently begging for more.

“Perfect, greedy little whore,” Breaker says and drives back in. My pussy clenches around nothing when he hits deep again and I hear Cora make a desperate, animalistic sound. She’s close to coming. I recognize the sound.

Breaker pulls out, and Reaper lets me go.

“Claim that pussy as ours,” Reaper says to me, reaching over to brush strands of hair off Cora’s face. His hand slips around the back of her head. I wait for that slithering sensation in my gut, but it doesn’t come. I wonder if that night in the club I didn’t want him touching her because he felt too ruthlessto touch something I secretly craved. Scared his hard edges would spoil her sweetness, not knowing it had already been used against her.

Right now, with how he’s gently weaving his fingers through her hair, like he’s cherishing just how delicate she is, I want him to touch her. Fill her up with every ounce of his niceness, even if it leaves none for me.

“I’ve been dying to watch you eat her out,” Viper grates, snapping my focus to how he’s driving into her.

My pussy throbs. I’ve not done that. Not yet. I shift between Reaper’s thighs, leaning over to take her mouth when Striker breaks their kiss. She groans, her body moving with Viper’s hard thrusts. Drifting lower, I shift again, nibbling at her salty, sweaty skin, until I’m bent over Reaper’s thigh, and my mouth skims her lower belly.

“Eat that pretty pussy, Sweetheart,” Viper says, slowing his movements. His hand lands on the back of my head as I lean over further.

Up this close, I see the thick veins in his dick, how hard he is. How he glistens with her wetness as he slips out further. I slide my tongue over her clit as Viper’s dick slips back in. Sweetness and musk hit my tongue, filling my bones with a primal craving. I do it again, letting my tongue drag slowly over the little nub, loving his earthy taste. Her tangy sweetness. When I lick her again, I let my tongue slip lower; the tip slicking over Viper’s dick as he slides out of her.

A throaty moan breaks free of his chest when he feels my tongue as he moves into her. “Jesus, fuck,” he breathes. “Again, Sweetheart.”

Viper pulls out of her and his wet dick hits my lips. I suck in the head, running my tongue over the slit, loving the male musky taste and his carnal groan sends that sends shimmeringneed through my blood faster, and I suck her swollen clit into my mouth.

“Oh, shit!” Cora’s hips tilt. “Oh, baby, fuck yes. ”

Viper drives back in as Striker says, “That’s right, Princess.” I feel his hand land on my back, feather light strokes flittering along my spine. “Suck her pretty little clit.”

“Oh shit,” Cora says as my tongue flicks over her again, trying to angle herself so I can easily reach her. “I dreamed of this.”

I squirm, my pussy clenching. Like Breaker knows how desperate I am, I sense him lean over before he drives two fingers into me, gathering Striker’s cum and dragging it over my clit. I exhale heavily, making Cora whimper and Viper groan.

“I love the sight of Strike’s cum running out of you,” Breaker says, then I feel the scrape of teeth before they sink into my ass cheek as I continue to lick her clit.

Beneath me, I feel Reaper’s cock pressed to my chest and how his hand slips around my throat, fingers tightening at the pulse like he’s feeling for the excitement coursing through me. How my body and pulse race from tasting her, from them.

Suddenly, Cora shatters with a scream, her palm flattening to my cheek, shoving me away. My tongue runs over my bottom lip, tasting them, watching her face as her mouth falls open with a quiet, gravelly cry, breasts heaving as she comes down. The sight saturates my blood with a primal desire, making me want to hear that throaty scream again, but she pushes my head away when I lean back down to taste her.

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