Page 121 of Striker

“Jesus. That’s too much,” she breathes. “I need a minute.”

“Viper, come claim this pussy. Breaker, I want to hear Baby Girl whimper as your cock spreads her open,” Reaper commands and pulls me up to face him. To me he says, “Hands and knees.”

Repositioning myself, I fall to my hands between his thighs as he brushes a finger along my mouth, wet from Cora’s release.

Large hands land on my ass, then Viper’s finger glides over the tight hole at my rear. “Soon, we’re going to claim this perfect ass and fill you up here,” he says as he leans over to press a kiss to my shoulder. Behind me, I see him shift, sliding a finger roughly over Cora’s clit as Breaker positions himself between her splayed thighs. “And then we’re going to fuck your pretty ass until you can’t breathe without saying our names in worship.”

There’s so much happening. So many hands and groans. Every sound and sharp flavor, every sensation skating over my skin so vivid it feels like I’m living in a fever dream. Brilliant colors and rough fingers making me want to drown in this moment. Stay here forever with them.

“Spread wider for me, Little Red,” Breaker says, in front of Cora and angling his dick to her entrance.

Cora’s still spread out, legs splayed open over Striker’s thick thighs. Reaper’s knee hits Striker’s thigh, and I notice how he shifts, pressing it harder to him as Striker widens his legs, making room for Breaker to inch close. When he presses in, she arches her back and opens her legs wider. Striker lowers his face and presses it into her hair, his thumb slipping over her clit.

“Oh shit,” she whimpers.

Reaper grips my cheeks, forcing my attention back to him. Black eyes flicker up to Viper behind me. “I want her begging.”

His dick slips over my clit. I suck in a breath, focusing on Reaper’s mask. The melting jaw doesn’t look like it mocks me anymore. It looks like it’s screaming.

My lips part, the thought of how I can’t wait to hear him scream in pleasure nearly spilling out, when Viper slams forward and my teeth clack together from the force. If I wasn’t already slick and ready from Striker, so horribly turned on anddesperate after Breaker’s dick was in my mouth, from tasting Cora and him, the pinch of pain of him moving into me so fast would burn far worse. Instead, it’s edged with pleasure. I groan at the feeling, stars shooting through me.

Reaper slips his thumb into my mouth and I suck, greedily tasting his skin. Salt and musk and so perfectly him. Some carnal part wants to bite him so I can taste the metal tang of his blood again. I swirl my tongue around his thumb, biting down lightly, loving how his black eyes seem to grow even darker as he watches my mouth. How when he moves his gaze to Viper, pounding into me from behind, he looks like he’s teetering on the edge. Like he’s the one driving into me so hard he’s having to hold me in place.

Viper’s hand slips down my back until he’s cupping my ass, his thumb sliding down to press into my tight hole. “Oh fuck, Sweetheart. You’re so perfect. That’s it. You take me so good. So deep.”

My arms give a little as he presses into my hole. I’ve never had anyone take me there, never even a finger, and I suddenly want his thumb in me, moving in and out just as roughly as his dick in my pussy.

“She’s close. Fuck her harder,” Reaper demands, voice raspy. My lashes flutter. “Press into her ass. She’s about to fucking lose it.”

I hear Viper spit, then warm wetness lands in my ass crack. His thumb swipes over it and he brings it to my hole, running it around the opening in little circles. When he presses in suddenly, there’s a sting of pain but it’s shoots to my pussy and I bite into Reaper’s thumb.

“Oh shit,” Reaper grates, eyes going feral. “Keep going. She’s fucking going wild.”

“Her ass is so tight. I can’t wait to take you here, Sweetheart.”

“Harder,” Reaper says, watching me as my eyes lose focus.

Viper slams in again, his thumb moving slightly deeper too, and I jerk forward, releasing a gasp around Reaper’s thumb. He hooks my cheek, turning my head to the side, letting me see Breaker fucking Cora in Striker’s lap. Watching him moving into her, knowing I get him next, slick and desperate from fucking her, ignites something primitive in my brain.

I tilt my ass, giving Viper better access, loving his approving moan.

My entire life, I’ve been this controlled woman who plans everything in advance. Every detail’s controlled. But they’re stripping it away. Flaying my skin from my bones. Separating the person I was from the woman right now, getting fucked so hard her knees scrape into the worn wood floor. Stripping away my inhibitions, hollowing me out. Making room for that feral woman living under my skin. Letting her come to the surface and live openly. Freely.

And god, I want her to.

“Please, please,” Cora whimpers. The familiar beg sends me higher, and I’m only faintly aware of the three just inches away. Breaker driving into Cora, Striker holding her close, wrapping her in his warmth like he did me, whispering in her ear as she clings to his forearms around her, his sweet words slipping out like they’re meant for me too.

So beautiful.

Pretty Little Flower.

Sweet, perfect girl.

Come all over him like our good girl.

Then he looks my way and says, “You take Viper’s cock so beautifully. It makes me hard all over again, seeing you wrapped around him.”

“She loves it when you talk sweetly to her,” Viper rasps. “Her pussy is pulsing around me so hard, I'm going to fucking come soon.”

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