Page 108 of Winter's End

Jets of Travis’ hot cum filled me and Quick’s release was only seconds behind. Their sated, sexy growls extended my orgasm until we all collapsed in a gooey pile.

A slow clapping of hands echoed from the doorway, and I picked up my heavy head to see Logan propped against the doorframe.

“Now that was a fucking show, Princess.”

He sauntered into the room and sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes glimmering with aroused mischief.

“I just sent a picture to Cam and Drew, so you can bet they’ll be up here in…”

A clambering of heavy feet on wooden stairs echoed down the hall.

“Now.” Logan’s grin was all smug satisfaction when Drew and Cam peered into the room, their lusting gazes equally starving.

I sunk back into the comfort of my two sexed-up men and grinned. What an afternoon this was turning out to be, indeed.

“Too late, boys.” Quick’s retort was muffled as he spoke into my hair. “All the fun’s been had. Maybe next time.”

“Like fuck.” Logan grabbed my ankle and yanked me down the bed until I was a cradled ball in his arms.

“What do you say, Princess? Is there anything left in the tank for me? How about Cam and Drew?”

I wanted to say no; my body was just put through a wringer, spun out, and now hanging to dry—but the new wetness coating my thighs—along with Travis’ cum, betrayed me.

“Drew,” Logan ordered as he caught the new need blooming in my eyes. “You want a piece of this action? Get over here.”

My bossy businessman positioned me on the end of the bed and spread my legs to expose my dripping pussy to the audience in the doorway.

Drew hesitantly walked forward, his eyes searching mine for permission. When he saw my nod and smile, he settled between my thighs and pulled down his swim trunks.

“Looking good, baby,” Shane called from his position behind me.

Drew’s ears turned pink, but he looked up and shot a sexy grin back at his boyfriend—our boyfriend; his devious little smile made me impossibly wetter.

He hovered at my entrance; his thick cock stood to attention and leaked beads of pre-cum as his gaze roved over my body.

“Take me, baby,” I pleaded, widening my thighs even further. My coaxing snapped him out of his hesitation—he fisted himself and plunged into me so deep I let out an anguished cry.

Logan moved onto the bed, sitting on his knees right beside my head. He had removed his jeans and his stiff erection hovered above my lips.

“Can you take me like this, Princess?” His words were more like a taunt, a challenge instead of a plea.

Bastard.

Someone behind me scooted forward and held me upright against their chest, banding colorful arms around me. Travis. He held me at eye-level to Logan’s cock. A pearl of pre-cum glistened on its head.

I grasped his shaft and stuck my tongue out, licking the salty drop from his tip and stroking over his slit. His shoulders trembled at the sensation. I sucked the head into my mouth and swirled my tongue around him in the way I knew he liked best. His groan was dark and sweet, and I relished giving him this kind of pleasure.

Drew continued pumping his hips into me, alternating between short, hard thrusts and long, drawn-out glides; each technique successfully built me higher, my tender walls and swollen lips eager to have him stuff me full, like the insatiable bitch I was.

Travis’ hands had loosened, and he kneaded my breasts as I slurped and swallowed another man’s cock.

“How does it feel to fuck in another man’s cum?” Logan’s snarky question didn’t stop him from jutting his hips against my chin.

I didn’t need to see Drew’s face to know the shade of coral it turned.

“Really… good. Fuck, so good.” As if to punctuate his admission, he let out a long, sexy groan and my walls fluttered against him.

The bed dipped. Shane appeared in my periphery at the end of the bed behind Drew.

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