Page 69 of Lose Me In The Shadows

“Oh shit,” Kara breathed.

Luke briefly disappeared, rooting around in a suitcase before returning with a travel sized bottle.

“Boy scout,” Micah said, affection filling his heart.

Luke bent over, placing a kiss on Kara’s spine. “I always come prepared.”

She writhed, her pussy rubbing against the tip of Micah’s cock. “Cute.”

“Nah,” Luke said. “The only cute thing I see right now is this cute round ass I’m about to get deep inside of. Bear down.”

Based on the way Kara tensed, it was obvious Luke was working his fingers into her ass, lubing and loosening her up for his cock. Micah, who usually had enough patience to go around for the three of them, was reaching the end of his rope. His cock wanted back inside her, wanted her cries as she clenched around him. He forced himself to wait as Luke readied her to take both of them.

After what felt like years, and brought Micah close enough to snapping, Luke was ready. Tilting Kara’s hips up at the right angle, he groaned. Micah wished for a mirror, so he could see Luke entering her ass with his long cock, see the way her little hole stretched around him. Instead, he contented himself with the sounds Kara made as Luke lodged himself deep inside of her, her tiny, almost pathetic gasps for air, her “oh god, oh god, oh god’s” which signaled how full she was.

She was about to be fuller.

Micah shifted his hips. He didn’t even have to line up his cock with his hand; the fucker knew exactly where it was going. Impaling her, he shoved in, slow and deep, until he met Luke’s cock, feeling it through the thin membrane separating them inside her.

Kara started crying out their names instead.

“That feel good, baby?” Micah asked her, catching Luke’s eye.

And even though they’d never done this before together, meaning and communication flowed between them, so they were able to take turns pushing and retreating inside her, Micah pumping his hips in the downbeat of Luke’s thrusts.

“Open up, generous girl,” Conor murmured.

“Make me,” Kara taunted, power and sass in her voice—along with the desire to be forced.

And Micah, elated by the way she accepted this part of herself, gripped her face in his hand and forced her mouth open wide. Conor pushed his way in, deep, and Kara choked. But from the way her pussy gushed around Micah’s cock, she loved it.

Micah was at the perfect angle with his mouth to lick and tease Conor’s balls. The bossy man groaned, for a moment overcome by the both of them, especially when Kara pulled her head back, releasing Conor’s cock temporarily to kiss Micah. Micah, briefly surprised, took advantage of the moment, kissing Kara back, but making sure to keep Conor’s cock centered in their kiss, so their tongues and mouths and teeth played over him.

“Oh, fuck,” Conor groaned. “You like this, sweet baby girl? You like how the three of us are taking you, how you’re at the center of everything? Micah and I are still covered in blood. Do you like that too?”

Kara moaned, chasing after Micah’s kiss and Conor’s cock. Conor teased her—teased both of them—by painting their lips with salty precum.

Behind them, Luke picked up his pace, slamming Kara forward, deeper on Micah’s cock. And he started where Luke left off. “You do like the blood. You like that they’re bloody because they were punishing someone for hurting you. When we get Chris, we’ll fuck all over his dead body. You want that, don’t you, sweetheart?”

Micah’s cock was suddenly caught in a vise grip as Kara stiffened and came with a cry. Conor took advantage of her open mouth, pushing deep into her throat, until she’d taken all of him, and his balls rested on Micah’s mouth. Micah did his duty and sucked them deep, playing with them while he fucked into Kara, chasing his own orgasm.

As Kara stiffened, Conor pulled back, and she took a deep gasp. Micah took advantage of her unoccupied mouth, kissing her deep, tasting Conor and her. Above them, Conor reached his hand forward, and Luke stretched out an arm, until the two were clasping hands tightly, their fingers laced together.

This. This was what he wanted. The four of them together, bound tight by not only desire, but by love. He’d once thought of Kara as the glue that would hold the four of them together, and he’d been right—this proved it. But she was more than that; she was, as he’d told her not so long ago,everything.

“When I come, you don’t swallow,” Conor told Kara on a rasp. “You save it for Micah.”

Kara moaned, Micah groaned in agreement.

“Oh, fuck, sweetheart,” Luke groaned, shoving so far forward Kara bottomed out on Micah’s cock, and Micah could feel the three of them everywhere.

That’s all it took. His cock grew impossibly harder, and with a desperate sound he didn’t recognize, he exploded inside their woman. It felt like it went on forever, helped by Kara’s perfect little, greedy pussy as it milked him dry.

“My fucking turn,” Conor forced out, shoving his cock deep once again in Kara’s throat and coming with a roar.

Luke collapsed on top of them, Conor pulled out of Kara’s mouth, and Micah turned his chin up to take her mouth in one final kiss. She opened for him, sharing Conor’s release with him, and he licked it from her, taking and giving, taking and giving, as Conor placed both of his hands on their heads, offering them some sort of perverted benediction as they swallowed his essence until there was nothing left.

Well, except for some come that had dribbled out onto Kara’s throat, but Micah couldn’t reach. Guess it would dry on her with the rest of the fluids between them. Because sure enough, some of the dried blood on Micah’s chest had rubbed onto Kara, so she was covered in the blood of their enemy, Micah’s sweat, and all of their come. Fully branded as theirs, and Micah wasn’t even sure if she’d deny it anymore.

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