Page 72 of Chasing Storm
He withdraws, making room for Josh, which sends me into a frenzied state of bliss. I’m full of cum, and my pussy is so wet he slides in easily with a loud groan. I know that I will never forget this moment for as long as I live.
Josh hammers my pussy with his stiff, wide cock, which rubs me in all the right places.
I buck again, losing my mind with the number of times I’ve come under their attention.
“Fuck,” I gasp.
“Storm,” Josh pants. “Fuck, you feel good. Fuck.”
“More,” I cry out. “I need all of you.”
The other two descend on me, kissing me, alternately thrusting their cocks into my mouth.
Josh buries his dick as deep into me as he can before he shoots his load and withdraws quickly, sweating and panting as he lowers his face to my pussy.
“Creampie,” he rasps.
I moan and do as he asks, gushing cum onto his face as he buries it against my pussy.
“Jesus,” JP pants. “Fuck.”
“Oooh,” I moan as Josh starts all over again, tongue fucking me, lapping up the product of our pleasure, before JP returns to me, this time letting me ride him as the other men ravage my writhing body in a tangle of mouth, tongues and limbs.
This has been one of the most pleasurable and intense experiences of my life, and I know that they feel the same.
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Storm smiles sleepily as she sees me putting my pants on. “Morning.”
I return it and lean down to kiss the top of her head. “Go back to sleep, princess. It’s early.”
“Where are you going?”
“Coffee.”
“Ah. Go, good knight, go.”
I snicker and sit on the bed to put my shoes on.
She yawns and turns over, cuddling up to Josh, who is more than happy to take my place next to her. One of us took turns on the couch, which wasn’t ideal, but this bed isn’t big enough for the four of us. As soon as Storm gives us the sign, we will ask her to move into our house. I am under no illusions that she has one hundred per cent forgiven us. Well, me, specifically. We ambushed her, I will admit to that. I did not expect her to invite us up, and I did not expect to end up in her bed. Instinct took over, which proves to me who she is to us, but it’s now up to her to decide. I will walk away with a broken heart if she decides we aren’t for her. But I’m hopeful. What we shared last night was something beyond my wildest dreams.
We have been through so much, and yet, here we are, in her bed, safe and sound. I turn to Storm, who looks back with a sweet smile.
“It’s good to have you here,” she murmurs.
Feeling a wave of warmth and contentment flow through me, I reach out to squeeze her hand, and then stand up. I haven’t felt so happy, ever. I thought I was happy living my life the way I wanted to, but I was only kidding myself.
This right here is true happiness.
Josh clears his throat. “This is the first night in many, many nights I’ve slept more than two hours.” His voice is thick with emotion. This is huge for him.
Storm eyes him curiously but doesn’t question him. “It feels like everything is finally starting to work out.”
Thatcher looks up and kisses her shoulder before saying, “Took us a while, but we did it.”
I smile, relieved that we are all finally together. I think of all the hardships we have faced, all of the obstacles that had stood in our way, ourselves and our actions mostly, but we persevered and now we might end up with everything. I won’t pressure her. She doesn’t need that from us.
