Page 118 of Totally Shipped
Like synchronized swimmers, they move as a unit. Leander and Rex shuffle back, as does Gray, then Killian flips us over, so now he is on his back and I’m sitting on top of him.
“You want it, macushla?”
“So much.”
Killian lifts me at the hips and impales me on that magnificent pierced cock.
“ARGH!”
“I think she likes it,” I hear Leander chuckle as he moves towards me. “Think you can multitask, princess?”
Multitask? That’s my favorite thing!
“Open wide, princess, I need you to suck me dry.”
“Fucckkk,” someone groans as Leander thrusts in my mouth. He fists my hair and fucks my face and I love every second.
Killian had stilled his hips, but now he starts pounding me again. I want to tell him how much I love it, but my mouth is otherwise occupied. My nipples are electric, and I know I have a mouth on each of them. Killian thrusts faster, I feel him thickening even further inside me. As his orgasm builds, it’s like his heat is transferred into me, and I know I’m going to come again.
“Fuck!” Killian yells, slamming his hips up as my pussy clenches down. Together we come, and it’s like my pussy is milking him dry. His cum blasts into me so hard, I’m surprised it doesn’t come out of my eyeballs. I’m still pulsating with my climax as Gray pulls me off Killian.
“Nooo,” I whine, but Gray flips me on my back and has his mouth on my slit, sucking like a man possessed, drinking every drop of me and Killian’s mingled juices. As he sucks, the end of my orgasm throbs into his mouth.
“Ahhh.”
“Keep that mouth open, princess, and no swallowing.”
I do as I’m told (with the tiny part of my brain that is still working) and the next second ropes of thick come splatter all over my face and into my mouth. All I want is to down that salty nectar, but I try to be a good girl and let it pool.
With a groan, Leander is next to me, now, angling my head to him.
“Kiss me with the cum,” he says, his voice husky and breathless.
I gather up the delicious mess and when Leander’s lips meet mine, our mouths bathe in his load. As he finally pulls away, I feel my legs pulled apart again. I work myself to my elbows to see Rex and Gray gazing at my open hole with a look of absolute worship on their faces. I’ve never felt sexier, more powerful or more cared for in my life.
“Gray…”
He grins, “Saving the best til last.”
I feel the head of his tree-trunk cock push against my opening. The stretch has me gasping.
“Such a big boy isn’t he, macushla…” Killian murmurs. “Don’t worry, if I can take that up my ass, you can take it in that sweet pussy.”
I know I can, I have many times. But there’s always an…adjustment!
Gray’s eye’s lock on to mine. “You’re so fucking perfect.”
I’m moaning so loud as he starts to thrust. “Good girl, so tight for me, even though you’ve had all those cocks in you.”
My fingers dig into the shag of the rug as Gray increases his pace. His fat, blunt tip banging inside me again and again. Fingers graze my body. Someone kisses my neck, someone pinches my nipple, and then the wave comes again.
“MY LOVES!” I scream. “MY LOVES!”
GRAY
We’ve been working on setting up the wedding for a couple of days—I never thought I’d be so invested in flower arrangements.
The meadow that runs between Nanda and Nikau’s, and our new barn, is the ceremony venue. Brooke has set up her survival school and training center a couple of fields further out. On
