Page 95 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

Another set of hands, Knox’s again, push my shirt and bra up, exposing my tits to the night air and all of them. He gropes and paws at them roughly, which just makes me even wetter on Gage’s fingers.

I’m caught between them, squirming, moaning into the kiss with Ash. It’s hard to know where to look for more, or who to arch up against, and my head spins with the pleasure of it all.

Knox pinches one of my nipples hard enough that I cry out and have to pull back from the kiss to catch my breath. He’s smirking when I catch his eye because of course he is.

“You’re so fucking wet,” Gage groans, catching my attention again. He pulls his fingers free, and my pussy pulses, not happy about being empty all of a sudden.

“More,” I moan. “I need—”

Gage lifts his fingers to his lips and licks my arousal from each digit. I can’t look away from that clever tongue, the way it caresses each finger until it’s clean.

“We know what you need, baby girl,” he assures me in a rough voice, taking a step back.

Priest takes Gage’s place in front of me, and he wastes no time working his hand into my pants as well.

He grabs a handful of my hair and makes me look at him, holding eye contact while he thrusts his fingers deep into my pussy. It’s not as rough as when he was fucking me with the handle of whatever tool that was last night, but it’s almost as intense.

“Do you like this?” he murmurs. It’s quiet, but I can hear it, even over the pounding of my own heart. “Do you like being used like this?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. Because I do. There’s no denying that. I’m spread open and dripping for him, for all of them, and my body can’t seem to get enough of it.

Priest works me up good, until my hips are lifting to meet each deep thrust of his fingers inside me. He leans in even closer, a look of fierce concentration on his face that’s devastatingly attractive, even without trying to be.

“You’reours,” he tells me, and it sounds like a promise and a command all at once. “You’re ours, and we’re yours.”

“Yes,”I moan, rocking against him harder. “Fuck. Yes, Priest.Please.”

Before I can even get close to coming, though, he pulls back and steps aside.

Once again, I groan out loud, looking around to see which of them is going to come in and replace him.

It’s Knox, and as soon as he reaches me, he starts dragging my pants and panties off. I spare a brief, split-second thought that I’m going to need those back before we head home, but I barely have the space to think, let alone voice that thought.

Knox grabs my ankles and pulls me farther down the hood of the car, so I’m right where he wants me. He grins, and when I look down, I see that his cock is already out.

It’s big and thick, and there’s already precum beading at the head. His dick piercing catches the light from the streetlight a ways away, and it holds my attention for a bit.

At least until he lines his shaft up with my core and pushes himself inside to the hilt.

I nearly scream at that. He’s so big that he fills me to the brim, and even though Priest and Gage worked me up with their fingers, I can still feel the stretch as my body works to accommodate Knox’s size.

He grins, like he knows he’s a lot to take, and then draws himself out slowly, letting me feel every single inch of him.

I tip my head back, focusing on remembering how to breathe as I stare up at the sky. It’s an overcast night, no moon or stars visible through the thick, gray clouds.

In the distance, there’s a rumble of thunder, low and rolling. A breeze picks up, rustling the trees on either side of the road and lifting my hair from my neck and shoulders for just a moment. It feels nice on my heated skin, but it only steals my focus for a second.

Because how could I pay attention to anything else when Knox is balls deep inside me, fucking me like he can’t get enough of it? He keeps his hold on my legs, using them like leverage as he fucks me hard enough to rock the car back and forth.

All I can do is take it, and that’s all I really want to do.

I moan brokenly, digging my fingers into his wrists, like I need to hold on for dear life.

“Look at that,” Knox says, breathless. He looks down at where our bodies are joined together, and I look down too, watching his cock slam in and out of me. “It’s like you’re made for it. Like you were made to take me like this. Fuck, I love that.”

I let out a little sobbing moan, staring down at his cock as it impales me.

Every time it pulls out, it’s shiny with my arousal, and I feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, just from the sight alone.

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