Page 96 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

I go tight around Knox, and he curses under his breath, losing the rhythm of his strokes as he gets closer to tipping over himself.

A drop of wetness hits the top of my head, and it takes me a second to realize it’s raining. That doesn’t slow Knox down, and he comes with a low roar, filling me up with his cum. He drapes his upper body over mine and puts his mouth on my neck, sucking hard enough to leave a hickey, then pulls out and steps to one side.

Gage moves back between my legs, and his cock is also out and hard. He doesn’t waste any time, just slams into me, grabbing my ass to pull me all the way to him, until there’s barely any space between our bodies. I’m so open from taking Knox that there’s no resistance. He slides right in, picking up where his friend left off.

“Good girl,” he pants, leaning over me. “Just like that.”

I nod as if he asked me a question or something, but it’s just a knee jerk reaction. It feels incredible, and just the praise and having him inside me is enough to push me right over the edge of bliss into an earth shattering orgasm. I muffle the scream in Gage’s shoulder, biting down a little, which makes him hiss and slam into me harder.

There’s no time to recover because he doesn’t stop. My pussy is sensitive, and it’s just this side of too much, but I want more. I want all of them before the night is over. My body seems like it knows that too, and the sensation edges on pain but just turns into pleasure. I dig my nails into Gage’s arms, holding on to him while he keeps moving inside me.

He’s as deep as he can be, and it’s like I can feel him all the way through my body, taking me apart, even while I’m still shuddering through that first orgasm.

My head lolls to one side, and my breath catches as I see Priest standing there, his cock out and in his hand. His eyes are intent as he watches, not looking away for a second. He jerks off, and from the way his lips are parted and his hand is practically flying over his cock, I know he’s close to coming.

Just from watching us all together like this.

I fucking love that.

“Shit,” Gage curses, heated and low. “You’re so fucking wet. So tight. You feel so goddamn good.”

He’s working me up all over again as he chases his own pleasure, and when he finally comes inside me, it’s with a low groan and one last deep thrust. He explodes inside me with a rush of heat, and the feeling of it just ratchets my arousal up even more.

He breathes hard, recovering himself, and I reach up and tug him down closer so I can kiss him. I can still taste myself on his tongue from when he licked his fingers clean, and the flavor of it goes right to my head.

“Baby girl,” he murmurs, his mouth moving against my lips, “I think you’ve ruined me.”

I kiss him harder just to prove that he’s fucking right about that. And when we finally break apart and he steps back, I reach for Priest next, pulling him in closer.

“River,” he pants. “I need—”

Thunder rumbles, loud and insistent, and it cuts off whatever Priest was going to say.

I don’t know if he was going to say ‘help’ after that or what, but it’s what I give him. I wrap my hand around his, which is still around his cock. His hips jerk forward, like he’s seeking out more friction, and that’s exactly what I plan to give him. The heat coming off his body is incredible, and I can practically taste how close he is. I start moving our hands together, and his breath catches.

“Fuck,” Priest groans. “That feels…” He trails off and then switches the position of our hands so mine is on his cock and his is on my hand, and we stroke together.

Just seeing him like this makes heat flare in my belly, and even though we haven’t really fucked yet, every step we take closer to it is just as good. Just as hot. One day we’ll get there, and if it’s as incredible as this feels, then there’s a good chance it’ll fucking kill me.

I stroke my hand up and down his shaft, holding his gaze while I do it. I’ll never get tired of making Priest feel good. A thrill of happiness and desire runs through me as I twist my hand and rub my thumb over the head of his cock, smearing the drop of precum there before sliding back down.

“Close,” he gasps out, and we work our hands faster and faster until he comes with a warm, wet splash on my lower belly.

We stay like that for a second, our hands wrapped around his softening cock. Heat burns in his eyes as he untangles his fingers from mine and gathers some of the cum from my belly, then smears it into my pussy. It’s a possessive, almost caveman-like gesture—not like he wants to have a claim instead of the other guys, but like he’s leaving his mark with theirs.

I grin at him, my heart full and overwhelmed, making me feel almost giddy.

Ash steps up last, and it’s starting to rain harder. Lightning flashes in the sky behind him when he comes to stand between my spread legs, lighting up the scene for a fraction of a second.

It makes me feel so fucking alive to see it, like that lightning is singing in my veins. The rumble of thunder isn’t far behind, and I reach up to push wet hair out of my face so I can see Ash clearly.

He’s staring back at me, looking just as hungry as the others. “I need you too,” I murmur to him, low enough that it’s for his ears alone. “I want more with you. It was always going to be more between us.”

Ash grins at me, and it’s a little possessive and a little sweet at the same time. I can tell what it means to him that I said that. Especially since he seemed worried before that I was just going to walk away and say none of it mattered at all.

Of all of them, he’s the one who seems the most in touch with his feelings about this kind of shit. The one who seems to have a romantic side.

He slides his hand into my wet hair, pulling me in so he can kiss me deeply. At the same time, he lines his cock up with my pussy and pushes inside.

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