Page 97 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

He fills me up, and I gasp from the pleasure of it. I’m so sensitive from coming already, from taking the others, but it’s not too much. And even if it was, I don’t think I’d care. I want him that badly.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” Ash murmurs when he pulls back from the kiss. He sets an easy pace, fucking me in deep, measured strokes.

“What, soaking wet?” I pant breathlessly, arching up against him.

He laughs and presses even deeper into me. “Something like that.”

The others are still around us, their hands still roaming. They caress my hair and down my arms and shoulders, over my tits. I’m so aware of all of them, so on edge and attuned to every touch. I think about how Gage prompted me to say they all matter, and it feels even more true now.

My body responds to everything they do, andallof it is significant. I can pick out who’s touching me just from how they do it, and I realize I’ve attuned to them so much. I know them, and they know me.

When I first started messing around with each of them after I moved into the house, there was that spark of exploration, of learning what they liked and what they could do to me. But now there’s a comforting familiarity to the way they touch me, and it doesn’t take anything away from the experience. If anything, it just makes it even easier for them to rile me up and make me fall apart.

Rain beats down on us, pattering on the hood of the car while Ash fucks me. With another crack of thunder, the storm picks up even more, water coming down in sheets so thick that probably no one would be able to make out what we were doing even if they did see us on the side of the road like this.

It just adds to the atmosphere, blanketing us in a curtain, like it’s our own little world. Just the five of us and the passion between us building over and over again.

It feels like it’s cleansing something away. Washing away a part of myself that I no longer need. A version of myself that I don’t have to be anymore.

All the walls and the sharp edges that I’ve held on to for so long are crumbling away. They’ve protected me before, but there’s no need for them now. Not when I can give myself over to these men and trust that they’ll keep me safe.

That they’ll protect me with everything they have.

I matter to them, and it’s too late to try to untangle what we have together. I don’t even think I’d want to even if I could. We’re a unit. They already were one before I came along, and now I’m a part of it. A part of this unbreakable group who would fight and die and kill for each other.

So I give myself to them, reveling in the hands on me and the way Ash’s cock feels as it slides in and out of my swollen core.

“I could do this every fucking night,” Ash mutters, his voice almost reverent. “Just bury myself in you. Or watch you get fucked by the others and jerk myself off to the sight of it. Anything. Just as long as it’s you and us.”

My pussy throbs as the pleasure grows, and I don’t have the breath to say anything right now, but I clench around his shaft, squeezing him tighter in response.

Since I’m still so sensitive from before, it doesn’t take long at all before I’m tipping over into an orgasm, coming one more time for Ash. I tip my head back and moan his name, the sound almost lost in the rumble of thunder that follows.

He’s not far behind, clutching at me as he pumps himself into my body, just as helpless to resist as I was.

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