Page 103 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

Priest makes a noise in his throat. He reaches down between my legs, and I spread them wider, making room for his hand alongside Knox’s. There’s enough wetness leaking out of me that it’s not hard for him to gather some on his fingers. He presses them to my open mouth, pushing them inside until all I can taste is my own arousal. I suck on his fingers, just like I would if they were a cock, and Priest pushes them in even deeper until I nearly gag.

Knox rams his fingers into me hard, and that sends me spiraling into another sudden orgasm. My scream is muffled around Priest’s fingers, and my body shakes and spasms from the pleasure. But they still don’t stop.

They’re relentless, pushing me to the edge over and over again. I never get a chance to come down from the high or even catch my breath.

Priest pulls his fingers from my mouth, and Ash swoops in to kiss me. He gropes at my tits before kissing his way down to lick at my nipples and take one in his mouth again. Gage threads his strong fingers through my hair, holding on tight, making sure I can’t squirm away.

Like I’d even have the energy to try.

Each orgasm seems to roll into another one, and I moan weakly, already so close to being spent. My pussy is so sensitive, and every press of Knox’s fingers sets off more aftershocks. I gasp and writhe, crumbling under the force of it all.

They push me again and again, making me come hard, a nonstop orgasm that never seems to end.

All the while, their words echo in my head. All the things they want to do to me. All the ways they want to have me and take me apart. I want to do those things, but by the time I can finally catch my breath, I can barely hold my head up and my eyelids are so heavy.

I slump back against Gage, my chest heaving. Knox finally pulls his fingers free, and my pussy clenches around nothing.

Even as exhausted as I am, I want more. I reach out, trying to touch one of them,allof them, but I lose momentum before I make contact. I’m so fucking worn out.

Ash laughs and smooths my hair back.

“We’ve got time, killer,” he says. “I promise. I’ve had a lot of filthy fantasies about you, and I plan to recreate all of them in real life. But tonight, you need to sleep.”

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