Page 126 of Queen of Anarchy (Dirty Broken Savages 2)

“Oh my fucking god—” Ash chokes out, and River gags a little but muscles through it, swallowing around him and staying down there until I let her up.

She gasps for breath, and then I push her down again, making her take it as I fuck her harder. I can feel the stirrings of my orgasm in my gut, and judging from the mess River’s making in my lap and how her pussy is practically pulsing around my cock, I can tell she’s close too.

“That’s it,” I tell her, my voice low and intent. “Take it. You love this, don’t you? Being stuffed full. Having two cocks in you. You’re just stuck here between us, taking what we give you, and it’s driving you fucking crazy, isn’t it?”

She whimpers around Ash’s cock, bucking against my hold. I let her up to breathe for a second, and then slam into her hard when I push her back down.

That’s enough to trigger her orgasm, and her cry of pleasure comes out on a muffled breath since she’s practically gagged with Ash’s cock at this point.

“Come on,” I groan. “Let me feel you come for us. Show me how much you like this.”

That’s all the encouragement she needs. She whines deep in her throat, shaking and practically thrashing on my lap as she falls apart. Her orgasm hits her hard, and I let her up from Ash’s cock so she can breathe.

“That’s right, baby girl,” I say with a grin.

“Fuck.” River curses, breathing hard. Her body is still shaking, and her pussy is still pulsing around my cock, clenching like a vise, threatening to milk my release from me.

I grip her hips and start fucking her in short, shallow thrusts, so close to losing it myself.

Ash reaches up and runs his thumb across the fullness of her bottom lip, and she swirls her tongue around it.

I can just imagine the glazed over look on her face as she comes down from the high of her orgasm, sucking on Ash’s thumb while he fists his own cock.

He strokes himself fast, using the drool and spit from River’s mouth to slick the movement of his fist. The sound of him jerking off is loud in the room, mixing with the slap of our bodies as I fuck River even harder.

“Please,” she gasps, looking up at Ash. “Fucking give it to me. I want it.”

“Yeah, I know what you want,” Ash pants back. He groans and goes stiff as his orgasm hits him, and he splatters River’s tits in his cum like he’s marking his territory.

River moans as if she’s getting turned on all over again just from the feeling of that, and that’s enough to tip me over the edge. Pleasure slams into me, so I slam into River, fucking up into her hard one more time before I pump her full of my cum.

She’s a mess now, hair sticking to her forehead in sweaty strands, cum on her tits and leaking out of her pussy. She’s still breathing hard, slumped back against my chest, looking up at Ash while he stands there, grinning like an idiot.

It’s comfortable in a weird way. Even though the four of us, my brothers and I, have never done this before, it feels right. We’ve always been good at sharing a home and a business, so maybe this is just another step on that path. Or maybe River is just special.

I reach up and turn her head to face me so I can kiss her deeply. She melts into it, humming softly while she kisses me back.

“Well, now I just feel left out,” Ash teases.

River rolls her eyes and reaches for him, and he comes to her, bending over so he can kiss her too. If he cares about the taste of his own cock in her mouth, he doesn’t show it. But then, I guess I didn’t care either.

She slumps back against my chest, and I stroke one hand down her leg.

“We’re going to have to carry you to bed again, aren’t we?” I tease her.

“No.” She scoffs, trying to sound indignant but just sounding amused and well-fucked instead. Her voice is a little raspy from having Ash’s cock down her throat, which takes the edge off of anything she might say. “I can walk myself.”

A chuckle fills my chest. “We’ll see.”

I pull her closer against me, wrapping an arm around her waist as I tug possessively on the nipple piercing Knox gave her while we all watched.

“You know,” I murmur in a low voice, “it’s a good thing you’re staying. Because I don’t know if I could let you go.”

And I know I’m not the only one who feels that way.

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