Page 30 of Dirty Crown
They were all so fucking hot, and so filled with lust that I could practically feel it rolling off them.
I arched my back as Valen twisted his fist inside me, then pulled out. He slid back in and soon had a rhythm going. I was being fist fucked, and it was the strange and hottest thing I’d ever felt.
I groaned again and again, panted like I was running a race, and felt my pussy flutter and clench Valen’s fist over and over. We developed a rhythm of slow fucking, and I could imagine his cock as hard a rock and desperate to get inside of me.
“I can’t handle this,” he rasped and reached for his dick with his other hand. “This is so fucking hot, I can’t handle not coming with you, princess.”
“Let me help,” Archer said, pulling Valen’s cock free of his pants. “I need to do something.”
“Me too,” Kingston said, reaching for Ryker. “We could help each other out.”
I watched as Archer worked Valen’s cock, Kingston grabbed Archer’s thick shaft in his hand, and Ryker moved behind Kingston. I felt like I was in a haze of sex, a wild fuck fest of hormones and animal urges, and I loved it. Ryker lined himself up and slid inside Kingston and began to fuck him from behind, while Kingston jerked Archer’s cock. Archer, in turn, jerked Valen as Valen was wrist deep inside of me.
It was crazy hot, and I came within minutes. But it was an orgasm unlike anything else I’d ever experienced. It was all consuming, like a wildfire razing a forest, burning it up and leaving nothing in its wake.
It was so intense it almost hurt, and I loved it, it felt crazy good but I knew I couldn’t do this that often. It had to be like a celestial event when the stars aligned and everything felt perfect. I wasn’t about to get fisted every day.
As soon as I began to come, the Kings joined me. Valen spurted thick ropey cum into Archer’s fist, Archer came into Kingston’s grip, and Ryker came buried balls deep inside my King, my first love.
Valen pulled his hand out of me and I gushed fluid over him and the table.
“Oh god, I made a mess,” I exclaimed in horror. I was embarrassed, it wasn’t like I’d done it on the bed, having it on the smooth wood surface made it so much more obvious.
“Never be ashamed for being a sexual creature,” Kingston said, heading back to the kitchen for paper towels and cleaning spray. “Now, if we left it for the housekeepers to clean up that might be something to be concerned about.”
“Oh god, can you imagine?” I laughed, mortified but grateful my Kings were all so cool with everything we did when it came to sex.
“I’m sure they’d be begging to join our little gang of sex,” Valen said, helping Kingston clean up under me. Archer and Ryker helped me off the table and onto my feet. I looked for my panties that had been ripped off at some point and saw them hanging from the back of a dining chair across the table. I had zero recollection of that happening and smiled to myself when I saw it.
“Don’t you mean gang bang?” Archer asked. “Isn’t that what this is?”
“I think more like a bang gang,” I laughed, heading around the table for my panties. I slipped into them and tugged the edges of my skirt down to my knees once more. My pussy still ached and throbbed from the fisting just moments before, but already it felt like a distant memory. “A gang bang means you’re all banging just me, and from what I’ve seen that’s definitely not the case around here.”
“That’s a good point,” Kingston said, swiping the table one last time. “You’re probably right. We’re lucky to have such a smart little queen, aren’t we, boys?”
Anybody else who would say something like that would come off sounding like an insincere dick, but Kingston meant it. They all did. Every King agreed with him and looked at me like they were proud to be with somebody like me.
Each one of them operated under the belief that I was perfect and I could do nothing wrong.
It’s not like I wanted to prove to them that I could be a colossal fuck up from time to time, but the pressure of them thinking I was perfect was unusual for me to experience.
I wasn’t perfect, not even close, but their loyalty and belief and love did help me feel close to it at times.
I grinned and reached out to smack his ass as he walked past and said, “You know I am, you boys are lucky.”
“I know you’re being ironic, or somewhat self deprecating,” Ryker said, coming up behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled the back of my neck. “But we mean it. You are pretty fucking amazing from where I’m standing and I know the guys feel the same way. I want you yo believe it about yourself. To feel as good as we think you look.”
“I do,” I said with a smile. I felt his love wash over me. “Especially right now, when we’re at home with just us. I love times like this.”
“Me too,” Ryker said, murmuring with his lips brushing the skin on the back of my neck, raising the hairs there as a shiver passed through my body.
We helped Kingston with dinner after that, and at one point he stopped and said, “If I knew that’s all it took to get you all over here to get dinner faster, I would have demanded we fist you more often.”
I giggled and wiggled my hips. “Well, we’ll see. There are many more meals to prepare and many more years for us to experiment.”
“If that’s the case, then count me in,” Ryker said, taking my hand and kissing it.
“Me too,” Archer replied, raising a single brow. “I’m here for the long run, babe.”
