Page 146 of Kings & Corruption

The orgasm was less wave and more freight train slamming into my body.

“Don’t stop,” I panted, blind to everything but extending my pleasure as long as possible. “Don’t you fucking stop.”

He kept up the pace on my clit, his fingers still working my pussy until every last tremor had been wrenched from my body and I lay, sweaty and gasping, on the weight bench.

“For the record,” Oscar drawled, “I don’t need the instruction. I won’t stop until you beg me to stop.”

He stood and swore.

I lifted my head in a daze. “What?”

“Condom.” He felt around behind him until he found his shorts and withdrew a foil packet from the pocket.

“Were you seriously thinking this would happenhere?Now?” I asked with a laugh.

He tore it open and smiled while he unrolled it onto his shaft. “Tiger, I’m not passing up a single chance to fuck you, here, there, or anywhere. Now stand up and give me that sweet ass.”

I’d never scrambled so fast for some dick, although in my defense, this was some world-class dick.

I turned around and he grabbed my neck from behind, pushing my upper body forward onto the bench.

“You might want to hang on,” he said.

I gripped the sides of the bench and turned my head to look at Rock through all the hair that had fallen out of my braid. His eyes were glazed over, his cock engorged as he stroked, his gaze locked on me and Oscar.

I felt Oscar’s tip at the entrance to my pussy and a second later he slammed into me hard.

“Fuck!” The pleasure was almost too much to bear.

His fingers dug into my hips as he dragged himself out of my channel and slammed into me again. The barbells on the head of his cock stroked the walls of my cunt, heightening my pleasure, and I let out a long, low moan as he picked up a rhythm.

I moaned, pushing back against him as another orgasm built at my center.

He slipped a hand over my hip and down to my clit, then worked circles around it while he pounded me from behind. He was so big his head was hitting my cervix, but I was nowhere near complaining.

I looked over at Rock and saw that he was stroking faster, his cock even bigger and harder than it had been when he’d started. I picked up the pace, my movements becoming more frenzied as I became more desperate for release.

“This is so fucking hot,” Rock grunted. “I’m about two seconds from coming.”

The words ratcheted up my own pleasure and I leaned into the coming explosion.

Oscar sensed it. “That’s right, tiger. Come again. Show Rock how you scream.”

The words were like a floodgate on my orgasm and it tore through my body like a hurricane. I closed my eyes, then heard Rock bark out an order.

“You better look at me while you come, kitten.”

I did, and it was just in time to see him come, semen streaming from the head of his cock as he jerked his shaft, a guttural growl torn from his lips.

“Fuck yes,” Oscar said, coming behind me, slamming into me with long, fast strokes that extended my orgasm, the waves rolling over me like an earthquake that wouldn’t stop shaking.

When he finally stopped, I was left panting, trying to catch my breath, aware that sweat was dripping down my back toward my shoulder blades, my hair damp with it. The room was filled with our collective heavy breathing while we all came down from whatever the hellthathad been.

Finally, Oscar slapped my ass. I yelped, surprised to feel my sexual hunger roar to life all over again.

“Best fuck of my life,” he said, bending over to kiss my back.

He helped me up and stroked the hair back from my face.

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