Page 7 of Room 13: Bred By the Bears

“He looks so good between your legs.”

Ryker crawled to me from where he’d stood, fully naked, cock dripping pre-cum along the sheets. His body too was wrapped in a blanket of hair from arms to chest, down his abs and into a thick thatch of pubic hair that continued down a muscular set of thighs and calves.

“You didn’t look so bad between them yourself.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, collecting his cock in his palm, and giving himself a firm stroke. Based on the bubble of white milk that collected at the tip, he liked what I said. That delicious little pearl called to me like a song. I maneuvered enough of my upper body to connect with his weeping cock, cleaning him of the mess he’d made.

Obsidian’s bite to my inner thigh reminded me I still had a man between my own legs.

“I don’t know.” Armel’s voice rumbled, drawing my gaze to meet his as he too mounted the bed. “I like the thought of watching Obsidian eat you from behind.”

The three of them had me flipped over in a nanosecond, Obsidian guiding me up to my knees with a swat to my rear.

“Of course he prefers you in mounting position.” He laughed directly into my pussy. “Are you ready for me?”

“We still green?” Ryker asked, directing my chin toward him so he could look me in the eyes.

Eyes the same color he asked if I felt. Except his eyes were deep like most secret forest. A cross between Juniper and basil.

“As green as your eyes.” I sighed, not realizing I said it out loud until a slight blush creeped up his ears.

“Then I think it’s time for a snack. That orgasm appears to have worked up quite an appetite I’d say, wouldn’t you, Armel?”

Ryker palmed his dick, sliding his body closer to where my head drooped against the heady pleasure Obsidian’s tongue unleashed on my pussy.

“She definitely looks famished,” Armel agreed, moving into a similar position.

“Do not come in her mouth.”

Ryker’s directive held so much heat, he yanked me out of the heady place I’d floated in and back into the present.

“The only place you fill with cum is that wet, dripping cunt.”

“Oh, poor Armel.” Obsidian’s fingers danced along my seam, caressing my clit, and occasionally fucking his thick fingers into me, making me squirm. “You’re going to rob him of his favorite past time.”

“Until one of us puts a baby in her, Armel can’t have her asshole.”

As Ryker said the words, Obsidian pressed his finger there, and I saw stars. His fingers were coated in the slick that streamed between my thighs as if from a broken spigot. Ignoring my grunt of surprise, Obsidian stretched his long fingers to tickle at my clit as he pressed in and out of that secret hole, over and again. The one that had always been off limits. I’d told every partner before them that was a hard no. Had I actually forgotten? Or had my subconscious assumed that with three men, my untried ass would not be granted any reprieve?

“I think we have a cherry.” Ryker’s voice held just the slightest hint of awe.

“Impossible.” Armel cradled my face in his hand, directing my gaze up to meet his. “Is that true, Little Cub? No one has captured your star?”

I could only bite my lip against the wave of dark pleasure Obsidian’s probing fingers introduced me to. It was too much and not enough concurrently. I wanted to squirm away from his intrusion while simultaneously welcoming him in further. Whatwouldit feel like to have a cock in both holes? Could I actually have a dual orgasm from double penetration? I desperately wanted to find out. And if anyone could show me, I was certain it would be the three of them.

“Words.” Ryker caressed my hair, running his fingers along my jaw.

“No.”

Even saying that one syllable was a struggle. Holding my head up, breathing, existing in a world with gravity was too much for me to handle when my whole body desperately begged to splinter apart on a cloud of bliss.

“Maybe Ryker will let us break that rule.” Armel winked at me. “Maybe if you’re a really good girl for him, one day he’ll let us play and explore.”

“Are you ready for me, sweet one?” I felt the head of Obsidian’s cock notch against my soaking channel, waiting for my permission before he pushed in.

We neglected to cover honorifics before we’d started, and I did not know how to address them.

“Yes, sir.”

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