Page 20 of Rebel Obsession

I moaned my permission. “Fuck. Please.”

He groaned. “You’re such a good girl.”

It didn’t matter how many times they’d called me that. I still got off on every one.

The lid on the lube bottle cracked open, and then Nash’s fingers were between my cheeks, spreading me, lubing me up. Scythe’s thrusts were slow and deep, jolting me back against Nash’s fingers, each thrust taking them deeper. He rimmed my back hole, working the tight opening in just the way I liked, while an orgasm built somewhere behind my clit.

“I need to come,” I moaned, unable to move as the orgasm barreled down.

The only leg I had weight on trembled, but Scythe and Nash had me, their strong arms keeping me steady while they drove me higher and higher with their hands and cocks and tongues.

I cried out at the loss of Nash’s fingers, but a second later he replaced them with the thick head of his cock.

“Watch me, Bliss,” War demanded.

I opened my eyes, and my gaze met his. They blazed with need, and he grabbed my chin, kissing me roughly, sloppily, but I loved every second.

Then he bit down on Scythe’s shoulder and thrust in hard.

Scythe’s moan of ecstasy hit some place deep inside me. Nash pushed in at that same time, and I clamped down on both of them, my pussy and ass spasming with the force of the orgasm. I held Scythe for dear life, taking every thrust, every pump, from the front, from behind. I took War’s kisses and his dirty words while he fucked the man he loved. I took his whispers of love for me and stored them deep in my heart. I took Nash’s ‘good girls’ and Scythe’s cum when he couldn’t hold on another second.

All four of us joined in a pleasure that not one of them alone could deliver.

Spent, Scythe slipped from my body, leaving a sticky mess between my thighs. Nash used the opportunity to lean me over the back of the nearest couch, pushing me down with a hand between my shoulder blades and drawing my hips back and up.

Beside us, War did the same to Scythe, both of them fucking us from behind.

Scythe turned his head toward me and watched Nash take me in the ass. Despite War pounding into him, he gave me a wicked grin and reached across, and then between my legs to stroke my clit.

I shouted and instantly fell into a second orgasm, while Scythe chuckled victoriously.

Nash dug his fingers into my hair and pulled, forcing my back to arch and my head to tilt back.

If I hadn’t already been in the middle of an orgasm, I would have come again. Buried deep inside me, Nash came hard, his shouts of ecstasy mixing with War’s. The two of them drove home in unison, all raw masculinity and sex appeal that made me question why I’d ever even considered going home to bed when this was on offer.

Nash’s movements eventually slowed, and he pressed a kiss to my spine as he withdrew from my body.

War and Scythe had already finished, and War walked over to me, wrapped me in his arms, and kissed me deep. “Proud of you.”

A sudden wave of sleepiness came over me. “What for?”

“The way you don’t hold back with us anymore. Look at you, standing there with their cum between your thighs and one of our babies in your belly.” He dropped to his knees and placed kisses across my bump. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, baby girl. I can’t wait to do this with you for the rest of my life.”

Scythe raised a lazy eyebrow from where he lay sprawled on the couch, still completely naked. “This a marriage proposal? Your cock ring doesn’t count as an engagement ring, you know.”

War flipped him the bird. “You’re just jealous because I’m not down on my knees for you.”

Scythe grinned. “I fucking love you on your knees for anyone, War.”

War glanced at Nash. “I think he just gave me permission to give you a blow job.”

Nash laughed from where he stood running his fingers up and down my back. Nash enjoyed our foursomes as much as any of us did, but he’d never wanted one of the guys the way War and Scythe wanted each other. He loved them. But not like that. “Not sure your jaw could take me.”

War cocked his head, and for half a second I thought he was considering having a go.

But then Scythe growled. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

The corner of my mouth lifted at his little display of jealousy.

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