“Fuck, you're our dirty girl,” he groans before rolling off me.
Like it was agreed on beforehand, Hero and Wild Child flip me over so suddenly I scream in surprise. With a laugh, Wild Child drives himself into me with no warning, and I'm so wet that he slides all the way in without a hint of resistance. I groan loudly at the delicious sensation. I'm not even going to try to compare the guys, since they all fill me differently, but I love Wild Child's savage thrust as he slams his hips into my ass, his length pressing just deep enough to hurt a little. Just enough.
I moan out loud, and find my mouth filled with Hero. Taking my hair in both of his hands, he makes pigtails with them that he can use for handles. Every time Wild Child slams into me, I'm pushed deeper on to Hero's cock, until it bumps into my throat. My whole body goes tight as I gag on it, followed by an appreciative groan from Wild Child. “Fuck, do that again,” he forces out.
I do. Not that I have much choice. Spit-roasted between them, I can only hang on and do my best, but they're doing all the work. Maybe I'm a little bit broken, but it's when they get rough with me that I really love it, when the embers in my belly flare up and when I feel like my brain's going to short circuit from all the sensations.
I'm sure a psychologist would have a field day, but right now, getting fucked hard is the best therapy I could possibly think of. Wild Child fills me, pushing me onto Hero, and the tingles between my thighs, around my throbbing clit and racing up and down my spine grow just a little stronger. And he does it again, and again.
“Switch!” Wild Child yells, and suddenly I'm empty at both ends. Only for a moment. By the time I've figured out what's going on, it's Hero's thickness pressing into me, while Wild Child is trying to bury himself in my throat. He's slick with both of our juices and I don't care, sucking him clean as he slides in and out. He groans as he grips my head, wrapping his fingers roughly in my hair.
King drops onto the bed next to us, on his back. He watches me with the kind of primal adoration that makes a woman weak in the knees. Reaching out, he captures one of my swinging breasts and squeezes it while he strokes his strutting cock with his other hand. It didn't take him long to recover. Trapped on Wild Child, I can only watch him through the corner of my eye, but God, he looks sexy stretched out like that with his cock out.
“Switch,” he orders.
Again the guys pull out, leaving me a sweaty, hyperventilating mess waiting for them to start again, but apparently King meant to him. Hero picks me easily and lowers me, straddling King. King points his dick straight up so that when I come down, I have nowhere to sit except on it. The thick head spreads my folds, stretching me as it slides inside, and then Hero drops me the rest of the way.
I gasp as I'm suddenly completely full, catching myself with my palms on King's broad chest. “Oh my God,” I whisper hoarsely.
He smirks and puts his big hands on my hips. “Show me how you ride, rich girl,” he commands, then lifts me most of his length, leaving just the head inside before he lets go.
I don't know what he thinks, but I've only ridden a horse like twice. That doesn't stop me from trying my best, though, forcing myself down on him, taking all of him inside with every bounce.
“Play with yourself. Show me how you pleasure yourself.” King's stormy gaze brooks no argument.
I've never let anyone see me do that before, so I hesitate. Hero comes up behind me and cups my breasts, then pulls me backwards so my back's against his chest. He whispers into my ear, “You're fucking beautiful, babe. Show us.” He gives my arm a nudge, moving my hand closer to my pussy.
I find my clit with my fingertips and start running little circles around it. At the same time, I keep bouncing myself on King's cock, loving the double sensation of him inside and my fingers outside. Hero pinches my nipples, and again I'm overwhelmed by sensations. Every time with these guys, it's so much, all the time. I'm drowning in pleasure and loving every moment of it.
“Fucking hot,” Wild Child groans as he watches us and strokes himself. He's still rock hard and waiting his turn.
King grabs my hips to make me move how he wants it. I think I'm getting distracted again. King bites my ear. I swirl my fingers faster. The orgasm's starting to surge inside me, bubbling up like I'm a bottle of champagne someone gave a good shake. God, I'm going to come so hard.