Page 44 of My Crazy Killers
It’s silent for a moment, and I have a feeling they are all staring at my hand. I feel tension start to rise, but am distracted when Jagger pushes in a second finger, making me moan. Elias chuckles. “Fair enough.”
The ring is completely forgotten as Jagger moves his fingers inside me, getting me used to the fullness before adding a third. I whimper against Pete, my nails digging into his chest as I try to stop myself from pulling away.
It’s such a strange feeling. My instinct is to pull away from him, but I also enjoy it; it brings an unusual sort of pleasure pulsing through my core.
When Jagger pulls his fingers out and lines himself up with my ass, I start to grow tense again. Pete must feel it because he reaches between us and starts to circle my clit, pulling his mouth away for a second to tell me, “Relax, baby. It’ll feel so good when we’re both inside you.”
I nod, not able to speak as I try to do as I’m told. The thumb rubbing my clit and Pete’s tongue do a good job of that, and soon Jagger starts pressing inside me.
He takes his time, stopping after each small movement, and just when I think he’s about to drive his dick right through me, I feel his hips touch my ass and sigh in relief.
For almost a minute, neither of them moves, other thanPete’s thumb on my clit and his mouth on mine. Only when Sly instructs, “Okay, you can start to fuck her now, slowly to begin with,” do they move. Jagger pulls partway out before slowly thrusting forward, pressing me harder onto Pete’s cock.
I whimper, and he does it again. Each time he pulls back, my hips have me pulling back from Pete, so when Jagger slams into me, it fills me fully with them both. And after a few tentative movements, he no longer moves gently. Jagger’s fingers dig into my hips as he thrusts hard against me.
I cry out, the pleasure so incredible I can’t even tell where I end and they begin. I’m ready to come, but Sly starts barking out instructions I’m only half aware of, and suddenly Dex is kneeling at my side, hard cock in hand as he grins down at me.
“Hi, baby.”
I pull my mouth from Pete and lick my lips.
“That’s it,” Sly commands. “Let Dex fuck your mouth.”
I just have to do a small rotation of my upper body to reach him, and he threads his fingers through the hair behind my head and takes control of the movement. I open wide as he pulls me onto him, and we both groan as he presses all the way in, hitting the back of my throat and making me gag.
“Whoops, sorry, baby,” he says sheepishly before pulling back. He holds me still as my hips do all the movement, and he does a better job at stopping before the back of my throat. I use my tongue to rub the length of his cock as he moves in and out, and quickly find it hard to concentrate on that when Jagger is still thrusting into me.
“Good girl,” Sly tells me, the praise making me groan. “Look at you, letting us fill all your holes at once. Such a dirty little girl, aren't you?”
“Our dirty girl,” Pete grits out, sounding like he’s ready to come any second.
“Pete, you sound desperate,” Sly says, sounding amused.
“I am, I don’t think I can last much longer.”
“What about you, Jagger?” He lifts a hand, and I assume he signs something to Sly because he hums in approval. “And Dex? How about you?”
“I’ve been ready to come for weeks,” he says, making me chuckle around him. His fingers tighten in my hair.
“Well then. Wren, it’s up to you. They can’t come until you do.” His order surprises me and makes me feel powerful, holding all their releases in the palm of my hand.
Someone seems eager to push me over that edge as fingers come up to tweak my nipple. Another hand starts to flick my other one, and I realize it’s two different men touching my breasts.
Despite having three of them thrusting into me right now, for some reason, it’s that image that sends me careening over the edge, screaming out around Dex’s cock. Jagger and Pete don’t stop what they’re doing, and I’m unsure if they push me into a second orgasm, or if the first one just doesn’t end. Still, my convulsions seem to last forever as I feel both Jagger and Pete’s hot releases pour into me as their movements become erratic.
I open my eyes, looking up at Dex. When I see the heat reflected back at me, I moan around him, which seems to be all he needs as he holds himself still and grunts, filling my mouth with his hot cum. I do my best to swallow around him and watch as his eyes grow bright with approval. He definitely enjoys watchingme do that.
Slowly, he pulls himself out, and I lick my lips. He moves back so that he can lean down and kiss me. He doesn’t seem to mind the taste of himself on me; if anything, it makes him enjoy it even more. I feel Jagger pull himself out of me, and I whimper a little at the movement.
“You’re so gorgeous,” Dex whispers, stroking my cheek as I collapse fully onto Pete’s chest, who, in turn, wraps his arms around me. I feel him kiss the top of my head, and I snuggle into him, ready to fall asleep just like this.
“Don’t go to sleep yet,” Pete whispers. “You’re not done yet.”
“Five more minutes,” I mumble against him before stifling a yawn.
It’s quiet, and I start to nod off. Sly’s words are the last thing I hear, “Let her sleep for a little bit. She’ll need her energy for the next round.”
I moan, my dream turning deliciously arousing as someone kisses across my collarbone and up my neck. Reaching out blindly, I wrap my arms and legs around them and feel their naked body pressing against me. This is a damn good dream.
