Page 186 of Wild Embers
I moan around Levi’s cock, and in turn, he moans into my pussy, vibrating it.
A chain reaction sets off.
Levi erupts, his cum filling my mouth.
Walker goes next, spending his seed in my pussy, and Levi licks the drops that escape.
My mouth full of cum, I motion for Santiago to come closer. When he does, I use Levi’s seed to wet Santiago’s dick. His eyes go wide at the sight.
Levi continues eating my pussy as I suck down Santiago.
It isn’t long before Santiago is shouting his release, and I’m shouting mine as I’m drowned in bliss, my pussy convulsing
We collapse into a heap. I’m not sure where one person ends, and the other begins, and I like it that way.
Covered in each other’s cum and sweat, Walker cuddles me from behind, plastering my back to his chest, while Levi and Santiago hold each other.
We’ll get up soon, but right now, we just bask in this moment of complete satisfaction.
As I watch the flames dance in the fireplace, I remember my question from earlier…
They may have fucked me speechless, but I’m no fool.
I’ll find out what happened between them and Grant one way or another.
CHAPTER 45
LEVI
The sun rises as Blake and I make breakfast together. It’s the perfect scene. Even when she burns the toast. I will happily eat charred bread if it means I get to be with her.
Blake considers the buddy system to be…patronizing.
She complains about it every morning.
And I ignore her every morning.
“When can we eighty-six the buddy system?” Blakes asks around a mouthful of scrambled eggs.
“You know why we’re doing this.”
I smile and take a bite of my scorched toast. My gag reflex is immediate, but I don’t want Blake to feel bad, so I use my coffee to help me swallow it down.
And now I have to eat the whole slice, so she doesn’t feel bad.
Maybe I’ll make the toast tomorrow.
Blake sighs theatrically, unaware of my toast conundrum. “I know. I’m just getting cabin fever.”
Walker treads down the staircase, dressed for another day as Evergreen Falls’s finest.
Blake mumbles into her coffee, “Hedoesn’t have to have a buddy.”
Walker’s radio crackles, and Jolene’s voice comes through. “Walk.” Walker sighs, lifting his face toward the ceiling.
“Walk, pick up the damn radio,” Jolene demands.
Reluctantly, he reaches for the radio and responds. “Yeah, I’m here, Jo.”
