Page 71 of Stay Little Fighter

None of us will.

At least not in a way she won’t enjoy.

I pull away from her breast just in time for him to collapse over her, careful not to give her too much of his weight.

Chloe runs her fingers through his hair, and for long seconds the room is silent aside from them panting to catch their breath.

Kingston joins us on the rug, brushing his fingers down her cheek with soft reverence. “How are you doing, Mama? Do you want to stop?”

“No.” She shakes her head. “I need more.”

“Jesus,” Damon groans. “She’s still trying to milk me.”

“Our greedy girl.” Kingston smirks before meeting my eyes, and I give a small nod in understanding.

It’s my turn next, and I can hardly wait to get inside her.

Without a word, Damon rolls them and sits up with Chloe straddling his lap. The movement drags another soft whimper from our girl, but she allows us to move her without question.

She trusts us.

All of us.

And I refuse to ever break that trust again.

I push onto my knees behind her, pressing her between us and trailing soft kisses along her shoulder blade.

“Mm, I like being in the middle of a Lombardi sandwich.”

I chuckle, nipping at the sensitive skin beneath her ear. “Maybe we’ll have to fuck you like this one day soon. Damon in your pretty pussy, and I’ll take your perfect ass.”

Her moan and Damon’s grunt are all I need to know she loves that idea.

“You need to take the little minx, she’s strangling me.”

“With pleasure.” I smirk.

Damon pushes up on his knees slightly, lifting her enough that I can slide mine beneath her, and then in a move I’m surprised works, he slips out of her a moment before I sink in, not allowing any of his cum to escape.

If our girl wants to be filled with cum, that’s exactly what she’s going to get.

Banding an arm around her middle, I drop the other to where we’re connected, shifting my hips in slow rolls while she gets used to the position with her back to my chest.

“You feel huge like this,” she whimpers.

“You’re good for my ego, Sparrow,” I rasp, my fingers brushing over her swollen clit.

The new position allows her to see the others and see exactly how ravenous they are for their turn.

Damon lies on the rug beside us with his gaze locked on every move she makes. He’s spent, but he’s not about to miss a single second of this.

I find a steady rhythm of shallow thrusts that make her tremble in my arms and alternate between teasing the sensitive bundle of nerves and running my fingers along where we’re joined, occasionally sliding the tip of my finger in beside my cock.

It never occurred to me before Ryker and I first shared her, but now the idea of stretching her perfect cunt around more than one of us at the same time plagues my dreams.

“How do you feel, baby girl?” I murmur against her ear. “How does it feel to have four powerful men on their knees for you?”

A soft whine escapes her throat as I slip a second finger inside her with my cock. “Ronan.”