Page 64 of Fighting Shadows

“Princess,” he groans, peppering kisses along her exposed shoulder, “I thought I lost you again.”

“I’m right here,” she promises, “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I want to spank your ass red for leaving. For the hell we went through without you. You made me fall for you, Princess. Your laugh, your smile, your snarky little attitude that I want to fuck out of you. I fell for you hard and fast, and I held myself back the first time, giving you time, but I can’t. I need to feel you squeezing that perfect pussy around my cock. I need to know that you are still here,” Zander says, his eyes flicking between her eyes and lips.

“Feel me, Zander. Let me prove that I’m still here and not going anywhere.”

“What about us, Sunshine? Do we get to stay?” Sebastian asks what we are all thinking.

None of us wanted to leave, but if she asked, we would.

“Stay,” she practically whispers, her lips breezing over Zander’s softly, “I need to remind myself that I’m home. Remind you all that I’m still here, that I’m not broken.”

“Thank fuck.” Dominic sighs, his front pressing into her back, sandwiching her between him and Zander, “This feels familiar,Cupcake, and what fun we had last time we caught you like this.” Dominic nips at her earlobe, her breath hitching.

We all watch, our eyes glued to Autumn as she moans softly from Dominic's words.

“Fuck Princess, if you grind on my cock anymore, I’m going to lose it,” Zander grits his teeth as Autumn rocks over his cock.

“Then lose it.” She challenges him, his eyebrow raising at her words.

“I think you’ve forgotten the roles in the bedroom, Princess. I do the bossing around, not you,” he says, but his smirk shows he’s not annoyed.

Dominic peels off her top, exposing her perfect breasts to us all, her nipples pebbled.

I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on, watching her face light up with pleasure from the barest touch from both as they lavish her with attention. My hard cock presses against the fabric of my pants, and I squeeze it to try to relieve some of the pressure.

“We aren’t in the bedroom, Sir,” she jests, but Zander pulls back from kissing her neck with narrowed eyes.

“Maybe not, but I think we need to remind you who you belong to,” he says, lifting her from his lap and depositing her to the side, “Hands and knees now.”

Autumn looks between us all before doing as she’s told, and I lay back against the sofa, freeing my cock to stroke it as she peels her bottoms off, revealing her perfect pink pussy to us all.

Biting back a groan, I fist my cock a little harder at the sight, and I can see from the corner of my eye that the others are doing the same, but all of our attention is on the goddess before us.

“Do you like thatbrat? That they are so turned on by the sight of you on your hands and knees for us. God, your pussy issoaking, isn’t it?” Zander says, running his thick finger through her slit and spreading her lips to show us how wet she is.

Her pussy glistens with her juices, and I want to sink to my knees and lap it all up, refusing to waste a drop of it. He presses between her shoulder blades, urging her to lower her front half to the blanket-clad floor, which she obliges without any snark.

“Color?” Zander asks her.

“Green, Sir,” Autumn says as she presses her face against the fabric of the blanket, eyeing us all hungrily as Zander palms his hand over her ass, “Tell them how wet you are, Princess. Tell them that we’ve barely touched you, and you are already soaked.”

“I’m soaked,” she whimpers as his hand smacks against her skin, not hard enough to hurt her, but her eyes flare from the sting, then turn hooded.

She’s loving every second of this, and as Zander spanks her three more times, I can see the wetness against her thighs.

“Fuck,” I murmur, running the pad of my thumb over the head of my cock, smearing the precum over the slit, “What do you want, Autumn?” I ask her as she sits back on her haunches, wanting her to still feel in control.

We’re demanding bastards, and this is the first time all five of us have been involved at the same time. I don’t want her to feel overwhelmed.

She nibbles on her bottom lip as she thinks over what she wants, her eyes flicking over us as she does.

“I want Zander to take control, but I want to control Tobias. So, I still feel like I’m in control, but not at the same time. Is that okay?” she asks like she has to.

She only has to ask for something from us, and we will give it to her; she already owns my heart.

Sebastian reiterates what I was just thinking: that she doesn’t even need to ask and that she’s always in control. Her shoulders relax as if she was expecting us to say no.

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