Page 76 of Outlaws' Dirty Secret

Skyhigh captures my nipple in his mouth, tugging me down until he can cover the whole thing with his mouth and swirl his tongue around it. Blackout has his hands buried deep in my hair, guiding me on his cock so eagerly that sometimes he bumps toodeep and I gag on him. And I don't even care. Not while Dragon is fucking me like some kind of monster. Losing control makes it so primal, so… real. So incredibly dirty. If I could distill this feeling into a bottle and just pour it into my pages, I would sell more books than every other author in the world put together. I'm going to try, but mere words will never compare to this feeling.

Skyhigh rolls out from under me and suddenly I'm pulled right off Dragon and pushed down on my back.

“Hey!” Dragon yells with a laugh, but by then Skyhigh is already pushing himself deep between my thighs.

He lets out a primal groan as he sinks deep, rolling his hips as he fills me. “God damn you feel good, baby.”

“Lean back,” Dragon orders, and gives Skyhigh a shove so that he can straddle my ribs and settle that big cock between my breasts. He's already glistening and slick from having been in me, and when he grabs my tits in his big hands and pushes them together, he fucks them effortlessly. With each stroke, the big head pokes out, so close to my face that I can swipe my tongue over it. It tastes of him, me, and sex. So much sex.

Blackout disappears out of the room for a moment, but comes back with the jar of coconut oil I keep near the shower, already rubbing it into his cock. For a bit, he sits on the chair in front of the old dressing table and watches us, stroking himself slowly with long, languid movements. It's nice to look at, when I'm not watching Dragon's cock between my tits, or just losing myself in Skyhigh's powerful thrusts, but then he stands and comes closer.

“Can't just fucking watch from the cuck chair. Roll her over.” After a moment of obviously not wanting to relinquish mybreasts, Dragon moves to the side. Skyhigh, grinning with lewd anticipation, rolls the both of us around so suddenly that I yelp in surprise, only for it to change to a howl of pleasure as I find myself straddling him with his big cock inside me and my hands braced against his shoulders.

Skyhigh’s big blue eyes drop to my still swaying tits. “Fucking amazing. You're so goddamn hot, Willow. Fuck.” He jams his cock up into me with a grip like a vice on my hips, filling me up from below. I moan, a raw primal sound as I dig my fingers into his shoulders.

The bed shifts as Blackout climbs aboard, and I close my eyes trying to relax, knowing what's coming. God, I want it, I want all three of them at once, but getting started is a stretch.

He starts with a finger—his thumb, I think—spreading the oil around, making me all slippery. The sensation of him running his fingertip around back there has me already groaning in anticipation. Maybe I'm getting more used to the idea. Though I can't imagine I'll ever get so used to it that it doesn’t feel like a stretch. Most people never do this, but here I am, in love with three bikers who love to share me. He pushes his fingertip inside, drawing a sudden gasp. The tingles are still there, but more intense. And the deeper he goes and the faster he pulls out and pushes in, the lower I moan, the harder I clutch Skyhigh, and the closer I get to having my first orgasm already.

Look at me being spoiled. Before I met them, I thought of sex as something that felt good but was more for men, and now I'm waiting on my first climax, knowing there'll be plenty more where that came from.

A sudden second finger sliding into my ass pulls me right out of my musing, forcing me to pay attention. It's all slicked uplike the first one, but with two, the stretch is more challenging. Makes me groan louder. And then, once I'm taking that easily enough, the fingers go away, and I know what's coming next.

Other than me, of course.

Blackout's thick cock opens me, stretching me around him, made even thicker by having Skyhigh in my pussy, who hasn't softened one bit while he's been waiting. I grit my teeth and push back against them as Blackout works himself all the way in. And then slides out, then back in, and out. Faster. And when I nod, Skyhigh moves again too, both of them rocking together, each at their own tempo and rhythm. Sometimes they rock me together, sometimes they’re opposite, one in and one out. All I know is that it's all amazing, and that they've got me mewling and panting like a thirsty kitten in no time.

“Give me your arms.” Blackout catches both of them by the wrist and carefully twists them behind my back so he can hold both in one hand. “Okay?”

I gasp out a “Yes.” I'm no gymnast, but that angle I can manage fine. And I know how he loves his women restrained in some way, even if we're not using cuffs or spreader bars. At least not this time. Maybe I need to do a little online shopping.

Dragon kneels in front of me, presenting his cock to my mouth, and I swallow him eagerly. For the first time ever, I'm taking all three of them at once, and it's a sensory overload. So much bare skin, hard muscle and so many curious fingers, exploring me all over while I do my best to satisfy all of them. And they do their best to satisfy me.

My core is on fire, my skin tingles all over, and my heart thunders like I'm running a marathon. I'm being fucked in threedirections, and like a geyser getting hotter and hotter right under the surface, I finally boil over.

With a scream around Dragon's cock, I come, arching into Skyhigh as my whole body goes taut, flexing around him and Blackout both. I try to keep moving against them, but I lose control. My eyes roll back as that now familiar surge starts deep in my belly and erupts, pouring boiling hot lava into every little extremity. I swear my fingertips and tippy toes are coming. A sheet of pure white drops like a stage curtain over my vision and I struggle against Blackout's steel grip, going nowhere, even as I'm flying. And my orgasm refuses to stop as they keep fucking me, stimulating me everywhere they touch, right up until I collapse limp between them, completely, blissfully used up.

“Oh fuck,” Blackout groans as he swells in my ass and loses his own battle. He pulses, his cock flexing over and over. And he's not even done before Skyhigh follows. With the both of them filling me with all that is them, a series of aftershocks courses through me, making me twitch and moan. Blackout slips out and rolls off with a groan, with me following him, sliding off Skyhigh's thickness. We're all worn out, all except Dragon, who's watching us with his cock in hand.

I spread my legs and lick my lips. “You too,” I whisper, exhausted, but wanting all of them to finish in me. To make that connection with all of them tonight.

“You sure?”

“If you don’t think it’s gro?—”

He wastes no time fitting his hips between mine and driving home. “If sex isn’t at least a little gross, you’re fucking doing it wrong,” he whispers in my ear. I laugh, throwing my armsaround his neck and enjoying being totally soaking wet, with my own juices and full of Skyhigh's cum. Dragon doesn’t care, just pins me down and fucks me, filling the room with the wet sounds of eager sex.

He takes it slow, mouth at my neck and heavy body pinning me to the bed as he coaxes a second orgasm out of me, and when he’s finally ready, he comes, groaning deep and pulsing as he fills me.

I'm completely, happily, fucked out.

For a while, we all just lie there, four of us in a bed meant for two at the most, breathing like we’re all drowning, just waiting for our will to move to return.

“God, I'm a mess,” I whisper. “A blessed, satisfied, absolutely exhausted, happy mess.”

“So now what?” Blackout asks. “Shower?”

“But showers always lead to sex.”

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