Page 29 of Courting the Consequences

He pulled away before she could get to work, though. “Uh-uh,” he smirked. He pushed off her and stood up. He quickly undid his jeans and shoved them down along with his boxers. He grabbed her thighs and yanked her down the mattress until her ass was at the edge. He pulled her thighs far apart and lined up his cock.

He slammed home in one quick thrust before she could even move.

Her eyes rolled back and she moaned loudly.

“God, this pussy is so wet,” he breathed as he set a brutal pace. “Derrick treat you right in that bar bathroom?” he asked.

“Yes, so good,” she moaned.

He smirked. “You liked Johnny fingering you in the bar for anyone to see?”

She gasped and nodded. “So good.”

“Such a dirty little whore,” he crooned and fucked her harder.

She cried out at the snap in his hips but didn’t object.

“You gonna be our little slut tonight?” he asked.

“Yes,” she panted. “Fuck yes.”

He smirked. “Going to let us fuck you in every hole? Take this perfect fucking ass?” He laid a hard smack to her ass.

She cried out and arched against him. He quickly regained his grip on her hips and held her in place.

“You going to choke on a cock tonight, baby, while one of us fucks this ass and rails this pussy?” he continued.

Her whole body convulsed around him, shaking and spasming as her orgasm rolled over her. He groaned and rode her through it until she was a whimpering mess beneath him. Only then did he finally let himself go and shoot his load deep in her sopping cunt.

He laughed and leaned down to kiss her. “You liked the sound of that,” he said.

Her blush was immediate and covered her face and chest in a deep red. She looked away, and he grabbed her face and pulled her back to look at him.

“It’s fucking hot that you like dirty talk so much, baby. Don’t be ashamed. And don’t be ashamed of what happens tonight. You are not a whore or a slut. You are a fierce woman who enjoys sex. Don’t be embarrassed by that.”

Her smile was shy and tentative. “How are you so amazing?” she asked, her voice soft. She rubbed a hand over his cheek, her hand grazing over his day-old growth of stubble.

His heart skipped a beat in his chest. His eyes crinkled as he looked down at her. “You’re the amazing one, baby,” he murmured and pressed a kiss to her lips. “The fact that you haven’t gone running for the hills yet or kicked me to the curb is amazing.”

She frowned slightly; a wrinkle appeared between her brows. “I wouldn’t,” she shook her head. “I know this is new still, but these feelings—I’ve never felt like this about someone before,” she said slowly, her eyes darting between his.

He kissed her again. “I feel the same, baby,” he said against her lips.

“What about Johnny and Derrick? Won’t you get jealous if I’m with one of them and not you?” Her concern made his heart sing.

“No, baby. Sure, we’ll have some brotherly competition and rivalry going, to see who can make you come first.” He smirked and she blushed. “But it’s just in good fun. I meant it when I said we share everything. It just works for us. If one of us can’t be there for you, we feel better knowing our brother can be.”

She looked pensive so he kissed her again.

Kara was a mess by the time they pulled into the clubhouse yard. She had skipped the panties, per orders from Devil, and then Kevin had rifled through her toy drawer before they left her bedroom to find the stainless steel butt plug with a pink jewel on the end. He had grinned wickedly when he pulled it out, and she’d blushed immediately but nodded. She knew by the end of the night she would sleep with all three of them, so she might as well get relaxed in advance.

Dressed in ripped blue jeans with a seam that sat right onher seam, she had laughed thinking of Derrick. The vibrations from the Harley only added to the experience; she wouldn’t be surprised if she had soaked through her jeans by the time she slid off the bike. She had been so close to coming on the drive over.

She found herself feeling happy and free for the first time in a long time. She felt more alive and like her old self than she had in years. Sexy and flirty. Her hair was down, and she’d tied a bandanna over the top to try to prevent the wind from knotting it, but she had enjoyed it flying in the breeze.

Kevin pulled up to a long row of bikes outside a long building. He parked near the front of the lineup, in a spot that was left open for him by the looks of it.

When he shut the engine off, she removed her helmet but otherwise didn’t move. He glanced over his shoulder at her and smirked. “How you doing, baby?”

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