Page 29 of Reconciling the Consequences

Arms locked around her rib cage, holding her tight. Her eyes snapped open and she looked down just as Derrick slid a third finger into her cunt. “Goddamn.” Kevin groaned behind her.

“Such a greedy pussy.” Derrick smirked.

She wasn’t given time to speak before a naked cock bobbed in her face and nudged at her lips. She barely opened before it slid into her mouth. She opened wide and sucked it in. Looking up, she saw Johnny smirk down at her from where he knelt on the couch next to them. He rested his hand on her head. “Be a good cock slut and suck.”

She sucked him down and closed her eyes. Derrick removed his fingers from her cunt and she whined, missing them already. He stood up and leaned over her and Kevin, one hand bracing on the back of the couch while the other guided the head of his cock into her pussy alongside Kevin’s.

She groaned and tried to arch her back as he pressed inside her, but the arm banded around her belly held her still—the twinge of pain in her ribs only added to the pleasure. Johnny’s hand on her head fisted her hair and pushed her down on his dick, distracting her. He only let up when she started to gag, and then he only pulled her back briefly.

“Needy fucking skank. Fucking begging to be fucked by three men,” Kevin goaded.

“Fucking hell, baby girl.” Derrick hissed as he pushed into her cunt further.

“Shit.” Kevin hissed too.

She tensed up as it all became too much.

“Don’t tense baby,” Kevin immediately said. “Shhh, just relax.” His fingers slid down her belly, pressing between her and Derrick, and circled her clit. She forced herself to relax as much as she could between them with Johnny’s cock down her throat.

Johnny petted her hair and kept his thrusts extremely shallow.

“Fuck, that’s it.” Derrick moaned. “So good, baby girl.”

They worked out a rhythm and worked her body over. Fingers played with her clit and nipples, flicking and pinching and rolling her into a body-numbing orgasm. She screamed around Johnny’s cock as her body shook with pleasure.

Johnny cussed a moment later before pulling out of her throat and painting her tits with his cum. “Look at this skank.” Johnny growled as she was thoroughly debased, leaning back against Kevin’s chest, cum dripping from her tits.

With a growl, Derrick pulled out of her cunt and came all over her tits as well; big globs of cum shot out over her body. “Fuck that’s hot.” Kevin groaned and shuddered behind her as he came deep inside her.

“Wanton little hussy.” Derrick chuckled. “Covered in cum. Bet you’re still not done yet, are you skank?”

Fingers toyed with her clit, pinching roughly. She gasped and shuddered as aftershocks from her orgasm rolled over her.

Kevin groaned as he slipped out of her cunt.

“We should keep this sloppy cunt full. Full of cock. Full of cum. That’s the only way this little slut will truly be happy, huh little skank? That what you need?” Derrick kept talking as he slid his hands through the mess on her chest and abdomen. He gathered the cum sprayed there and slid it downward. “Should I put all this extra cum in your cunt? Make you hold it inside you?”

His words were sending shock wave after shock wave through her core as his fingers also worked her clit in tandem. He gathered up his and Johnny’s spunk on his fingers and shoved them into her slick pussy. She cried out as he immediately circled and pressed on her G-spot and clit at the same time.

Kevin’s fingers found her nipples, and she whined and tried arching her back, but again he held her in place. Her orgasm ripped through her at an alarming speed, her vision spotting as she cried out in pleasure.

“There’s a good slut,” Derrick murmured and kissed her gently.

That was all she knew before she let the darkness claim her and drifted off into blissful sleep.

MarcosCandelawasmidstep, about to turn the corner into the main clubhouse barroom, when he heard the voices. “Where are we at with Mac Taylor?” the raspy voice of Devil’s Psychos President Larry “The Butcher” Buckley asked.

Marcos quickly stopped out of sight to listen in. When he heard the smooth and cultured voice of that suit that sometimes lurked around—the one who looked like his suit cost more than most people made in a month—he knew he made the right decision. “I’ve officially taken over the case. We’ll be able to get things moving here quickly. Where are you with that deal with the Snakes?”

The Snakes?He must mean those fucking Las Serpientes, the Hispanic gang that was slowly moving into Mourningside and wreaking havoc as they went. What the fuck was going on? The Psychos never did dealings with Las Serpientes. They were hated even more than the Ravager Knights were.

President Buckley was up to something dirty here. Why thefuckwas he conspiring with thissuitand the goddamned Las Serpientes?

“I hit a bit of a snag. I’m working on it, though. We’ll get it done,” Buckley promised.

Marcos narrowed his gaze as he listened. Was Buckley gonna bring this to the table for a vote? Was he making deals with Las Serpientes behind the club’s back? As VP, Marcos should be in the know, but in the last several months, Buckley had grown more and more withdrawn. He’d sometimes be seen pacing the loading docks and muttering to himself when he thought no one was around.

“See to it that it happens soon. I need Mac Taylor dead. Yesterday.” The smooth, cultured voice of the suit practically growled. “I didn’t go through the meticulous effort of framing King Taylor for decades just for shit to get fucking screwed up by some dipshit gangbangers.”

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