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I felt his fist in my hair, a pleasurable sting of pain as T-Bone's mouth moved on to my ear.
“Proud of you, Grudgie,” he whispered, the words meant for me alone. “You were brave to tell her.”
Right then, I felt a wet, silky heat envelope the head of my cock, and T-Bone smothered my moan with another kiss. Kyrie's slow descent on me was nothing short of the most blissful torture I'd ever felt. I fisted the sheets at my sides, fighting the urge to snap my hips up. She paused halfway down, rising up again until just the head remained inside. When she lowered again, the most delicious pressure surrounded my cock on all sides, and I couldnotget enough.
“Lean on me. Easy, there you go.” Dyno soothed her as she paused again, his hand coming around to stroke her clit, and by extension, my shaft.
“I'm okay,” Kyrie panted. “Just still catching my breath.”
“You put in some work riding this face.” T-Bone gave an affectionate tug on my beard. “Is our little lady ready for an assist yet?” He ran an indulgent hand up her body, rolling his palm over a breast before closing that hand around her throat. He waited for a beat, gauging her response.
Kyrie's mouth parted on a gasp. Her eyes pleaded as her head tilted, lips reaching for contact. T-Bone gave it to her, holding her trapped between him and Dyno while she impaled herself on me.
I watched her hands move, saw the edge of a naughty smile while the guys were distracted with kissing her. Kyrie reached forward and back, taking a cock in each hand and gave them a stroke.
“Fuuuck,” the two of them said together.
Our shy girl was getting bolder by the day. Kyrie's pleased grin made it clear that this side of her had been dying to come out. She wassoright for us, and I felt secure in including myself in that now. This woman deserved the world, and somehow, three fucked up bikers knew exactly how to give her everything she needed.
She started doing a little bounce on me while turning the two of them into putty in her hands. We were all enraptured by her. No one made a sound while she worked the three of us, except for the occasional kiss and our rough breaths.
Dyno was the first to break out of the spell she’d put us under. He grabbed the nape of her neck and turned her head to kiss her forcefully. “I can’t fucking take it anymore,” he growled before pressing down on her back. “I need to be inside you.”
Kyrie’s chest pressed to mine as Dyno leaned her down, a smile on her lips as they moved over mine. She was mine to kiss again, mine to stare at and adore. Her kisses were punctuated with soft moans and gasps while Dyno played with her ass. It didn’t take long before she got louder, her hips rocking back and forth. She pressed up to her hands and crashed her pelvis down, rocking and grinding as she chased her release.
T-Bone came in from the side, sliding his fingers down her belly to that spot that would set her off. “Come for us like a good girl,” he said in her ear.
The result was instant and incredible. Her body locked up with a sharp cry, and she shuddered as the orgasm rippled through her. I saw the whites of her eyes, and the way her pussy convulsed around me threatened to undo me.
Kyrie slumped against my chest again, her skin warm and dewy with sweat. I ran my hands along her sides and she shivered. When she looked up at me, spent and flushed, I brought my hands in front of my face to sign,“Good girl.”
Her grin stretched wide and she nuzzled my neck. T-Bone dropped a kiss in the center of her back, then smoothed his hand from her nape to her ass. “That’s our good girl.”
Kyrie sighed decadently, and I swore she melted over me even more.
“Is your ass ready for me, gorgeous?” Dyno petted her back with one hand, smirking while his other hand continued to play with her. “You look so relaxed.”
“Is yours ready for me?” T-Bone asked him, smacking Dyno’s ass once before moving to kneel behind him.
“Yeah, should be oil around here somewhere. Check under the bed.”
Kyrie burst out laughing at that. “You guys keep lube in theguestbedroom?”
“We’re three dudes who fuck, we got it stashed everywhere.”
T-Bone found it in the nightstand drawer, and the guys returned to their positions. Kyrie remained prone on my chest as Dyno began a careful entry into her backside.
“You tell me if I’m hurting you,” he told her sternly. “This should not hurt. Don’t feel like you have to muscle through it.”
I hugged around Kyrie’s back, kissing my way from her shoulder to her neck in hopes of relaxing her. She hummed and sighed out a deep breath, nuzzling into me some more. I felt her smile against my neck as I finger-spelledrelaxagainst her skin.
“I could feel you sign on me all day,” she said dreamily. “I love how you touch me, Grudge.”
What I would give to just tell her the same thing, right at that moment. I kissed her instead, hoping it got the meaning across. She seemed to understand, kissing me back just as intently with that sweet tongue sweeping into my mouth. I remembered how it felt on my cock and groaned, rolling my hips up to sink even deeper into her pussy.
I felt the moment Dyno pressed into her ass. Kyrie froze with a sharp gasp, and her slick walls seemed to hug around me even tighter.
“Pain?” Dyno asked.
