Page 128 of Rider Daddies
I nibble my lip and slide off the bed, making my way to the floor. I must say, naked on my knees is a new low for me, but I’d be lying if I said that this wasn’t turning me on.
All three of them stand naked over me with keen eyes, waiting to pleasure themselves even more…like my body isn’t enough.
But they probably want me to plead in my Italian accent, so I stare up at them with puppy eyes and clasp my hands together.
“Please.” I don’t even have to act. The pleading tone of my voice comes through naturally. It’s not fair that I’ve been made to do this right on the fucking edge of orgasm number two.
I look up at them. Holy hell. These are the kinds of men that sculptors would be inspired to make into statues. They’d have a whale of a time carving each individual groove of muscle, each defined ab.
It’s like I’m living inside of a renaissance painting.
One that would sell for millions.
I follow their defined torsos down to their groins, where three incredibly long pillars stand on end, throbbing. Even Ryder is back in action.
They’re so beautiful it hurts.
“Ryder, Ash, Saint.” Their names sound like syrup on my tongue. I’d repeat their names again and again, but I’m running out of time. My heart is already in overdrive. If my need isn’t met soon, I’ll combust.
“Please. Don’t torment me like this.”
They all look at me with a demonic spark in their eye.
I’ll add this to their long list of kinks.
“You know that I need you.” I look at all of them. “I belong to you.”
I expect Saint to bend me over backward and finish what he started, but Ash gets in first. He scoops me up from the floor and lays me out on the bed, lifting a leg to access me.
“Hey! What the fuck?” Saint pulls him off.
This is why I’m convinced that Ash is made of stone—he doesn’t even falter. He keeps his ground and aligns his dick up with my slit.
“Come here,” I say to Saint.
I fear that the arousal is starting to possess me.
Saint frowns.
“I won’t ask you again. If you want to finish in my mouth, you better get over here now.”
It would appear I’m not the only desperate one here. Saint is at my face in a heartbeat, directing his dick to my mouth.
The feral, unhinged side of me is unleashed. I suck on that thing like my life depends on it, coating each inch of him in my saliva.
As expected, he doesn’t last long.
My gag reflexes go numb, so I take as much of his length into my throat as possible and anticipate his release. I’m swallowing his cum when another cock starts to fill me downstairs.
Aren’t I a lucky girl?
I look up and see Ash fighting to hold off for as long as possible. He chokes and groans and makes more beautiful, masculine sounds, rushing me to yet another climax. I watch his body crash into mine until the edges of my vision disappear.
Orgasms are supposed to steal the breath from your lungs, but tonight they’ve done the complete opposite. My soul leaves my body and does a little victory dance.
And my body? I feel even more paralyzed than I was after the car crash.
On second thought, I feel possessed. My body has never spasmed this way before, limbs moving uncontrollably as pleasure shoots through me like a high-voltage electric current.
