Page 91 of Gigi and the Gym Rats

Tomorrow we’ll find Grey and Casey.

Tonight, we’ll find each other.

Ronin pulls the thong aside now and his hand is there, between my legs, stroking me. His other hand is on my back pushing me forward so that I drop on all fours.

It puts me right in front of Zayne’s enormous cock. He has sat back on his heels on the bed and he’s stroking that monstrous erection. I see the loose skin at the base, like Ronin’s, this peculiarity of alpha cocks where their knot will inflate when they go into a rut.

It’s the biggest cock I’ve ever seen, and thinking back to the couple of nights we spent together two years back or so, he teased me with it from behind, and probably put just an inch or two inside. I never got a real good look at it back then. Never had it inside me fully.

Staring at it now, I wonder if it’s even possible for a beta to take in such an alpha cock. Even Zayne’s unreal six-pack and sexy hip grooves can’t pull my gaze away.

But Ronin distracts me, his fingers spreading my ass cheeks, his cock sliding between my legs, and it feels so good I rock back, trying to get more friction where I need it. His hands keep massaging my ass, and I’m clenching inside, clenching on empty, needing him.

“Are you ready for me?” he whispers, bowing over my back, bracing himself with one hand on the mattress, leaving his other hand free to tease one of my nipples, working it until I’m panting again and rocking back. “Yeah, I think you’re ready.”

Zayne is fisting his cock, eyes heavy-lidded, watching us, and he reaches out with one hand to lift my chin as Ronin pushes the head of his cock against my opening.

Watching my face as Ronin rocks his hips and thrusts inside.

My mouth falls open on a small cry as that massive cock slides into me, inch by inch, the flared head and then that girth marked by the silver bars. They slip into me, one by one, each one jolting me. It’s uncomfortable—he’s too long, too wide, too hard, too damn large—but at the same time so insanely pleasurable I think it’s frying my mind.

And all the while Zayne is observing my face, his eyes darkening more and more, his other hand working his cock. Precum is flowing down its sides, the scent of musk so strong it permeates my senses.

My mouth is full of water. I want to taste him, lick him like a lollipop, admittedly the largest lollipop ever seen. A breathless laugh leaves me, turning into a moan when Ronin thrusts deeper, his fingers tormenting my nipple.

God…

I’m poised on the edge of yet another release and this one is going to blow my mind.

God, Ron was right about the Jacob’s ladder.

He was right about a lot of things.

The feel of him over me, covering me with his body while fucking me into a release unlike any I’ve ever had, is almost too much.

And I keep waiting for Zayne to move closer, put his cock in my mouth, but he seems content to look for now.

“Ron,” I whisper as his thrusts rock my body, every one of them deep and perfect, hitting a spot inside me that makes me see stars, “Ron…”

I’m so close and his thrusts become faster. He doesn’t pull out much, just an inch or so, before slamming back in, again and again, until I cry out and fall apart.

It’s one of the deepest orgasms I’ve ever had in my life. It goes on and on and shakes every part of me. I feel it in my belly, in my back, in my head.

Heat spills inside me and dazedly I wonder if Ronin came or not. I’m clenching so hard around his cock I might break it.

Just when the tightening inside me eases, he thrusts again, starting another flurry of pleasurable spasms, and I distantly hear myself moaning as another, smaller release rushes through me.

What is this magic? He has a magic cock.

And now Zayne shifts closer, his big fist around his big cock, and his other hand lifts to twist in my hair. “Want my cock in your mouth?”

“Yes,” I whisper. I’m still full with Ronin’s cock, pleasure still shivering through me.

“Open up then and take it,” he says, “like a good girl.”

My entire body clenches at his words, tightening around Ronan’s cock. He curses, thrusting. Zayne’s teeth grit as he teases my slack mouth with the head of his cock.

Oh God, do I have a praise kink? More like I’m a praise whore, I think, opening my mouth and taking Zayne’s cock in. And I’m loving all this.

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