Page 101 of The Riders’ Reign

“You’re filthy,” Rook comments.

“Don’t you just know it.” Ace smacks Rook’s ass hard, the slap echoing around the room.

“Aah, fuck, man,” Rook protests.

“Don’t get me going. You know what happened at the hazing.”

Rook throws him a scowl. “We don’t talk about that.”

I want to press them for details, but I also respect their privacy. What happened between them before I was on the scene is their business, and Rook has made it clear often enough that he doesn’t want to talk about it. Maybe one day, I will get the story, but it needs to come from them spontaneously. I imagine I could get Ace to tell me easily enough, but that would feel like a betrayal of Rook.

“I don’t care who fucks me, or in which order, as long as one of you fills me up with your dick immediately.” I drag our focus back to here and now.

“At your service, ma’am,” Ghost says, climbing onto the bed and positioning himself behind me.

The head of his cock presses to my pussy, and he gives me no time to get used to his invasion before he rams himself deep. My back arches, and I let out a groan of pleasure. God, he feels so good. Even better is that all the others are naked and masturbating at the sight of Ghost fucking me, hard, taking no prisoners. It doesn’t take long for my climax to build. I was already on the edge with them fingering me, and now I’m teetering.

I fist the sheets. “Oh, God. I’m going to come. I’m so close.”

Ghost growls from behind me. “You’re going to come so many times tonight, you’ll leave your own body.”

“Yes, yes, please.”

I fall, hard and fast, and my inner walls tighten as pleasure washes over every nerve ending.

Ghost must be able to feel me squeezing him. “Fucking hell,” he yells.

He rams into me and lets out a guttural groan, holding himself deep. His cock jerks, and my pussy fills with his cum.

He slides out of me and is immediately replaced by Rook.

“We can’t let too much of this drip out of you if we’re going to completely fill you up,” he says as he slides in, replacing the feel of Ghost’s cock inside me with his own.

My eyes roll with pleasure. How did I get so lucky?

Rook takes it a little slower. With Ghost’s cum already inside me, and my pussy drenched from my first orgasm, I’m impossibly slippery and wet.

“Christ, you feel so good,” he says. “But I want more.”

He pushes his thumb inside my ass, and every sensation steps up a notch. All my focus is between my thighs, and I know I’m going to fall over that edge again. It feels almost impossible at this point, my body wringing with sweat, my pussy so wet with Ghost’s offering that it’s squelching with every thrust.

“Oh, Rook. Oh, my⁠—”

I shatter again, and he groans as my pussy wrings him dry.

Ace is next, and he practically throws Rook off me before he flips me over, so I’m on my back, and hooks my feet over his shoulders. He stares down at my swollen, cum-dripping pussy, and, before he plugs me up with his dick, he dips his finger inside me, swirling around in the mix of Ghost and Rook’s mess.

“After we get you pregnant,” he says, almost thoughtfully, “and we see your body grow ripe with our baby, we’re not going to be able to keep our hands off you. Your tits are going to get big and swollen, with fat nipples just perfect for sucking. You know pregnant women come harder than most because there’s so much extra blood going to your pussy, so it’s even more sensitive. Your clit is going to be throbbing if we so much as blow on it.” To demonstrate, he does exactly that. He ducks down, blowing a stream of cool air over the most responsive part of me.

I squirm and lift my hips, eager for more.

“You like that, huh? How about I play with your clit while I fuck you?”

“Yes,” I manage to blurt.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, please, Ace. Play with my clit while you fuck me.”