Page 82 of The Riders’ Reign

“Baby-girl, yes, I want to watch, but also, if I tried to fuck your pussy with another man in it, I’d break you.”

“Really?” Ace seems skeptical.

“It’s huge,” Camile mouths.

Ace still looks unconvinced. Of course, I’ve seen Ace’s dick… and more, and he’s packing a lot, but if the prez is even more hung, then, well...

Jack gets to his feet, unbuttons his jeans and pushes them down. He’s not wearing any underwear, and, holy fuck, when his cock slaps his t-shirt covered stomach it’s hard not to stare. Not only is it absolutely massive, but it’s pierced, too. I have to remind myself this is our club president.

“Well, shit.” Ace scratches his chin. “Okay, yep, you can’t take her at the same time without us working her up to it for sure.” He bursts out laughing. “Jesus, Jack, never knew you were carrying a weapon zipped in your pants, hardware and all.”

Camile gives a small shiver. “It feels so good inside me.”

Jack moves to put himself away again, but she pouts. “If you won’t join in, at least let me look at it while they take me.” She licks her lips and purrs. “It’s too spectacular to hide away.”

He considers her words and retreats to lean against the tree, but standing this time. Slowly, he strokes his monstrous cock, almost obscene in its size, and watches as those of us still wearing clothes undress as fast as we can.

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GHOST

I’m so fucking wet at my tip as I pump out copious amounts of pre-cum. I hope it will lubricate my way if I’m taking her ass again. I doubt anyone thought to bring any lube.

“Why don’t we change it up this time?” Ace suggests. “I could take your ass, pretty girl, and Ghost and Rook your pussy.”

I consider how I feel about the offer and realize I’m fine with it, if Camile is.

“I don’t care who goes where just so long as you fuck me,” Camile whines from the picnic blanket. “I’m getting desperate here.” She spreads her thighs, exposing her puffy, wet pussy as though to make a point.

God, the woman is horny. Good thing, too, with four ravenous men to satisfy.

Heart pounding with anticipation and a little anxiety, I lie down on the rug as Rook does the same. We assume the same position as Rook and Ace did last time—face to face, with our legs hooked over each other—because it’s the easiest if we want to make this work for Camile.

It does mean I have to get way closer to Rook than I ever imagined, but that’s okay. I’m secure in my sexuality. I’m not into guys, but I’m not homophobic in any way, and the idea of us both being inside Camile at the same time is fucking mind blowing. This time, I want to be able to see her pussy stretch around us, and her expression as she struggles to take us all. As she straddles me, I grab her and make sure she’s facing me. The minute Ace gets involved, Rook won’t be able to see much except Ace’s allegedly non-hairy ass. I almost feel sorry for Rook, but since he’s technically still the lowest in rank, he goes where we say.

With our balls practically touching, I grab hold of Rook’s cock and wrap my hands around us both, wanting to be the one in control here.

“Go on then, Baby-girl, show me what you can do.” Jack’s voice is strained and gruff, and, as she spreads her legs wider and slowly, oh-so-slowly, sinks down on our cocks, he murmurs, “Fuck.”

I draw in a breath and close my eyes for a few seconds, relishing the feel of her wet heat enveloping the head of my dick. The two of us stretch her, but she’s so tight that it means she squeezes our cocks together, too. The sensation of having both dick and pussy against my erection is almost too much, but I don’t want to make a fool of myself like I did by coming in my pants, so I grit my teeth and hold myself back.

“Oh, God,” Camile cries as she lowers herself farther, throwing her head back. The movement thrusts her tits forward, and I take full advantage by covering them with my palms, and pinching her nipples.

“Pull them harder,” Jack orders.

I twist and pull her nipples, and she contracts around us in response. This girl’s body was made for us. She’s so fucking perfect. My heart swells with love for her as she finally seats herself on us, both of our dicks wrapped in her heat from base to tip.

“Holy shit, you feel amazing, Cami.” Rook has his hands on her waist, holding her as she moves slowly back up, before sinking down.

A voice comes from above us. “Don’t forget to make a little room for Ace.”

I snort. “Oh, Lord, he’s talking about himself in third person now.”

Ace swings his dick around like an elephant trunk. “I need lube. What can I use?”

“There’s salad dressing in the picnic basket,” Rook suggests. “It’s got oil in it…”

“Absolutely not.” Camile shakes her head. “I’m not having an ass that smells like French dressing.”