Chapter 8
8
Diesel
I ’m buried deep inside Robyn, so is Knox. Jagger’s down her throat, while her hands are bound. I’ve got a prime view of her glorious, plump ass, her creamy skin and soft curves making my blood sing. Her long, dark hair flows down her back and over her shoulders in a curly cascade, and her pussy is so slick, so hot, it’s heavenly.
“Oh, God,” Robyn’s guttural cry is perfectly synchronized with a clench.
“She’s coming again,” Knox warns, grinning like a demon as he digs his fingers into her hips and forces her to move.
“Fuck,” I hiss as I thrust into her.
I don’t want this to end. There’s no point in a life without Robyn—I see it clearly now, and it both scares and excites the hell out of me.
“That’s a good girl,” Knox growls as he plants his heels into the floor and starts driving into her. Harder and faster, making her full breasts bounce.
I bring my hand around her hips. I find her clit glazed and engorged, and I feel her tightening around me. She’s about to come again, and I am going to help her because I want to join her.
My mind is completely blank.
“That’s it!” Jagger gasps and grabs her by the back of the head. “FUCK!” He shoots his load down her throat, and she drinks him whole.
I’m next, grunting like a beast as I release myself. I fill her with my seed, letting the heat move from my body to hers. Every thrust is like a breath of fresh air, every move building up to this endless bliss.
I hold her tight as Knox joins us, pumping her full of him.
“You were fucking made for us,” he says, holding on to her hips as he gives her everything he’s got. I feel him pulsating inside her. I feel her pussy clenching, her orgasm rumbling through and dissolving into a honey-like afterglow.
I plant a kiss on Robyn’s bare shoulder. “We can’t un-ring this bell now, darling,” I tell her.
“Oh, but I only want you to ring it again, baby,” she says, looking up at me.
Fucking hell. She’s hungry.
I’ve never met a woman like her before. Sure, we’ve had our share of curious and adventurous ladies. Some were genuine, others were paid to entertain our passion. But Robyn… Knox is right. She was designed for us. Made for us. And it’s a dangerous thought to have in these treacherous times.
We’re falling.
Hard and deep.
It will either make us or break us.