35 #4
“Shit. Fuck.” Vision whiting out for a few blissful moments as that overwhelming pleasure swamps me, my thrusts completely lose any uniformity.
Sloppily, I make myself keep moving in and out of her, prolonging our pleasure for as long as possible.
“That’s right. Fuck. Give it to me, Vengeance.
Look at you cumming all over me. So beautiful.
” Blurry eyes managing to focus on the sight of my glistening cock with every backward motion, a drawn-out groan leaves me.
I’m bloody obsessed with the sight of her coating me.
“Cooper, Cooper . . .” she whispers hoarsely, and I’m pretty sure that just brought forth another orgasm mid-release, because holy shit I can’t stop spurting hot jets into her.
“Ezla—Vengeance,” I groan back brokenly, almost falling on top of her as the heat and ecstasy have me struggling to keep myself upright. “Oh, Jesus.” No clue which way’s up or down, but I thoroughly enjoy all the emotions and physical feelings as they blast through me without restraint.
When Ezla goes completely limp, I become utterly boneless with her, collapsing on top of her with a faint grunt, crushing her to the bed.
And I’m still bloody cumming. Grinding against her ass, I keep moving inside of her, more gently now, eyes sliding closed as she milks the last of my release from me.
And then finally, when the last drop leaves me, I fall completely motionless.
“Sorry, Vengeance,” I groan weakly. “I can’t fucking move.”
A short huff is all that leaves her in response, but she doesn’t complain, so I’m taking that as a good thing.
“I love you,” I mumble into her sweat-damp neck, inhaling her hot-cinnamon scent like it’s the oxygen I need to survive.
Nose nudging against her skin, chest hammering in gradually slowing beats, my quivering arm somehow manages to wake from the dead to smooth over her side in repetitive motions that I hope are relaxing.
“Scotty.” Tiger’s whispered word has my ears pricking up a tad, but I’m as relaxed as a human possibly can be, utterly blissed out, and I only let out a contented sigh into Ezla’s skin.
Until he continues as if he thinks no one else can hear him, “How long do you think I should wait before I ask for my turn? My dick hurts really bad, and only Ezzy is the cure.”
“We’re worn out, not deaf,” I mutter, burying my face further into the crook of HC’s neck.
I can almost feel his responding pout.
“Just a moment, Puppy. I will have you, Alby, and Tate next.”
“You will?” The question is asked by the three mentioned, Tiger’s an overjoyed, eager exclamation, Alby’s a mouse’s squeak, and Tate’s a ravenous rumble of gravelly syllables.
“Mhm . . . I will,” she half purrs, half sighs beneath me. “I will suck your cock, my beast.”
“Yeah? Fuck, I can’t wait,” he groans deliriously with a seemingly involuntary jerk of his body that tugs on his chain again. “Can’t fucking wait to feel that wet hole around me. Fuuuck.”
At this point, I’m half sure he’s about to orgasm from the thought alone.
“And I cannot wait to taste you,” she tells him, and the truth of that is in her mismatched eyes when they open to reveal newly blown-out pupils as I shift to better see her.
Grunting, his chain clanks as he abruptly jerks again in attempt to get to her. “You can taste me all you want, my Havoc. I’m so fucking hard for you. It might be difficult to take me in your sweet mouth, but you can do anything you put your mind to—my cock will be down your throat in no time.”
Scotty coughs into his fist before awkwardly rubbing at the back of his neck.
“His ego is far too big,” I mutter into Ezla as I rest my chin on her shoulder and slide my eyelids closed.
“It is not unfounded; he is an exceptionally well-endowed man.”
“I heard that, Havoc.” His already-deep voice lowers further. “Knew you liked my fat cock. And you take it so fucking good. Can’t wait to see your saliva dripping down it.”
“Am I not?” I huff like a bloody teenager.
Her light laugh has my head all airy and woozy from where I’d just managed to land myself back on earth. “Do not pout, my grumpy one. You are all generously equipped.”
Male pride fills me up, earning me another gorgeous piece of music from her, her body shaking subtly.
“Ohhhh, thank you, Ezzy,” Tiger gushes.
Shifting slightly beneath me, I immediately understand Ezla’s desire to get up. Luckily, I’ve regained enough energy to efficiently carry out her request, though a tremor still runs through my arms as I push myself up with my palms either side of her shoulders.
I’m thoroughly sated for once, emotionally and physically wrung out in the best kind of way, and I gently pull my softened cock from her.
The sight of my cum rushing from her and onto the sheets really fucking threatens to test that, but my body is in urgent need of a break.
I honestly think it’s emotional overwhelm, because I feel like I’m on top of the world right now, and it has my brain literal mush.
“Keep the harness on but free my wrists, would you, Cooper?”
“Of course, Vengeance.” Straddling her thighs, I quickly get to work on the knots between her wrists.
“E-Ezla?” an unsteady, tentative voice asks as I do.
“Yes, Puppet?” Ezla drawls without being able to see him in her current position.
“Can I . . . c-can I . . . uh . . .”
“Hmm?” she pushes, and I shake my head with a smile as I take in her own demon-styled one.
“CanIhaveyourbackside?” he tosses out in a jumbled mess.
“Of course, Puppet.” Then she looks at Scotty. “Grab some lube, would you?”