46. Camile
CAMILE
Our wedding is huge.
I never imagined I’d have a wedding of this size, filled with so many people I love.
My family are here, and of course, the whole of the MC, plus loads from Jack’s old chapter.
Half of Verona Falls University were invited, including all my friends, and the dean, Nataniele.
Even Beau from the other MC has attended with some of his guys.
There’s zero animosity and everyone is just here to help us celebrate and have a good time.
I ended up with two beautiful bridesmaids in Mackenzie and Ophelia, and Vani agreed to be my maid of honor.
My brother walked me down the aisle—though admittedly there was some grumbling at the fact four men were waiting at the other end for me—with Mom gazing at me adoringly, and the whole thing went perfectly.
We partied the rest of the day and night away, and Jack even danced with my mom.
Now we’re back at my house, which we’re all sharing as a base until the place Jack has commissioned is finished.
It’s away from the main buildings on the compound and is up on the hill with gorgeous views on one side, and the trees on the other.
We’ll have our privacy there, while still having the security of the compound.
“As beautiful as this dress looks,” Jack growls, “I’ve been thinking about tearing it off you all night.”
My men all look gorgeous, too. They’ve forgone their faded denim and t-shirts for tailored pants and smart shirts, the collars undone.
But they’ve kept a biker edge, and they’re wearing their heavy biker boots, instead of polished dress shoes, with their cuts thrown over their shoulders.
They look smart, but still like themselves, which I love.
A heavy pulse of desire thumps through me. “You have?”
Ghost takes a step closer. “We all have.”
Ace bends and scoops me up, throwing me over his shoulder. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, wife.”
I squeal and thump on his shoulder, but it’s only half-hearted. I can’t wait for them to ravage me.
“Now you’re our wife,” he says as he walks, “I think it’s time we put a baby in your belly.”
He reaches the bedroom and tosses me on the bed. In an instant, I’m surrounded by them. My four husbands, their eyes heated with hunger and darkened with arousal.
“You do?” I gaze around at them. “But who will do it?”
Ghost lifts his chin. “We all will. One after the other. We’re going to fill you up.”
Jack lets out a growl. “Would you like us to give you that, Baby-girl? To fill you up with so much cum, your body will swell with it?”
I stifle a gasp and my core tightens. “Oh, yes, please. I want that.”
He shakes his head slowly. “It’s all got to go in one hole though. Do you think your pussy can handle that? We’re going to have to take turns, filling you up. It’s going to be fucking dripping out of you by the time we’re done.”
My pussy pulses and clenches at the thought.
Ace bites his lower lip as he stares down at me. “You’re going to have to lie there like a filthy slut, legs apart, and just let us take our turns with you, one man after the other.”
My skin rises in goosebumps at his words. “I can do that. I can be your filthy slut.”
I love playing this way with them, and they make me feel safe in it. Not judged and like I have to be the goody two shoes I always was before. I lick my lips, and Jack literally growls in response.
Together, they descend on me, undoing the corset style back and the zipper of my dress and slipping me out of it. I’ve deliberately worn super sexy, cream lace underwear, including stockings and a garter, and I love the way their heated gazes roam over me.
“Wow,” Rook breathes.
My cheeks flush.
“As gorgeous as you look, Baby-girl,” Jack says, “there is nothing more beautiful than your bare skin, so we’re going to have to get you completely naked.”
I throw him a flirtatious smile. “If I’m stripped down, then it’s only fair that you have to be, too.”
He glances back at the others. “Fair?”
Ace and Rook both nod eagerly, and Ghost gives a half smile. They slip off their cuts, their fingers going to the buttons of their shirts and pants, their feet kicking off their boots.
Holy shit. There are so many muscles and tattoos and erections surrounding me, I hardly know where to look.
“Now your turn,” Jack rumbles.
I unhook my stockings and slowly roll each one down my leg and off the end of my toes.
Then I roll my panties down but leave the garter belt in place.
Finally, I get to my knees on the bed, and unhook my bra, giving a little shimmy as I slide the straps down my arms, and toss it to one side.
My nipples crinkle and tighten at the sensation of so many eyes on my skin, and my pussy floods with wetness.
“Face down,” Ghost commands. “Put that sexy ass in the air.”
I do as he says, burying my face in the mattress and tucking my knees under me so my ass is on show for them. I’ve made sure my knees are spread, opening my pussy to my men.
Ace joins me on the bed, keeping to one side so as not to block the view.
“This pussy is about to take so many cocks.” He trails a finger lazily down my slit, tracking my wetness. “It’s so eager, too. Feel how wet it already is.” He’s talking to the others, and they move in as well.
Suddenly, I have strong, rough hands all over me, tracing my pussy, dipping inside me, smoothing over my ass cheeks and thighs, circling my back hole. I don’t know whose hand is where, and fuck, it’s erotic as hell.
I almost bite my own arm to stop myself from begging for them to take me, hard and rough. I’m too turned on to need foreplay, as the entire day has been that for me, with them shooting me yearning, ravenous looks all through the wedding and after.
One finger presses inside me, then two, and oh, God, three. They pump in and out, getting me ready to take them. All of them.
I risk glancing around, and they’re all focused on me while touching themselves. Their big hands on their even bigger cocks, stroking, squeezing, precum leaking and dark purple heads swollen.
“I need someone inside me, now,” I gasp.
“I’m going last, Baby-girl,” Jack tells me. “I want my cum to wash out all the others.”
“Not fair,” Ace grumbles. “He does come like a hose.”
I giggle. “I’m not sure it works like that. I’ll still have all of you in me.”
Jack purses his lips. “It doesn’t matter which of us gets you pregnant. This baby will still be all of ours. Luckiest kid in the world, having four dads.”
I won’t be getting pregnant right now, though I won’t spoil their fantasy.
I’m still on birth control. After all, we’ve been to hell and back, and I think we need some time to get over that and adjust to this new normal between us before we rush into babies.
Maybe in the next couple of years, we’d like to start a family, but for now, this is pure fantasy.
“I want to go first,” Ghost says, “so I can watch the rest.”
“Someone fuck me already.” I wiggle my ass at them. “Stop keeping me waiting.”
“Fine, but I’m going after Ghost,” Rook says.
Ace waggles his eyebrows. “That makes me third. I’m looking forward to fucking into Rook’s and Ghost’s cum.”
“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.