Chapter Seventeen #4
No, Bailey thought, and redoubled her efforts on Ava’s clit, determined to make the other woman come. She wouldn’t let herself get distracted, wouldn’t let whatever the guys did divert her from her goal of— Oh, my fucking god!
Bailey’s entire body froze when T sank his dick into her.
He must have used a veritable fuck-ton of lube, because he slid in with zero resistance, but holy shit, it felt like someone had just shoved their fucking arm up her cunt.
She was so full there was no room for anything else, not breath, not pain, not even thoughts. There was just dick—a lot of it.
“Fucking hell, that’s good pussy,” T declared.
“Good ass, too,” Sawyer chimed in.
“She’s a good little slag,” Ava agreed. “Or she would be, if she’d get back to licking my fucking cunt.”
“Give her a second,” T suggested. “She’s stuffed with about two feet of dick, you know.”
Ava snorted. “You wish.”
Bailey shook her head, rubbing her face against Ava’s pussy. She wanted to tell them not to wait, that giving her time to adjust was useless. There was no adjusting to this, no getting used to or easing into it. There is no try, she thought wildly, only do or not do.
“Ooh, I’m getting some action.”
“Fuck me,” Bailey mumbled into her cunt.
“You say something, love?”
“I think she said ‘fuck me’,” Sawyer said.
“You want them to fuck you, little tart?” Ava asked.
In response, Bailey licked her clit.
“She licked my clit. I think that means yes. Do it again if that means, yes, love.”
Bailey did it again.
“That’s definitely a yes.”
“There’s a slut for you,” Sawyer said. “T, I can’t move much, so it’s on you.”
“How you want it?”
“The slut wants to get fucked, so fuck her.”
“Happy to,” T said cheerfully, and suited actions to words.
He didn’t hammer like Sawyer had, but sawed in and out of her swollen, aching pussy at a steady, grinding pace that once again scattered her focus and blanketed her mind with sensation.
She didn’t bother fighting it, knew there was no point, but she wanted with an almost desperate fervor to make Ava come, so she put all her effort, all her concentration into making that happen.
“Oh, love, you are so good at this,” Ava hummed, rocking her pussy against Bailey’s face. “Keep that up and I’m going to come all over your slutty face.”
“Probably should’ve warned her you’re a squirter,” T said with a laugh.
“Fuck that, sluts get what they get. Oh, yeah, right there, keep going, fuck yes, there, there, there.” Ava ground down, pushing her cunt hard into Bailey’s face, her movements going jerky and uncoordinated with the race to orgasm.
Bailey, knowing it was all Ava now, just kept her tongue out and stiff, and hung on for the ride.
“Yes, yes, yes,” Ava said, chanting it under her breath like a prayer, then she screamed it, “Yes!” and her body froze for half a heartbeat.
Then, with Ava jerking and spasming like she’d been electrocuted, Bailey’s mouth was flooded with what seemed like an ocean of fluid.
Salty-sweet, it overflowed her mouth to cover her face, soak into her hair, and run in streams onto Sawyer below her.
“Fuck, Ava,” Sawyer complained. “I’m going to need a shower, now.”
T let out a delighted laugh, still fucking Bailey—he’d never stopped. “I never get tired of seeing that.”
“I never get tired of doing it,” Ava managed, and spent, sagged onto Bailey. “Here, take her legs.”
A new pair of hands grabbed Bailey by the ankles, and Ava shifted clumsily off her to collapse on the bed beside them. “Fuck, love, that was amazing.”
Bailey licked her lips, tried to say thank you. But her jaw was numb, and without the distraction of eating Ava to orgasm, fatigue was starting to set in.
“Now that that’s out of the way,” T said, and Bailey looked up at him with exhausted eyes. His were dark, gleaming. “You ready, Sawyer?”
“I been fuckin’ ready.”
T shifted, rising from his knees to the balls of his feet in a deep squat, pushing her knees back at the same time. “On your go, brother.”
Bailey felt Sawyer lift under her, bracing his feet on the mattress once again. Then her eyes widened when she felt his arms come up around and behind her head in a full Nelson, forcing her body into a half crunch. “Let’s do it.”
“Oh, shit,” she managed, and then she couldn’t speak at all because they were fucking her like it was their job.
It was their job.
That wild thought almost made her laugh, would’ve made her laugh, but what little breath she had left her lungs on scream when they began to pound her without mercy.
Sawyer slamming into her ass, T in her cunt, dicks hammering, balls slapping, ravaging her holes with an almost violent purpose, like they were bent on destroying them, destroying her, and it was so visceral, so goddamn primal that it unlocked something in her brain.
And roaring free, it hurtled her into a fourth orgasm.
It ripped through her with brutal force, tearing a scream from her throat while she thrashed and jerked and writhed. They pounded her through it, the savagery of it pushing her deeper, higher, further, and she screamed again, a Valkyrie’s cry.
She was still coming, still screaming, when they stiffened and held themselves deep, emptying themselves inside her.