“Since I got me some old men!” she snapped back, shoving her face in Flame’s in a way that told me we’d done way too much good for her confidence.
Deciding to wade in before Ama found herself over her daddy’s knee for a spanking, and not the variety she’d grown to like from me, Saint, and Keys, I hustled over, grabbed her by the waist and dragged her back.
“You staked your claim, baby girl,” I told her, whispering the words in her ear.
“Damn right I did,” she snarled, glowering around the room, daring any clubwhores to look her straight in the eye.
My lips curved at the aggressive gesture, and I shook my head at Flame who actually had an expression on his face for once—surprise.
“What the fuck did you do to my daughter?” he grumbled as I hauled her away from Natalie who was whimpering into another brother’s cut.
“They did nothing, daddy,” she growled. “You taught me to fight for what’s mine. You think I’m gonna let some SLUT,” she hollered, “touch my man? You’re crazy.”
Lucie slipped her arm through Flame’s. “It’s a proud day.”
Flame rolled his eyes as Dagger laughed. “Only you’d be proud that our daughter is a hooligan.”
Lucie grinned as Ama huffed at the condemnation. “Better a hooligan than a wet flannel. You watch, none of these boys will stray. She’ll geld them first.”
“You bet your ass I will,” Ama snarled, and I reached up and rubbed her shoulders, before dipping down and nipping her throat in warning.
“That ass is mine. Don’t be giving it away,” Wolfe rumbled as he waded into the fray. “What have you done now, Lucifer?”
His old lady snorted and raised her hands in all innocence. “Wasn’t me. Was your hell spawn.”
His eyes narrowed at her before he turned to look at the mess Ama had made. There were bits of hair floating in the air, other strands lay against the sofa and floor. The coffee table in front of Keys—who’d slept through it all and was covered in hair too—was smashed, and about two dozen empty beer bottles had managed to crash into the ground as well.
“She’s hellspawn, ain’t she?” he declared proudly, then he ululated the words until every biker in the club roared it too: “Hellspawn!”
24
Ama
Two Years Later
When Keys’ cock tunneled inside my ass, I grunted, bowing my head and pressing it into Saint’s chest as the feeling of thickness overwhelmed me.
All my guys were above average in size, but having them inside my body at the same time felt like a huge fucking ask.
Still… I was working my way up to DVP.
I wasn’t sure when or if that would ever happen, but I’d seen the porn. Had watched it happen. It looked like it might wreck me, but hell, what a ride getting there.
As I sought calm, sought to forget just how thick and full I felt, I found a rhythm with my breathing, and when Keys began to thrust, like he knew I’d reached the point where I could take it without bursting out crying as I’d done the past few times we’d tried this and he’d had to pull out, I released a shocked gasp as my nerve endings came to life.
Whenever we’d done this, he’d ended up having to pull out, but I was determined. So determined to take them both because this feeling of fullness was how my heart felt constantly. Like it was going to burst from the joy of being with the three of them.
My pussy and ass might burst too, but it probably wouldn’t be as romantic.
Feeling Keys’ cock drag against Saint’s was like torment and wonder combined. I couldn’t move from my position. I knew Ink was there, just off to the side, and my mouth watered with the need to taste him, to swallow his release, but for the moment, this was all about me.
All about accepting everything they had to give.
When Saint began shifting his pelvis, rocking up into me, I bit down on the nearest thing to me—his nipple. He released a holler of pain that would have had me laughing at any other time, but it made me realize what I was doing, and I swiftly began sucking on the nub to appease the agony I’d just caused.
When his hands tunneled through my hair, I knew he liked it, and finally, my body adapted. With his touch, with the connection, I felt like I was grounded once more.
Slowly, I moved my head, released his nipple, and straightened up. Leaning all my weight into my hands, I moved so that my body was at an angle, and I eyed the dick that had my mouth watering whenever I saw it.
I’d never expected we’d reach this point where all three guys could be in the same room, on the same bed, with no boxers on. Saint and Keys didn’t have that much of a problem, but Ink had pretty much always taken me alone. Be it in bed while the others dicked around in some part of the house or in the shower—which was one of my fond favorites.
In the two years we’d been together, that was pretty much how it had rolled. I could count on both hands how many times this had happened, but I was hoping this would make these group scenes occur more frequently because I loved them.
I loved being at the center of their universe, adored it with all my being.
Plus, it always exhausted me and that meant for a wonderful night’s sleep, which I’d need considering tomorrow I was breaking ground on the tattoo Keys had been putting off until I was ready to ink him myself.
But now, there was no time for nerves, no space for it and as I reached forward, loosely jacking off Ink’s cock, I stared up at him with wide eyes and whispered, “Take what you need, baby.”
Quickly working up some spit, I watched as his nostrils flared at my words and he grabbed my head, holding my hair tightly. I opened my mouth and closed it around his shaft when he guided himself inside the warm, wet cavern of my mouth.
Quickly tonguing every part of him I could reach, I waited for him to pull back and sucked on the tip. Hard. He grunted, and Keys surprised the hell out of me by thrusting into me quick and deep. It pushed me forward onto Ink’s cock, making me gag a little, but I was used to this. Used to unexpected moves that had my eyes watering—the three of them liked messy blowjobs, so this wasn’t out of the ordinary.
Ink just held onto my hair as Keys fucked me for all three of them. This was where his age came in handy. I swear, Keys took ages to come. Sometimes, he made me sore, but most of the time, he just lasted long enough for me to get off. I mean, I wasn’t made of orgasms, and with his perseverance and his ability to hold out, it usually helped me get off.
As I swallowed around Ink’s dick, I moaned as Saint grabbed my hands so I was flailing above him, relying on Ink’s hold on my hair to keep me upright.
The acute vulnerability took me higher than I could have imagined, and when Keys plunged in a little deeper than before, the orgasm hit me out of the blue.
Whatever he’d done, it set off a wave of ecstasy that had me choking on Ink’s dick and clamping down on Saint’s cock.
As the three of us exploded around one another, all thanks to Keys, I felt the bubble inside me burst and when it happened, I groaned in disgust because I hated this—it always happened with anal. Always made me squirt, and it was gross and icky, even if they seemed to love it.