Riding Me Bear: (BBW Biker Mail Order Bride Group Shape Shifter Paranormal Romance) (Shifty Singles Book 5) Read Free Page B

pounded me with his cock indefatigably, a man who knew precisely how to give me absolute and perfect pleasure.
    He wasn’t hurting for it either. I felt his cock growing inside me and that fueled me further. I clamped down on him, my pussy squeezing and milking as he throbbed and thrust.  We wrapped all around each other and held on for dear life as we both erupted against each other.  Zac flooded me with his cum, shooting jet after hot, thick jet of the good stuff deep into my womb.
    We collapsed there on the table for a moment. It felt longer, but it must have been quick. Zac rolled off to give the others a go.  There seemed to be an understanding in the room—perhaps it was there before we even started—that the decision had already been arrived at and the rest was mere “formality”. Well, so be it.
    Zac was respectful of tradition and stepped aside while the others gathered around. They, too, were respectful of tradition, particularly in the acknowledgement that after tonight, they would never have another crack at my cunt. So they certainly made the most of it.
    Their golden eyes shimmered with a lascivious hunger. I imagine that my baby blues matched theirs, appetite for appetite. This was my last go ‘round on the ol’ carousel. If I was married off to Zac tonight, there’d be no new dick ‘til death do we part. And I sure as heck ain’t cheating on a half-man, half-bear.
    The men fully released the animals inside them. There was no care or love in this action now, and I loved them for it. I was yanked back into position at the edge of the table and turned on my side. One leg dropped down the side of the table, my toes just barely catching the ground to steady myself as one man unceremoniously shoved his cock hard and long all the way into my pussy, slamming up against the very end of me.
    Another man wrapped his hand through my hair and forced my mouth around his cock. He fucked my face, and then my throat, ramming his hard, precum-leaking cock along my tongue and down into my throat.
    Someone’s hand slapped my ass hard and I cried out around the cock in my mouth. There were hands on my ass, squeezing and kneading and finally prying the cheeks apart. A thick tongue found its way into the in between and came up against my tight, virgin rosebud. He swirled his tongue around my asshole as the other cock thrust in and out of my pussy at a hard angle, so as not to slap the other with his balls.
    Around and around the tongue went, like a power drill, slowly slipping inside my ass. He pulled my ass apart and shoved his face against my tight hole as hard as he could, snaking his tongue deeper and deeper into my ass. I groaned against the cock at the back of my throat, in love with the sensation of having someone tongue my ass.
    He pulled away and stood, leaving my ass slobbery with spit. His cock was next up for the privilege of fucking my asshole.  He pushed the head in hard and without ceremony.  It popped right past my sphincter and rested there a moment while I relaxed around it. It was a tall order, what with the other dick sawing in and out of my pussy at the same time.
    He began to fuck my ass slowly, filling me up bit by bit, gaining more ground—so to speak—on each of the other cock’s withdrawals.  In no time at all, he was balls-deep in my ass. Suddenly, I was completely full of cock.
    They fucked me hard and fast with raw animalistic fervor. I raged back against them, fucking furiously as Zac stood back, a grin on his lips. My body writhed around them, twisting hips in time to the thrusts so I could take the full force of the cocks working me from all sides.
    I wanted their cum—all their cum—deep inside me, filling me up, like a perverse souvenir from my most unbelievable day.  The sheer erotic power of the moment overwhelmed me and the last orgasm of the day began its rise, filling me up like the armies of a great empire marching to the battlefield, powder ready, cannons lit.
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