Saving Savannah

And throughout it all, Savannah. Holding me there. Keeping me pinned inside her, while watching me the whole time. She was grinning like a demon, her hair fanned out over Roman’s lap. Milking me dry from the inside, while slowly stroking my friends…

Holy fucking hell.

Zane was the first to speak, the first to move. He took her legs from my hands, and guided her body in his direction.

“My turn bro,” he murmured excitedly. “Looks like you’ve had enough.”

Seven

SAVANNAH

It was everything I’d ever dreamed it would be. Wild. Crazy. Totally out of control. Between my already-high comfort level and the buzz from the wine, my inhibitions were lifted completely. I did things to the guys I hadn’t done with anyone in years… if ever at all.

And the things they did to me were unspeakably hot.

They were three gorgeous strangers, sharing my body. Taking me at will. Drilling me again and again, as I was flipped over and turned on my side and traded off from either end, whenever they felt the need.

Zane took me slow and steady, plowing me deep from behind while I stared soulfully into his friends’ eyes. His cock was long and strong, just like he was. It hit places inside me that made my eyes cross with pleasure.

I was ready to come all over his perfect dick when I felt Roman take control of my body. He rolled me onto my back. Pinned my legs so high over his chiseled bronze shoulders that I squealed into his mouth as he plunged into me. He fucked like a machine — like his beautiful ass was attached to some great, magnificent piston. My arms flailed to either side of my body. My fingers curled, digging into the sheets…

Then he went to kiss me…

That was the hottest part for me, all the kissing and attention. There wasn’t a time during the whole crazy night my mouth wasn’t occupied by a pair of soft lips, a probing tongue, or the manly girth of a thick, throbbing cock.

They took me two at a time, with the third holding me steady while the others had their way. I remember Roman, screwing me until I was breathless. Erik, coming back alive again in my throat. Moments later Zane was scissoring one of my legs, fucking me sideways while the others took turns making out with me. Whispering the nastiest shit in my ear. Making me three times as wet as I’d ever been in my whole fucking life.

I was in total heat. I couldn’t get enough of them. And each time they switched, I grew hotter and more desperate. Each passing moment brought me back to the brink of climax. Closer to that inevitable edge…

Eventually I took what I wanted, shoving the nearest guy backward and then mounting him smoothly. I looked down into Roman’s eyes. I saw my own lust reflected there as he lifted his hips and bucked upward, driving himself even deeper inside me.

I exploded just as his hands closed over my breasts. I was screaming, gasping into Erik’s open mouth. Shaking my head back and forth as he held my cheeks in both hands and planted soft, gentle kisses all over my face, as I floated back down from cloud nine.

Roman’s jaw went tight, and I knew he was close. Still riding him forward and back, I reached behind me and found his balls…

Then I squeezed, firmly but gently.

“FUUUUCK!”

There’s nothing in the world quite like feeling a guy come inside you. The rawness of it all. The sheer power you have in that penultimate moment, as he loses his mind… right before he loses everything else, in a series of thumps and throbs and pulses.

I rode out Roman’s orgasm, manipulating him with my fingers the whole time. His sack was warm and heavy in my hand. I swore I could feel the come leaving his balls, as he pumped my pussy full to overflowing, with the second hot load of the night.

“God…”

A pair of arms slid beneath me, lifting me gently as Roman rolled away. Then I was shoved forward frantically, face down, ass up. Two hands clamped themselves to my hips, and another lover filled me all the way in a single glorious stroke…

Zane.

He was slamming me fast and hard, without reservation. Without any regard for anything else, other than the sheer desperate need to relieve the pressure that had been building inside him.

“Oh fuck…”

His voice was more of a croak, really. So low and thick with lust, it was practically unrecognizable.

“I— I’m…”

His fingers turned to claws. They dug in hard. “I’m gonna—”