Wild Girl (Slateview High 2)

Misael slid into me in one long thrust, burying himself inside me as my walls stretched around him. I rocked forward on my knees but managed to keep my grip on the two boys before me, and I felt their cocks swell and twitch in my hand in response to the noises pouring from my mouth.

I muttered half-formed words and guttural sounds as Misael began to thrust into me from behind, in and out and in again. My head dropped, my cheek resting against the couch cushion as my hands continued to work, gliding over velvet covered steel.

“Do you like this, Coralee?” Bishop’s voice was soft and low, the tone a mixture of tenderness and dominance. “Does this turn you on?”

My entire body was starting to shake, pleasure radiating from my core to fill every inch of me.

“Yes,” I gasped, turning my head to bury my face in the couch cushions as sensation threatened to overwhelm me.

Vaguely, I was aware of the fibers of the carpet digging into my knees, of Bishop’s hand resting on the back of my head, grabbing a loose fistful of my hair. But the only things I could focus on were the drive of Misael’s cock filling me up and the two boys in front of me, slick and hard in my grasp.

And then, suddenly, I became aware of one more thing.

Misael’s hand released my hip, sliding down over my stomach until his fingertips found my clit, drawing rough circles over the little bud. He thrust harder and faster, driving into me until my world exploded into a million shards of light.

My body jerked and shuddered as pleasure tore through me, and I felt Misael thicken inside me as he bottomed out one last time. He kept working my clit, although he gentled his touch as my orgasm peaked, coaxing a few last tremors from my body.

For a moment, we all went still. My fingers remained wrapped around the two boys in front of me, but I couldn’t even get my limbs to move. The only sound that filled the living room was ragged breathing.

“Jesus fucking Christ.”

Kace’s words came out on a choked sound that was almost a laugh, and when I finally lifted my head from the couch cushions and peered up at him through a curtain of blond hair, I saw him shaking his head in disbelief as he stared down at me.

He reached out to brush my hair out of my face, the muscles in his neck standing out starkly as he swallowed.

“That was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, Coralee. You on your knees for us, Misael behind you. Fuck.”

His cock pulsed in my grip, and he wrapped his hand around mine, his larger fingers dwarfing mine as he moved his fist up and down, using me to jerk himself off. His breath hitched, and I could tell he was close. He hadn’t been kidding. Watching me come like that, watching me now with Misael still buried inside me, was about to push him over the edge.

But that wasn’t what I wanted.

I rocked forward on my knees, sliding off Misael’s cock. His palm gave my ass a light squeeze as he pressed a kiss between my shoulder blades, and that simple, sweet gesture bolstered my confidence.

Usually, when it came to sex with these three boys, I followed their lead—let them take control. But when I pulled my hand out from under Kace’s and crawled up onto his lap, he didn’t try to stop me.

His face grew still, his moss-green eyes watching me carefully as I moved to straddle him.

“You promised,” I murmured, dropping my head to brush my lips over his. I could feel wetness dripping down my thigh as I maneuvered myself into position, feeling the broad head of his cock nudge my entrance. “You promised one day you’d all stuff me full of your cum. You promised I’d feel all of you everywhere on my body the next day.” I nipped at his lips, just hard enough for him to feel the challenge in the gesture. “You promised.”

Bishop let out a low noise, and I heard Misael groan behind me, but Kace was completely silent. The hand that’d been fisting his dick moved to my hip, his fingers digging in so hard I was sure I would feel it the next day. I kept my gaze on him, my chest rising and falling as I breathed deep.

Then his grip tightened even more, and he brought me down hard on his cock.

It walked the tightrope between pleasure and pain, the intrusion so sudden and deep that it felt like he might split me in two. My body was already worn out from Misael, but I was still wet, so wet, and so needy. A loud cry fell from my lips, but I didn’t let Kace stop. My hips rolled against his, trying to find a rhythm, to discover what felt good for both of us in this position.

I had never had sex like this before, and I found that I liked it. I liked the feeling of power it gave me, how it allowed me to be the one in control of our movements. I liked seeing Kace, who was always so powerful and dominant, fall apart beneath me.

Of course, I wasn’t in control for long.

Kace’s features contorted with desire and determination, and his fingers dug into my hips again, holding me steady as he fucked me from below, thrusting up into me with hard strokes. My head tipped back, and all I could do was hold on as he used me

for his pleasure, grunting out my name as he came inside me.

Still buried to the hilt, he wrapped his arms around me, dropping his head to lick and suck at my breasts, grazing his teeth over my nipples as if he’d never get enough of me. As if he wanted to eat me alive.

My head was still tipped back, and one large palm came up to cradle it, tilting it so he could look me in the eyes.

“Is that what you wanted, little Princess? To take my cum?”