Eight Brothers Fiancee (Love by Numbers 7)

Delvin whistled. It feels like she’s trying to suck my soul out of my body, so I think so,” Delvin responded. “Fuck, you keep on like that, I’m gonna come.”

Maverick picked up the pace, alternating between long, forceful thrusts, and short ones that targeted a spot inside that felt like I was getting poked by a cattle prod. It didn’t hurt, but it was on the verge of being overwhelming. My legs were getting weaker by the second, and by the time I realized I was coming, I was already halfway into the orgasm, crying out as Delvin pushed even further into my mouth. My ankles restricted my ability to shift around as I wanted to take matters into my own hands and start grinding Maverick’s dick with everything in me. I held myself up by my hands and circled my hips around trying to replicate the orgasm I’d just had. Loud slaps filled the air as I pushed back against Maverick with everything in me, and suddenly, I was coming again with a scream.

“Fuck!” Delvin groaned. He put a hand to the back of my head and pushed the head of his hard cock all the way down my throat until come was spilling down it. “Drink it all, baby.”

Maverick’s was giving me rapid, deep thrusts, and I couldn’t quite come down from the orgasm, it just pressed on. Maverick growled loudly, slapped my ass again, and then pushed all the way into me until it felt like his dick was going to come out my throat.

“Shit!” we screamed in unison.

“Aw, fuck,” Maverick said out of breath. “Holy shit, your pussy is a fucking trap.”

My body was sputtering out of control and I still had two more to take. I wasn’t unwilling, but I could have used five minutes and a bottle of water.

“Damn it, Maverick, this is why you need to always go last,” Quentin hissed.

Delvin finally pulled his dick from my mouth and kissed my nose. It was oddly sweet and intimate and I smiled in response. I craned my head up and kissed me before quietly whispering, “You’re too good for your own good, gorgeous.” He stood up. “Yeah, she’s going to need some support.”

Quentin walked up behind me, grabbed my bound arms, and used them to get me upright. “Do you want to wait?”

I shook my head. “No. I want you.” In spite of my exhaustion, I was more turned on than I had ever been. “What’s your kink?” I asked.

He eyed Keaton, and the surfer walked over and stood next to me, massaging my breasts over the fabric of my bra before finally just taking the article off. Quentin kissed my neck, my back, my shoulders, while slowly sliding a hand over my ass.

“In every sense of the word, I’m an ass man,” Quentin replied, poking a finger at my asshole. “Have you ever done it here?”

“No,” I replied.

Quentin smiled. “Can I be your first?”

Though the thought scared me, the curiosity was enough to make me feel like I was going to come again. My pussy was sending moisture down the insides of my legs at the thought of having Quentin’s cock up my ass. I trusted him and I wanted it.

“Yes,” I responded. “I want you to fuck my ass.”

Quentin let out a satisfied purr. “Then fuck it I shall.”

Keaton brandished a bottle of lube from the same drawer Delvin grabbed the condoms from and handed it over to Quentin. He kissed me, lacing his hands into my hair and pulling. “Can I fuck you while he gets you ready?”

I clawed at Keaton’s muscular, scratched up chest. “Yes, please.”

When Quentin wrapped an arm around my waist, I noticed he still had all of his clothes on. I twisted his face to mine to kiss him before saying, “I want to see your body.” Quentin looked back at me nervously, but I rubbed his face gently. “I know, it’s okay. I want to see it.”

All of the guys were looking at me with adoration as I coaxed Quentin on. Finally, he lifted his shirt over his head, trying to hide the shake he had as he did it, revealing his burn-scar covered torso. Patches of skin were discolored from his natural tan skin, and I could tell in the way he looked away from me that it was something that embarrassed him. I threw my arms over my head and linked them behind his neck.

“You are so sexy,” I murmured to him. “Please, fuck my ass.”

When he kissed me that time, it was deep and passionate. All of his emotions flew from him to me, and I could feel his trust towards me growing. Keaton repositioned himself between my bound legs and pushed up inside of me, but instead of going at a wild pace like he had earlier, he was slow and refined. He would pull out, almost to the point of dropping out, and then would offer a long, full stroke all the way in. I felt like I was in heaven.