Bind Me - Page 76

My moan fills the air as my pussy convulses in a gush around Coop’s cock.

“That’s my girl.” Coop captures my lips and takes my mouth the way he takes my body. I don’t think I’ll ever come down, even when Blake and Coop groan at the same time and spill their cum inside me. They press against me, our bodies tangled, skin to skin.

Coop breaks off our kiss and flicks my clit, sending an aftershock through me. I gasp and he chuckles. Brushing his lips over mine one last time, he pulls out and leaves the bed.

Blake withdraws from my ass and turns me in his arms. “Thank you, tiger.”

He claims my lips thoroughly. I don’t know how I’ll ever get used to sleeping alone again after this. When he lifts his head, he gives me a cocky smirk before rolling off the bed. Sighing, I fall onto my back. I’m not sure I can move yet. For morning, I’m not feeling like I have a lot of energy.

“Good morning, princess.”

I turn my head to find Seth standing next to the bed, naked. He reaches out to me. That fire inside me perks up again. I take his hand, and he helps me to my feet, leading me naked into the bathroom where the shower is already running.

“How do you feel this morning?” he asks like cum isn’t dripping down my thighs. His cock is solid and hard, pressing against his stomach. I glance down at the precum on the tip before meeting his eyes.

“I’d be better if you fucked me too.” I arch an eyebrow.

He smirks before he opens the shower door and sweeps his arm toward it like a gentleman opening a door for a lady. My heart beats a little harder. I step into the warm water, and Seth enters behind me. His hard cock presses against my ass. I want him too. Even after being fucked and coming three times already, I haven’t been fucked by Seth.

I love it when they all fuck me. To be filled by all of them. To never come down from the high of my orgasms. There’s just something amazing about being theirs.

His hands run with the water down the front of my body, teasing my already hard nipples, curving over my stomach, and diving between my thighs.

“Are you tender here?” He strokes my clit while teasing the tip of his finger into my pussy, back and forth.

I try to chase his teasing finger with my hips. “No, sir.”

His cock twitches against my ass and I smile.

His other hand slides between us. His fingers trace my asshole before slipping inside. “How about here?”

I gasp and shake my head. “No, sir.”

“Where to fuck you?” He fills his hands with my soap and washes me, starting with my neck. “Your neck is healing nicely. I suspect it’ll be better by this weekend.”

My breath comes in quick little pants, even though everything he does is slow and easy. I lean back against his chest and stroke my hands up and down his thighs. His hands slide down to my breasts, spending a lot more time on getting them clean than I ever have. Each stroke makes me ache a little more.

“How do you feel about dresses that reveal cleavage?” His tone is almost conversational. If his thick, hard dick wasn’t currently cradled in my ass cheeks, I would think our naked bodies being pressed together didn’t affect him.

“Planning on dressing me?” I brush my fingers over his hip bones. His cock twitches again. Liquid heat flows through me from his attention with the soap. He slides his hands lower over my stomach.

“You need something appropriate for the benefit since you’ll be Coop’s date.” His fingers slip between my thighs and part me so he can thoroughly clean me.

My breath quickens with each stroke. My tone is breathless when I say, “I didn’t think about that.”

“I have.”

He moves to cleaning my thighs. Nudging me under the shower head again, he sweeps his hands with the flow of water to push the soap from me.

“You want to dress me?” I didn’t think that would be something any of them would be into. I’ve never had a guy want to dress me up or buy me clothes. Hell, those other boys wouldn’t even want to go clothes shopping with me, but they were never my boyfriends.

“All the time, princess.” He spins me and presses my front to the tile wall. He kicks my legs apart like a strip search before pulling my hands to the wall beside my head. “Don’t move these.”

“Yes, sir.” My voice is breathy, but excitement flows through me. I love being vulnerable to him, letting him do whatever he wants to my body. Knowing that if I say red, he’ll stop whatever he’s doing. “Do you want to dress me today?”

“After I finish washing you.” His soapy hands run down my back before sliding between my ass cheeks and cleaning me. “I want to pick out everything and watch you put it on.”

I press my cheek to the tile and close my eyes as he washes my legs. He lifts the sprayer from the wall and rinses my back and legs. He changes the head to pulsing before moving it between my thighs.