I move to kneel on the other side of her head and order her to open, she obeys without complaint and pulls a strangled groan from me at the feeling of having her hot wet mouth wrapped around my dick.
I reach for my guys, gripping their cocks in each hand as they stand taut beside me, and begin stroking them as our girl sucks my cock.
I work my fists over their cocks, stroking them until they buck into my palms. My chest is heaving, my breaths uneven. My balls tighten, throbbing with the need to come when Skye’s tongue circles my swollen head. I can feel them swelling in my hand and know they are on the verge of climax and I want to feel their cum coating my hands and watch as Skye licks them clean.
“Oh fuck. I’m coming!” Axel sneers.
“I'm coming for you,” Nixon adds. I let go and allow my own climax to wash over me.
Their cum escapes my hold and lands on her tits and the side of her face, marking her. The sight has shudders rolling through me as I fill her mouth with my release. I roar her name as I come deep in her throat, forcing her to take everything I have to give.
Nixon tears out of my hold and buries his face in her pussy, tonight she was meant to be punished, she disobeyed and cheated. We were meant to train in the ring and see who could take who down and that little whore stripped off and fought us in nothing but a thong. How the fuck were we supposed to focus?
She took the three of us down and rubbed it in our faces that she was the champ, hence how we wound up chasing her smug ass through the woods tonight. The plan was we get off while she doesn’t, but it appears Nixon couldn’t allow our girl to go without.
This past year has been the best of my life. When she found out we had her father and brother in the cellar she didn’t care. Nix kept his promised and fucked her using his blood as lube and honestly, I swear our dirty girl gets off on it. She even made me fuck her outside the cellar door so they could hear her scream as she came. She is spiteful and vengeful and totally ours.
Skye Gordon turned our world upside down but she also breathed life back into us. Chased away our demons and made us see the light through her. Her scream of pleasure pulls me from my thoughts as I watch her come apart on Nixon’s tongue and soak the front of his shirt in her release.
I smirk. I will never tire of seeing her climax.
I reach down and grab her. She's sprawled across my chest, utterly wrecked and beautiful. Axel's wrapped around her from behind, his hand possessive on her hip. Nixon's beside us, his fingers trailing lazy patterns on her arm when he comes to lay down next to us.
The moon's out now, bathing us in silver light.
“I can't feel my legs,” she mumbles against my chest.
I laugh, the sound rumbling through both of us. “Good. That's exactly what we were going for.”
“Mission accomplished,” Axel says smugly.
“Bastards,” she mutters, but there's affection in her voice.
“Your bastards,” Nixon corrects.
“My bastards,” she agrees, and the contentment in her voice makes my chest tight. Lying there under the stars with the woman we love and the brothers who complete us, I realize life can’t get any better than this.