He cheated i chose two firefighters novel Chapter 186

Chapter 186 You’re Driving Me Crazy

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Clayton exits the truck while holding me in his arms. For such a big man, he possesses extreme flexibility.

“You already have her naked?” Logan asks, falling into step beside Clayton as he carries me to the front door. I am kissing his jaw and his neck. I run my tongue from his neck up to his

ear. He shivers.

“I’ve already tasted her too, and she’s fucking delicious. Hurry up and open the door.”

Logan reaches the door ahead of us and opens it quickly. He shuts it again after we walk through.

“Put her on the dining table,” Dylan snaps. He is already stripping his clothes off. I look at

him; his eyes are burning into me, and his hands shake slightly.

Clayton lays me gently on the dining room table and I squeal from the cold surface.

“Sorry, Pumpkin.”

My legs dangle off one side, my head off the other. I turn my head; Clayton and Logan are

stripping. Dylan steps up beside them, and all three stand staring at me, gripping their

cocks and stroking themselves. It is the hottest thing I have ever witnessed. I whimper and

bring my right hand to my pussy, starting to play with my clit. All of their eyes bore into me.

“Nope,” Dylan says. He steps up to me and grabs my hand.

“Please,” I whine.

“No,” he states. “Clayton, you and Logan can go first. I’ve had her; it’s your turn.”

He talks about me as if I am an object to be passed around. For some reason, a tingle runs

up my spine. I kind of like it.

“You know what to do, and what not to let her do,” he says, his tone wicked.

I feel myself about to whine again when Logan grabs me by the hair. He removes my clips

and then massages my scalp. I moan.

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He bends and kisses me, his tongue massaging mine. Another tongue licks my slit and I moan again. Fuck, Clayton’s mouth is heaven. His tongue flicks over my extremely sensitive clit. My body jumps. I just need him to apply a little more pressure. A hand caresses my breast and then pinches my nipple, sending a zing through me. I squeal. My hips are humping Clayton’s face and Logan is kissing the ever–loving daylights out of me.

My body begins to shake, and then they both stop; the hand leaves my nipple.

“Guys, please. Please, please, please. I understand I pissed you off. We can talk about it after you make me cum. Please!”

Three dark chuckles answer my begging.

I want to scream.

Clayton spreads my legs wider; I feel his cock at my entrance.

“I’mma fill you up, baby,” he says, then plunges into me.

With my head hanging down the other side, Logan shoves his cock into my mouth as I start to scream. He slides in slowly, giving short thrusts. His eyes are fixed on his cock. He pulls out and spits into my mouth.

“Stick your tongue out,” he demands. I do not hesitate to follow his command. He slides his cock back in, and it goes further down my throat. I moan around it, with one cock pummeling my pussy and the other filling my mouth. Dylan’s lips surround one of my nipples. He sucks hard, then bites down and tugs. My back arches; I choke on Logan, and he hisses.

Clayton’s hips pick up their pace, and one of his thumbs circles my clit over and over. Yes, this is going to be epic; I feel my pussy start to clench around Clayton, and he pulls out. I scream in frustration around Logan’s cock.

“Shit,” Logan groans. His release spills into my throat. I swallow, and he lets out a grunt. As he withdraws from my mouth, he sways slightly before sinking into the chair beside my head.

“Jesus, Angel, that was some serious fucking talent,” Logan states.

“Why did you stop?” I snap at Clayton, pushing up onto my elbow. He raises an eyebrow in

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“Oh, that’s too much sass. I don’t think so,” Dylan says. “Bedroom. Logan, head to the truck;

we need lube.”

Logan begins to hum an odd melody, and he almost skips, naked, out of the cabin.

Clayton lifts me, carries me up the staircase to the bedroom, and lays down. He impales me onto him, positioning me on top.

“I need rope,” Clayton grits out, his hands holding my waist still as he thrusts upward into me. My head falls back. He refuses to let me move, a denial that drives me wild. He swivels his hips, then changes rhythm, shoving me down hard onto him.

“Oh God, Clayton. Please,” I pant.

He halts, simply holding me tightly against him. I feel the deliberate flex of his cock inside me. I screech. Dylan walks over to the balcony, and I hear him instruct Logan to fetch rope. He then returns to the bed.

“Bend her forward,” he directs.

“You are all driving me crazy,” I whine.

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