“But you need to know,” she said, tears filling her eyes as Harley slid the shorts the rest of the way and pressed her thighs wider.
“What the fuck?” Covan said aloud and used his other hand to stroke where the cut was still healing.
Tears leaked from her eyes as all the men looked at her bare pussy and the cut along her groin.
“That motherfucker,” Slogan stated in anger. She tried pulling her legs closed.
“No. No, baby, we’re going to take it all away. We’re going to make love to you, possess this body, and make you our woman. Do you understand me, Donata? This is our beginning. This is where you let go and give us all of you as we give all of us to you. He’ll never touch you again, Donata. Never,” Harley said to her and held her gaze as he lowered his lips to the scar, laid tender kisses there, then to her groin before he pressed his mouth to her pussy and plunged his tongue into her cunt.
She tilted her head back and moaned. Covan and Slogan licked her nipples, held her hands in theirs above her head, and feasted on her body.
“What a fucking sight. God damn, she was made for the seven of us. Holy fucking shit, it’s happening,” Bailey stated. She didn’t understand what he meant by “it’s happening.” Like maybe they had all discussed sharing one woman once before? She wasn’t certain and she really didn’t care. She needed, and needed more and more as they each took turns exploring her.
Her core tightened and her pussy leaked more cream. Harley pulled from her cunt.
“Delicious. So fucking delicious.”
“Let us taste, too,” Bailey said. Harley chuckled, his warm breath colliding with her sensitive folds. He pressed a kiss to her abdomen and then mound before he rose up and moved out of the way. Bailey took his place. He gave her a wink and then massaged up her thighs, spreading them wider, making her pelvis tilt up and her breasts lift. Her nipples felt so hard and needy as his large palms pressed up her ribs to her breasts.
“Bigger than my fucking hands. Sweet Jesus, woman, you are something else,” he said and she felt good, sexy, like they were impressed with her body. She felt her pussy cream and held his gaze. Bailey was gorgeous. He was dark tan, had tattoos along his arm and shoulder, firm lips, and a devious-looking grin as he locked gazes with her right before his mouth moved over her pussy and he plunged his tongue inside. He suckled her clit so damn hard she gasped only for Covan to cover her mouth and kiss her. He and Slogan released her hands, and she ran one over Covan’s hair, gripping him tight, and the other on Slogan’s shoulder as he suckled her breast hard.
She was panting, thrusting her hips to Bailey’s tongue strokes.
“My turn. Let’s go,” Brady commanded. Bailey lifted up and eased from between her legs.
“God damn, bro, I was going to share,” Bailey stated.
“No the fuck you weren’t. You were going to feast on our woman for hours,” Brady said, and she locked gazes with him, feeling her body tingle as he held her gaze with his firm expression.
“Relax and let us in. We all take you and claim you today,” he commanded, and she shivered then moaned the moment his mouth locked on to her very wet cunt.
“Oh God, I can’t believe this. Oh, please,” she begged, for what she didn’t know. It was torturous. The way they all shared her, tasted and explored her body. Brady licked along the scar and then plunged his tongue into her cunt. She felt fingers slide in next and she cried out her release.
“Fuck, she is tight and wet. Jesus,” Brady said, and then he moved and Jack took his place. He suckled and stroked her cunt then eased fingers in and out of her pussy.
“Jack. Oh god,” she exclaimed and shook as she came.
Turbo took his place, and when she looked into his dark eyes and held his gaze, he looked incredibly fierce. It did something to her.
“Please, Turbo. Please help me,” she said, and he narrowed his eyes at her as he used his thumbs to stroke her cunt. Covan and Slogan moved off the bed, and Bailey and Brady took their places and began to suckle her breasts and tug on her nipples.
“Oh.” She moaned, closed her eyes, and came. Turbo lifted her thighs over his shoulders as he lay on his belly between her legs and began to feast on her cunt. He licked her pussy and then to her anus back and forth. She wiggled and squealed only for Bailey to release her breast and kiss her hard on the mouth. She tasted her cream, inhaled his cologne, and felt wild, needy when fingers slid into her ass.
She pulled from Bailey’s mouth.
“Turbo!” she cried out.
“Hot damn, she is going to love a cock in every hole,” Brady stated.
“Condoms? Do we need them, baby?” Harley asked, undoing his pants and exposing his naked, perfect body. He was covered in muscles and tattoos, intricate ones in black with an American flag and other designs. Her heart hammered inside of her chest. She was going to do this. She was going to have sex with seven men. Holy God.
“No. I have an IUD,” she told them.
“Perfect. No barriers. You give us all of you and we give you all of us,” Brady said to her and kissed her lips. He was fierce, yet sweet. She hardly knew Bailey, Brady, and Slogan, yet felt like she instantly trusted them. Perhaps it was because they were cousins to the others and were so similar in looks, personalities, and abilities. Or simply because they were gorgeous, sexy, and had aided in her rescue like superheroes. Either way, she wanted them, and she accepted whatever followed.
They lifted up and stepped from the bed, giving Harley room to make love to her first. She felt incredibly aroused and even more so when Harley gently grabbed her legs and pulled her lower on the bed. His muscles, the big thick cock, and that wild expression did her in. She panted like some inexperienced woman, and something told her that’s exactly what she was. These men were older, more experienced, and would be lethal lovers. Intimidation filled her body, but then his touch, his methods of seduction, weakened her and she let go.
* * * *
Harley’s heart raced, and his dick throbbed so badly he thought he might shoot his load before he got to make love to Donata. The woman was a goddess. Her bold, smoky green eyes, luscious lips, and pixie nose were feminine, sexy, and attractive. The abundant locks of hair that slid nearly to her ass but currently lay around the pillow made her appear like some angel. Their angel, a woman to touch the hardened hearts of seven hardcore soldiers and warriors.
He swallowed hard and cupped her breasts. They were huge, round, full, more than enough, and he couldn’t resist cupping them and licking his lips in anticipation of tasting them. He lowered down, his cock tapped against her pussy, and she tilted her hips upward, indicating she was ready. He wanted to savor this first time. To make sure she knew that this was special and forever. He wouldn’t tell her it was forever because, knowing Donata, she would panic. No, he and the team didn’t need to discuss things. They just knew it. Donata would be their woman forever.
He kissed her lips tenderly, and she reached up and ran her fingers through his hair. He was the one to shiver now, her touch all-consuming and affecting his entire body. She moaned into his mouth when he plunged his tongue in exploration. He couldn’t go too slow. His cock throbbed some more. He released her lips and trailed his mouth along her jaw, then her throat and breast. He suckled and tugged. She moaned and held on to his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin and turning him on. He trailed his mouth to her other breast, and she lifted and spread her thighs, indicating she wanted his cock now.
He lifted his mouth from her breast and held her gaze.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
“Yes, Harley. Yes,” she said and he reached between them, stroked his cock, and pressed the tip to her cunt. She was very wet. More than ready as he slid into her channel, holding her gaze and then moaning as her vaginal muscles gripped his cock so tight he could hardly move.
“Fuck, you’re incredible. Let me in.”
“Oh.” She moaned and tilted her hips. He slid the rest of the way, and they both moaned.
He lifted up, gripped her hips, and began to sink his cock into her pussy. Turbo and Bailey pressed her arms above her head, making her torso tilt upward and her large breasts bounce with every thrust.
“That is hot. Take her hard, Harley. Make her your woman.” Bailey cheered him on and made him move faster and thrust deeper. She was panting, moaning, and accepting his hard, fast strokes. He had never felt so possessive and obsessed in his life. He needed to claim her and make her his woman. He would protect her and love her no matter what.
“Donata! Holy shit, Donata, do you feel it, baby? Do you?” he demanded to know through clenched teeth.
“Yes, Harley. More. More.” She cried out and then came. “Fuck, I can’t stop. I can’t hold it in.”
His body couldn’t handle how sexy and incredible she was and all the emotions and the connection he felt, and he came. Just like that he came inside of her and growled loudly. He thrust and shook.
He lowered down and kissed her lips. They released her arms, and she hugged him tight, accepted his mouth to hers and his tongue, his kiss and need to ravish her mouth and squeeze her to him. She gasped and he eased up, forgetting about her sore muscles and the red marks on her ribs. He held her gaze, caressed her cheek, and gave her a wink.
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay, Harley. More than okay,” she said. He eased up from between her legs and Turbo took his place.
* * * *
Turbo’s heart was racing and his mind contemplating whether or not this was right for him to take Donata’s body. She was so perfect, so beautiful, and it wasn’t fair or right that she had gotten caught in the middle of such a dangerous situation. Admere was a very capable and powerful man involved in terrorist activities besides drug dealing. The more they found out from their cousins, the more concerned they were for Donata’s well-being. They had discussed it, as well as the attraction they all had to her and that idea they’d had years ago of finding a woman to share, one they could commit to but maintain their professions. She would never be alone. Not with seven lovers, seven men like them.
He cupped her breasts and took in the sight of his beautiful woman.
“You sore?” he asked. She shook her head.
“You’re okay with this? With all seven of us making love to you?”
“As okay as I can be, considering I’ve never done anything like this before,” she said to him. He stroked her nipple.
“No ménages ever?” he asked.
“No, Turbo.”
“You thought about it though? Fantasized about one?” Brady asked her. She looked at him and then back at Turbo.
“Not until I met Turbo, Harley, Covan, and Jack,” she said and then gasped as Turbo pinched her nipple.
He leaned up over her, aligning his cock with her pussy.
“You’ll never be the same. Nothing will after today, Donata.”
She reached up and stroked his cheek.
“I know that, Turbo. I’m not scared though. I’m more scared that I could have lost the chance to be with you. To have a say in who I let make love to me.”
“Don’t. Don’t fucking think about that or about him. You’re mine now. Understand me? You belong to all of us and today we make it official.” He pressed his mouth to hers as he slid his cock into her channel. He nudged and nudged then sank all the way into her wet cunt and moaned along with her as he kissed her deeply.
In and out, he thrust faster and faster. Turbo felt the need to possess her and claim her as he stroked harder and harder. She called out his name and begged him for more and encouraged him with her cries of pleasure, and it was all too much. He gripped her hips tight and thrust into her several times as he came hard and fast. “Donata. Holy fuck,” he exclaimed and then lowered down, cupped her cheeks, and kissed her tenderly. He couldn’t even move. He didn’t want to but knew the others waited not so patiently to claim her, too. To make love to their woman. The woman they would all protect with their lives.
* * * *
Bailey moved into position next and rolled to his back. When Donata rose above him, straddling his waist, her long brown locks cascading over her breasts and the feel of her feminine palms gripping his shoulders, he exhaled. He reached up under her hair and drew her down lower.
“You are incredibly sexy and beautiful. I owe my cousins big time for finding you for us,” he told her then pressed his mouth to hers. She ran her palms up and down his arms and into his hair. As she lifted up and aligned her pussy with his cock, he held her gaze. She panted and he flexed his pectoral muscles, making her giggle. That laugh, that smile, attacked his heart and made him feel weak in the knees. She would definitely be his weakness, and he had none.
“Take me inside of you, baby. Let me know how badly you want to belong to me, to us and this family.” He held on to her hips, slid his palm along her sexy ass, and gave it a squeeze.
“Oh, Bailey. God, this is crazy how I feel.” She lowered down over his cock and began to rock her hips. She gripped his shoulders, and he held her hips, guiding her, making her move faster and faster on top of him. Her large breasts bounced and swayed, her thighs felt so good beneath his palms, and he gripped her and counterthrust upward.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Donata. So fucking good. Doesn’t it feel incredible?” he asked her.
“Yes. Oh god Yes, yes.” She moaned and thrust faster and faster, riding him. He couldn’t take it. It felt so good and he was needy to claim her and possess her. He rolled her to her back, lifted her thighs higher, and pounded into her cunt.
“Bailey! Oh my, Bailey. Oh,” she exclaimed and came all over his cock. The floodgates opened, the sloshing sound filled the air, and he pounded into her cunt until he found his release and came with a roar. He kissed her lips, her neck, and breasts then back up to her lips again. He held her face between his hands and stared into her smoky green eyes. “Mine. Forever,” he said and she smiled at him. He kissed her one more time before making room for Jack.
* * * *
Jack felt desperate. He eased between Donata’s legs and held her gaze.
“Are you okay?”
“More than okay. I want all of you. It won’t matter if I can’t walk later. We need to do this together. It’s how it’s going to be, right? The eight of us always?” she asked. His heart soared and his gut clenched knowing the responsibility they would all share claiming Donata their woman.
“Yes, baby. All of us for now on. You’ll never be alone,” he said and stroked her cheek. “You’ll never want or need for anything. We’ll spoil you.”
She chuckled. “I don’t need spoiling. I just need you all close. To know you’re here and that I’m safe. Nothing else seems to matter, Jack. Am I crazy for thinking that way?” she asked.
He shook his head and stroked her nipple with the pad of his thumb. Her lips parted, and she lifted her torso.
“Not crazy. It’s exactly how I feel,” he said to her then lowered down to kiss her lips. He savored the taste of her, the feel of her voluptuous body underneath his. The curve of her ass, the softness of her skin, her femininity and classiness. She was a woman made for him and the others. It made his heart fill up with emotions, which was something he wasn’t used to.
He was a big man. They all were, but the way she took them and accepted them—she was perfect for each of them.
“Make love to me, Jack. Make me yours, too,” she whispered, her eyes glistening with tears.
“You bet, baby. Here I come.” He readjusted his position, spread her thighs, and slid his palms up her breasts to her shoulders and aligned his cock with her cunt, pushing into her pussy slowly. She moaned, and he nudged and nudged his cock until she gasped and he slid all the way into her wet, tight channel.
“God damn.” He exhaled.
Bailey chuckled. “I know. She feels like heaven.”
Jack shook his head and held her gaze. “No, she’s more than heaven. She’s our woman, now and always,” he said and then began a series
of hard, deep thrusts, claiming Donata fully and making her part of him forever.
He thrust and she moaned, counterthrust against him, and exhaled as she came. He couldn’t take it. The desire, her sexy body, and how giving and responsive she was to this ménage encounter. He wanted to claim every inch of her and make her theirs in every way—and they would. “You will be all ours. We will claim every inch of you, Donata. Do you understand what that means?” he asked, thrusting, stroking faster and faster and trying not to come.
“Oh God yes, Jack. I want it. I want you all inside of me in every hole. I never did anything like that, but I want it with each of you. Oh God. Oh!” She screamed and came. He followed right after. Her words, her confession of wanting a cock in every hole, did him in, and he roared and shook as he filled her cunt with his seed, marking her his woman—the first of what would be many, many times before the day was done.
* * * *
Slogan pulled her into his arms after Covan, Brady, and he cleaned her up with a washcloth and towel. She had her eyes closed and looked exhausted.
He stroked her breasts, and she hugged his chest, laying over him as he lay on his back.
“Rest, Donata. We have all the time in the world,” he told her.
He felt her lips kissing his nipple, and then she licked it. He tightened up, his cock coming to full attention.
“Rest, Donata,” Covan ordered from her other side, and he kissed her shoulder, caressed her thigh and over the bandage on her leg there nearly to her ass. That had been a sight, when Brady had lifted her dress and found the cut there, but also the sexy curves of her voluptuous body.
“I want to make love to all of you, so it’s perfect,” she said and eased over him.
“You can wait. We’re big men, and we don’t want you feeling any pain,” he said to her, caressing her arms as she lifted her pussy and rocked against his hips.
She held his gaze. “I need it. I want to make love to you, Slogan, and Brady and Covan, too.”
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