Page 3 of Midnight Curfew

Pulling a tab out of my pocket, I hold up the white pill between us. “This will help you relax,” I whisper, as the shadows of my guys move in on both sides of the bed.

She darts her eyes to the drug, biting her bottom lip.

Swallowing the lump in her throat, she meets my gaze again. “You don’t have to do this.”

I smile just a little, appreciating the gesture.

Leaning in, I whisper, “If he shames you for this, I’ll come back and cut off his hand…”

Not just a finger.

“Okay, baby?” I ask her.

She looks up at me now, the endearment making her lips part. Women like it when you’re possessive.

Sticking the pill on the tip of my tongue, I hold it out for her, and after only a moment’s hesitation, she opens her mouth, swiping her tongue over mine and snatching the tablet from me. As soon as she swallows it, I crash my mouth down on hers, not letting the bitch get away for a second.

“Hell yeah,” Rip coos.

She whimpers, squirming her legs as she presses her hands to my chest, but I wrap my arm around her waist like a belt and hold her body to my cock.

I hear Tyson’s zipper come down on my right, both of my friends ready for their turn already.

“Aw, fuck,” Rip gasps, already stroking himself.

Grabbing Mrs. Coldwell’s G-string, I push her out of my arms, to the bed, and tear the fabric clean from her body.

She tries to scramble up again, but my friends dive in from each side, feasting on her tits. Her cunt glistens, and I wipe my mouth. “Yeah, you Saints got some pretty pussy.”

Coming down in one fell swoop, I suck her clit into my mouth, and her moans fill the whole fucking room as the fight leaves her limbs slowly but surely. Three men eat, nibbling, gnawing, and sucking on her, and I’m almost jealous.

Oh, fuck that. I am jealous. The most mouths I’ve had on me at once are two.

Growling pierces the air behind me, and I turn my eyes just enough to see her husband glaring at us in rage. Red covers his face, his blond comb-over hanging in one eye as he struggles against his restraints.

Flicking my tongue out to tease her, I watch his pants for the nudge inside as his cock continues to grow at the sight of three men taking his wife.

Covering her with my mouth, I sink to the bed, wrapping my arms around her thighs. She squirms, showing a little resistance, but I tug at her clit and swirl my tongue around. Her back arches and her tits bounce as she moans.

Tyson stands up and pulls himself out, stroking it.

I rise up, yanking her back down. “Me first.”

Ripping open my pants, I pull out a condom and tear it open. She groans, breathless and shaking her head, a little half-hearted fight to keep up the pretense.

“Your husband wants you to do this,” I remind her, rolling the rubber on. “You ready?”

Again, she shakes her head, finally tucking her chin into her shoulder.

And then she breathes out a little “yes.”

I push my pants below my ass and crash down, sucking a nipple into my mouth.

Fisting my cock, I fit it at her entrance and thrust, growling as I push it into the tightest pussy I’ve ever had.

She cries as I bottom out, kissing, biting, and sucking her flesh. In the next breath, I pick up the pace, her wet warmth hugging my dick like a fucking fist.

I shudder.