This is a continuation of day 3
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Summary: The boys have their wicked way with Zach
Zach's POV
It's so fucking good. God, it feels so good.
My fingertips dug into Jonah's shoulders, nails leaving shallow grooves in darkening skin, struggling to maintain the quick rhythm he had set for me.
The swelling muscles of my anus stretched thin around him and Corbyn. Hips jerking up to meet my own. One penis sliding out, the other pushing in. Fucking me quick and deep.
Glistening drool rushing down my cheeks, chocking out moans. Somehow managing to suck both Jack and Daniel.
They towered over us, ominous shadows blocking what little light we had. The strong thighs beneath me shielding my skin from carpet burn.
My digits coiled around the lower half of the throbbing shafts, working their engorged heads between my lips. Sipping down steaming pre-cum. The corners of my mouth aching, slow cracks tearing at supple flesh.
My own dick grinding obsessively into Jonah's chest, tip painting gleaming trails. Weeping with constant need.
My waist suddenly enveloped by strong arms. Fingers hugging my length tight, palm dragging across taut skin, pumping me in time with each thrust. Corbyn's plump lips curving into a smirk, kissing my shoulder.
My skin almost felt numb. Boiling tidal waves washing over my trembling body, drenching my nerves in unbelievable euphoria.
My rumbling skin splattered with bloody paint, droplets becoming streams. The color gradually staining my entire body. My lids heavy as stones, barely visible brown glazed.
I allowed them to roll back, hiding within the darkness of my skull, finally going limp in their arms. I stopped fighting Jonah, stopped trying to keep what little control I had. I still had to take Jack and Daniel, I had to conserve my energy.
I let myself drown in ecstasy, letting the hot waves engulf my being. Blocking the sounds bubbling in my throat, the slaps of slick skin. Ignoring all, but the burning friction of four throbbing cocks.
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Author's Note: They'll show up again tomorrow. See you all then.
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What If?// WDW BxB: Corbyn-Shots
Roman d'amourFrom high school drama to jealousy With a bit of angst sprinkled in for variety A few smutty chapters every now and again Not to mention stories of true best friends With fluff to spare and most shots Corbyn centered If you're okay with a little ga...
