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“Please cum on me. All of you, I need your cum all over me!” I say, the words spilling out of my mouth desperately, half-mad with desire.

My words drive them over the edge, and they all pull out, leaving me to collapse on my back, empty, but still jerking themselves off to the sight of my sticky cum-soaked pussy.

Then the first rope of cum splatters my face and I open my mouth, taking more on my tongue and lips. Seven massive cocks unload all over me.

I reach out for them and more cum rolls down my hands and wrists. More hits my chin and my throat. I have splatters all over my tits, on my stomach and pussy and face.

It’s everywhere. I’m covered in what seems like gallons of hot sticky cum. And they just keep going, spreading ropes of cum everywhere.

I open my mouth wider, wanting all of it. My hair and face are covered with their cum and I gulp down as much as I can catch in my mouth. I can’t get enough.

Finally, they emptied themselves all over me.

“Is that what you needed, baby? Cum?” Apollo says.

I look around me and see they’re all still there, cocks still hard and ready. Holy fuck, I think they could do it all over again.

Seven gorgeous men with seven incredible cocks, who are all looking at me like they could swallow me whole, surround me. A little chill runs down my spine, and for just a moment I almost feel a little helpless.

“I think we’ve got plenty of what you need. Unlimited supply,” Arsen says, looking around the circle with a smirk.

I turn my head around and look at each one of them, licking my lips. They're still wet with the taste of cum.

But there’s one thing I want to know. How we all taste together.

I reach down between my legs and gather all the cum that’s pooled there. Then I take my other hand and run it along my body, making sure I get all their mixed up cum that’s covering me everywhere.

And I mix it with my own and lick my fingers clean. I close my eyes and moan. It tastes so good.

I'm marked with the scent and the taste of each of them, drenched head to toe in cum, the sticky fluid tickling my skin as it runs all over me. I run my hands over my body again. Not an inch of me is dry.

I drop my hands to my thighs again, needing just a little more. I move upward until my fingers brush my clit. Watching each of them cum has me dripping and ready. I circle my clit with two fingers while I dip two more into my pussy.

I bring myself to the edge of climax yet again, using the cum covering my body as lube.

Then I throw my head back and moan, the final waves of pleasure shooting through me as they all watch me pant and shudder, finally satisfied.

Chapter 9

Apollo

I'm sitting with Samuel at the bar in the lower level strip club. He's one of my favorite people to commiserate with because, like me, he lets the world come to him.

Men like us don’t have to lift a finger for anything, and Samuel especially embodies this. Right now, he's directing the sexy bartender to serve us another round of scotch.

"So, last night was profound, huh?" I ask him. "It wasn't just me, right?"

We've been with women together before, but last night was incredible. Deflowering that beautiful woman was like nothing I’ve ever experienced.

I'm hooked.

"It definitely wasn't just you. Did you see her ass in the moonlight? It's so tight."

"Yeah, trust me, I saw." I chuckle. We all got a chance at that tight little ass.

Seeing Caroline like that was something else. She’s more beautiful than any woman I’ve ever seen. Partially because of her innocence, but more so because of her willingness and desire to give herself to us like she did.

And to enjoy it so fucking much. I didn’t see that coming.

What I really wasn’t expecting was to become so enthralled with her. Her naked beauty caught me off guard, and frankly, it’s all I’ve been able to think about.

"You think she has a favorite one out of us yet?" Samuel asks as our drinks arrive, barely glancing at the bartender despite her efforts to get our attention.

"Yeah,” I say. “Me."

He knows I'm only halfway kidding. My ego is never bruised. I’m the most confident man you'll ever meet, and that boldness is what makes me so successful. It’s just who I am.

This healthy sense of self-assurance is part of the reason why I'm the unofficial leader of this band of brothers. There’s nobody that can get shit done like I can.

And that applies just as much—no, more—when it comes to fucking.

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