Inferno Demon Riders MC: My Five Obsessed Bullies novel Chapter 45

Tae/Computer Guru/CG’s P.O.V.

“I want to fuck.”

This can’t be real. I must be dreaming. That’s the only explanation. I never actually got woken up by Blythe rubbing her sweet ass all over me. I don’t actually have my bare dick smashed between her perfect globes right now. No way. I’m probably rubbing up against her in my sleep, creeping her out.

Because no way in hell did Blythe just say she wants to fuck. Everything else that was happening… maybe. A very doubtful maybe. Maybe Karma talked her into it somehow. It was a long–shot, but… hey, maybe.

However… telling us she wants to fuck? Yeah right. This has to just be a dream. There’s no damn way Blythe would want that. Not with how our current relationship is going.

That must mean that this is a dream. Which means that I can do what I want. I can fuck Dream Blythe. She’ll love it,

“You want my co.ck, Fireball?” I whispered in her ear as one of my hands moved up to grip her throat.

“Yes,” she moaned, pushing her ass into me.

“Beg me for it,” I demanded before dragging my lips across her neck. “Tell me you want me, Bly.”

“No, you two,” Karma cut her off. We both stopped and looked at him. “You are not doing this.”

I had no intention of stopping and, apparently, Bly didn’t either. She rolled half onto Karma, but kept her ass on me. I had to move with her to keep my dick between her cheeks though. I didn’t even fucking care. I followed Blythe until she was straddling Karma, and I was kneeling behind her.

“Blythe-”

“Why not?” She cut Karma off. “CG wants to.”

“Hell yeah I do,” I breathed out, leaning down to play with her nipples some more.

“Blythe, what is wrong with you?” Karma asked her. “Five minutes ago you were telling me to stop. We make you cum a couple of times, and now you want to fuck?”

Blythe’s body shivered. Like her entire body. She got wetter and a deep moan escaped her. She must like the way Karma is talking to her. Little naughty fireball.

“T–three times,” she stuttered, smiling as she wiggled between the two of us. “You two made me cum three times.”

Wait, what? Really?

“Shouldn’t that make you… less like this?” Karma asked with a raised brow.

Blythe giggled, and the sound filled my heart. I have to be dreaming. Bly is way too carefree right now.

“Somethin’s wrong with you,” Karma muttered.

“Yeah, you’re not fucking me,’ she replied, leaning down to put her lips on his neck.

“She looks fucking so hot like this, I muttered. “On top of you… bent over for me… needy and desperate…”

“CG-”

“Fireball, let me tattoo our names on you,” I cut Karma off, not really giving a shit about anything other than Blythe right now.

“W–what?” She asked.

“Let me do it,” I said as I put my hand between her legs on her thigh. “Right here. Let me put our names here.

Whatever font you want. I want to claim you.”

“B–b–but… w–what if I say no?” She whined.

“Well, I’m going to ask you until you say yes,” I replied teasingly. “I told you babe, I’m going to pester you for the rest of our damn lives.”

“O–o–okay,” she stuttered. “But you have to fuck me first.”

And then Bly stuck her ass higher up. My co.ck slid down until I was against her dripping pussy. My hands shook as I gripped her hips.

“Fuck yes,” I muttered.

“CG,” Karma bit out. “Don’t you fuckin‘ dare. I gave you rules!”

“But this is a dream,” I mumbled. “Dream Blythe wants me.”

“What?” Karma asked, confused as Blythe giggled.

“He thinks he’s dreaming,” she whispered loudly. “Let him have some fun. Screw your rules.”

Suddenly, I was pushed back hard. I fell onto the floor on my back. By the time I scrambled to my feet, Karma had Blythe pinned to his chest with her facing me. Blythe giggled again, like this was the funniest shit ever.

Karma was glaring at me.

“You’re not dreamin‘ CG,” he told me. “You can’t fuck her.”

I must not have looked convinced. It wasn’t the way Karma reacted, because, well, he really didn’t. It was Blythe. It was the giggle she let out as she spread her legs, giving me a fucking perfect view of her beautiful, glistening, pretty pink pussy.

“Yeah fucking right,” I mumbled as I dropped to my knees in front of them, eyeing Bly’s pussy. “This has to be a dream.”

“Why? Because my pussy is so pretty?” Blythe asked, giggling up a storm.

I looked up at her and then at Karma.

“Does this happen every time you start havin‘ orgasm after orgasm?” Karma asked, keeping his tone light, but I could see the fury in his eyes.

“I guess so,” she replied. “Sometimes before. It depends on how horny I am.”

“Is this… involuntary?” I asked.

Bly scrunched her face up at me like she was confused. Then her features softened, as if she knew what I was trying to ask. I hoped she did, because right now, she was giving answers and I didn’t want to ruin that by pretty much asking if she was ever rape.

“I mean, I don’t choose to be like this, but it doesn’t happen for just anyone.” She told us. “It only happens when I’m really into it.”

Which means that it’s happened for somebody else before. Fucking bullshit. We were supposed to be her first. Her first everything.

“And how long does it usually last?” Karma asked her.

Bly shrugged.

“This is the first time I didn’t get what I wanted,” she replied.

“We should give her what she wants,” I blurted.

Bly giggled as Karma said no.

“What’s going to happen when you snap out of this?” he asked her.

“What do you mean?” Bly replied, confused.

“Are you going to hate us for taking things as far as we did?” I asked.

“No way,” she said, smiling at me. “Well… I don’t know. I already kinda hate you all.”

Bly stopped wiggling on Karma and her shoulders slumped slightly as the smile slowly fell from her face.

“Tell us why,” I practically begged. “What did we do?”

Bly’s electric eyes hardened, and I knew that whatever the hell was going on was now over. She didn’t look angry. She didn’t yell or try to move. She just sat in Karma’s lap, looking at me like I was stupid for expecting an answer.

“I’m going to go take a shower,” she announced after a moment.

“Fine,” Karma said as he held her close. “But we will have you like this again, and you will answer our questions.”

That wasn’t a threat, it was a fucking promise that we were all going to keep.