39. Camilla
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CAMILLA
T he overwhelming desperation beating through my veins makes it hard to breathe, but when Crew says some of the filthiest words I think I’ve ever heard, heat overwhelms me, and it’s lucky neither of them are touching me right now because I’m pretty sure I could come from a single caress at this point.
“Clean up the mess you made, Little Menace, then we’ll give you what you need.”
The vibrator sits against my bottom lip, and I don’t hesitate to pop my mouth open. He slips the silicone between my lips, and we both let out a groan as the taste of myself explodes on my tongue.
Crew presses the toy deeper, his mismatched gaze on fire as he stares down at me. “That’s it, Camilla. Make sure you get every drop.”
Another moan escapes my throat at the same time as I hear Bishop curse behind me, the sound of him pumping his cock filling the room.
I’m ready to beg. I’ll give them just about anything if it means they’ll make me come, and I don’t even care how much power that gives them in this moment. I just need it. I need them.
Crew withdraws the toy before bringing it up to his face and inspecting the job I’ve done. He takes his time, and each second that passes by feels longer than the last until I realize I’ve stopped breathing all together.
He drops the toy beside us on the bed before grasping the hair at the nape of my neck and forcing me to look up at him. His other hand slips around my throat, tightening his grasp until each breath I drag in is shallower than the last. “Such a good little whore for us, aren’t you, Camilla?”
“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out.
“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m never going to get sick of hearing you call me that, Little Menace.” He dips his face down until his lips are just a breath from mine. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. Bishop is going to fuck your desperate pussy while I fuck your throat, and you’re going to take everything we give you. Do you understand?”
I nod as much as I can with both his hands holding my head in place, but he seems satisfied with my answer.
“You may come as much as you like since you’ve taken your punishment like such a good girl.”
Relief rushes through me a second before Bishop’s cock nestles at my entrance, and I’m tense for another reason entirely. Anticipation floods my belly as Crew positions himself with his cock resting at my lips, but his hand is still tight around my throat.
As one, they push inside me, and the moan that escapes my throat is so desperate I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment, but then the pleasure hits, and I’m lost to it. I don’t care about the sounds I make or how they perceive them, because all I care about is pleasing the two men using my body as they need.
Bishop curses again, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain, but I lean into it. I never thought I’d get off on it, but then again, I didn’t think I’d enjoy half the things they do to my body, and so far I’ve loved every single thing.
Crew’s cock hits the back of my throat, and I lap at the underside of his cock, reveling in the way he pulses against my tongue.
He tightens the hold around my throat as he pushes himself deeper, and I swallow around him as best I can, allowing him to slip deeper. “Fuck, Camilla. You look so pretty being used by us.”
I moan around him as I careen toward the edge of oblivion. Every nerve in my body is firing, and the oxygen deprivation mixed with all my holes being full makes it impossible to drag in a breath. But I need more. More of them. More of their roughness. More of their affection. I’m desperate for it.
I press back against Bishop, and he begins fucking me harder without hesitation. His balls slap against my clit with every thrust, dragging me closer to the edge. At the same time, one of his hands lifts from my hip and begins playing with the plug in my ass, causing my entire body to tense as pleasure washes over me.
So fucking close.
“Oh, you like that, love?” Bishop chuckles roughly. “You’re going to fucking love it when you have one of us in each of your holes as we fuck you like the little whore you are for us.”
I moan, the depravity of his words only makes it harder to care about the meaning of his words because I want it so bad. I want them. All of them. At once. I want them to push me to my limits. I want them to make me beg and whine and cry. I want it all.
Crew withdraws from my throat, and I drag in desperate breaths as I stare up at him through bleary eyes. “Fuck, you look beautiful like this, Camilla. Covered in tears and saliva and sweat. Your makeup running, looking like the perfect slut for us.”
A moan escapes from my throat and he gives me a knowing look.
“You love being our slut, don’t you, Little Menace?”
“I love it, Daddy.”
“I know you do, baby.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek and then across my bottom lip until he slips it into my mouth. I suck it hungrily, needing his cock. “Good girl,” he murmurs as he stares down at me with something akin to love. The emotion staring back at me is startling for a man like him, but being on the receiving end of it makes my heart flutter in my chest.
Something tells me that being loved by a man like Crew Black will be the end of me.
But who am I to give a fuck when it feels this good?
A hand slips beneath my body, and deft fingers circle my overstimulated clit, dragging a scream from my throat.
“You gonna come for us, love?” Bishop grunts out as his thrusts lose some of their rhythm. He’s just as close to the edge as I am, and the idea of dragging him over with me has my pussy pulsing around him.
“Open wide, Camilla. I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop I give you. Got it?”
In response, I do exactly as I’m told, my lips parting and my eyes locked with his as I wait for him to make good on his promise.
He presses forward at the same time Bishop doubles down on his assault on my clit and the plug, and between them, I’m completely lost in the pleasure.
My orgasm crashes over me so hard that I barely remember to keep breathing as Crew’s cock hits the back of my throat, but they hold me steady as wave after wave of pleasure rolls through me, leaving my body trembling and empty in the best possible way.
Bishop follows me over the edge, his roar of release only seeming to extend my own pleasure as he pulses inside me, filling me with hot ropes of cum.
Stars dance in my vision as Crew’s thrusts lose their rhythm and he fucks my throat harder than any of them ever have before. He’s cursing and murmuring praise as he gets closer to the edge, and I’m powerless to do much more than hand my body over to him and allow him to use me as he needs.
Hot salty ropes of cum hit my tongue a moment before he buries himself deep, and I swallow everything he gives me, desperate to do as I’m told.
As we each come down from our highs, neither of them pulls away, remaining buried inside me as we catch our collective breath. The only sound in the room is each of our heavy breaths, and for a single blissful moment, I forget about all of my responsibilities. I forget that the men buried inside me are responsible for my father’s death. I forget all the reasons I should go back to the estate and forget this ever happened.
Because the reality is, no matter how much I should do all of those things, I know I can’t. I’m in too deep.
Crew’s the first to withdraw, his cock slipping from between my lips, and I collapse forward into him. He chuckles and tugs me against his chest, holding me close as he presses a gentle kiss to my forehead as Bishop pulls out.
The gush of release that slips from my aching pussy should have embarrassment rushing over me, but the groan Bishop lets out tells me I have nothing to be embarrassed about.
“Fuck, that’s so hot, love.” He brushes his hands over my ass before he grasps the end of the plug. “Breathe in and out for me, Camilla.”
I do as I’m told, and when the plug pulls free from my ass and I’m completely empty, I already find myself missing them.
“You did so good, Little Menace,” Crew murmurs against my temple before he presses another kiss there. “Come home with us tonight. We miss you. The compound isn’t the same without you there.”
My heart constricts in my chest as I stare up at him. This is it. This is where I make my choice, and I need to make sure whatever decision I make is one I can live with.
I swallow at the same time a phone starts vibrating somewhere behind me. Bishop rustles around with the discarded clothing on the floor, but I don’t even bother lifting my head from where it’s resting on Crew’s shoulder as we hold each other’s gazes.
“This is Bishop,” he barks down the line.
There’s silence for long seconds as he listens to whoever is on the other end of the line before he groans and says, “We’ll be right there.”
“Who was that?” Crew asks when the phone is thrown beside us.
“It was Wyatt. He said there’s movement at the wreckage of the fight club.”
“Why can’t Kovu or Kaos go?” Crew asks, his grip on me tightening.
“He couldn’t get ahold of either of them.”
There’s silence for long seconds as the cogs tick by in Crew’s gaze as he stares down at me. “Go back to the estate tonight. Pack your shit, and we’ll be on your doorstep in the morning to officially move you into the compound.”
My hesitation only lasts a second before I nod. “Okay.”
All the fight is long gone, and all that’s left is acceptance.
I was a fool to ever think I’d be able to leave them.