Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
SLOANE
“ H ow are we doing, pretty girl?” Nyx asks as she towers over me, petting my hair softly. Her words are soft and caring as my chest heaves from the remnants of my last orgasm, but her eyes glint dangerously as she wracks her gaze over my body hungrily. “Think you can handle some more? Because we have a long night ahead of us, ya know.”
I groan, both in need and lust. God, I want everything they’ll give me.
And then some.
I gasp as her fingers, soft and delicate regardless of her heavy tone, run over the cut Simon left on my lower abdomen. He had never done anything like that before, even when I had asked him to do it when it was just the two of us, and that alone made tonight monumental. The blood coats the lower half of my stomach, and it hurts , but it’s beautiful all the same.
I would always belong to him now—wedding ring and scars alike—no matter what.
Nyx continues, her eyes bouncing up to look at the guys on the couch. I follow her gaze and refuse to take my eyes off of what I’m witnessing. Rhodes and Asher kiss desperately, Simon’s hands on the back of both of their skulls, keeping them together, all while Rhodes slowly begins to pump my husband’s cock languidly. “I’ve never once found men attractive until this moment, but I think I need to bury my strap-on in you and make you cum for me, all while we watch the live porno. Don’t you think so?”
I don’t take my eyes off the men in front of me. I don’t even need to hesitate in response to her question, though. My response is desperately needy. “Please, Mommy.”
The resulting and immediate push of a firm, hard length inside of me is the only answer I get back, and my head turns to Nyx at neck-breaking speed as she bottoms out a strap inside me. The moan that tears out of me is guttural.
“Fuck,” I moan, nearly shouting, even as my hips lift on their own accord. It forces the boys to turn back towards me for a moment, smirking roughly as they watch my body jostle on the coffee table once more, only to return to their own fun. It’s sinful and delicious all at once. “No warning? Fuck me!”
She laughs as she shifts her hips, hitting a spot inside of me that makes my mouth open in a perfect circle. “You were too busy staring at your husband to notice that I had stripped, so I got your attention how I wanted to. This toy lets me fuck the both of us at once, too. Are you okay with that?”
I spread my legs wider, taking her strap-on and nodding my head eagerly. “It’s so fucking thick. Oh my God.”
Nyx moans on a harder thrust herself. “Yeah it is. Take my strap, beautiful girl. Show these men how much better a woman knows how to fuck.”
Rhodes breaks his kiss with Ash, chuckling softly. “Hey now, she hasn’t even given us a shot yet.”
I don’t take my eyes off Nyx. If she weren’t wearing the mask that covers her lower face, I’m almost certain I would see her smile ruthlessly as she turns her attention to Rhodes for the slightest moment, only to have the piercing gaze land back on me. “Oh, I’ll be giving her two more orgasms before you three even finish once. She hasn’t taken a girl’s cock in years. Her legs are already trembling for me. I doubt you’ll get her to tremble like this.”
I moan so loud at her words, just enjoying being the pillow princess for a moment. Enjoying taking her. Enjoying the sight of tits bouncing in my face as her thrusts pick up speed, fucking us both harder than ever. Taking in the full glory that is this beautiful woman, stretching me more than I have been in a very long time.
Fuck, she really is beautiful.
Her body is absolutely covered in tattoos, with the only piece of blank space being her torso, tits, and chest. It only adds to the dangerously feminine rage she carries everywhere she goes. It’s no wonder she never wears makeup, outside of her groomed brows and mascara. She doesn’t need to fit within society’s norms of a feminine woman whatsoever. The tattoos, long hair—even curled up in a clip now—and aura alone make her more than perfect in my eyes.
Except for…
“Why,” I pant out as she continues her movements, forcing my eyes to roll. God, I feel like I could come again already. “Why do you only have one nipple piercing?”
Her actions pause for a moment as she takes in my question, fighting back her own intense pleasure. “It hurt like fuck?” she responds, confused.
I giggle, full of bratty intention all of a sudden, as my own hands go up to twist my pierced nipples. Pain and pleasure mix, and I wouldn’t be surprised if I saw my cum as cream on her purple dildo. “Awe, baby Nyx, huh? Topping me when you can’t even handle a piercing needle. Looks like you’re not as big and bad as you seem, right?”
Within seconds, she’s leaning down, forcing the massive length to fully bottom out inside of me. One of her delicate hands wraps around my throat, squeezing the sides aggressively, then I feel her hand crack against my tit. The air is lurched out of my lungs from the mixture of actions, and my eyes bulge. Her hips shift, making the coffee table rock from the force. I can’t even moan with her grip on my throat, but fuck , it feels so good. “Oh, you wanna be a brat, huh? While I’m making you feel good? Go on, you pretty slut. Try and talk now.”
I go to do so, egged on by her goading, but I can’t even breathe properly from her choking, let alone speak. She thrusts hard again, and my eyes nearly roll to the back of my skull.
She keeps going, forcing her length inside of me, never letting up on her intense grip. My eyes start to go fuzzy as I stare at her fucking me.
It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt.
“No? Can’t speak now, huh? That’s right. Just taking your mommy’s cock like the good girl you were before you opened your pretty mouth. I should make one of the boys fuck your mouth like this so you remember your place is below us, but I’m too obsessed with you to share.”
Oh my God.
Finally, she releases my throat, and I gasp harshly as air fills my lungs. The relief is short lived before she’s shoving her fingers in my mouth and down as far as she can reach, gagging me herself as she fucks me mercilessly. Drool and spit coats her fingers as she pushes her fingers deeper, easily finding my gag reflex and forcing me to lurch forward.
She lets up slightly, thankfully not pushing too hard to make me sick. Her hand leaves my mouth, smearing my lipstick nearly to my chin, and grabs one of my thighs, forcing my leg up on her shoulder. The new position pushes me to my limit alone, and I nearly vibrate with how close I am. “Oh yeah, sweetheart. Be my filthy slut. Come on my fucking dildo so we can break this little bratty attitude up. Orgasm one out of two. Give it to me.”
And then she does exactly what I need to finally make me fall over the edge.
Her dainty fingers on her other hand strum my clit expertly. She moans just as loud as I do when my pussy starts to tighten on her strap-on even more, forcing her to be even rougher with her thrusts, forcing her to fuck herself even harder. With the short end of the toy inside her, I know she has to be close, too.
“Nyx,” I moan loudly, locking eyes with her. “Yes, yes, yes!” I shout, right as my orgasm wracks my body. Fireworks may as well have erupted in my veins as my eyes grow hazy and my pussy spasms around her toy wildly. She doesn’t let up for a second, though, fucking me harder and faster, milking my orgasm for all it’s worth.
“God,” she moans, what seems like hours later, and lowers my leg off her shoulder softly. I wince, already feeling soreness, even though we have much more night ahead of us. “I’m never letting you go, pretty girl. That was…”
“Amazing,” I finish for her.
She nods, staring at me intently, but it’s the sound of a guttural moan from the men beside us that finally breaks the bubble we’ve found ourselves in. We both turn, and immediately, I can feel myself becoming soaked, even though Nyx hasn’t even pulled her toy out yet.
I watch as Rhodes fucks my husband, both of their eyes on me even as they roll back, right as Asher pushes his length into my husband’s mouth, shutting him up. The sight alone makes me want to come undone yet again, and I’m immediately reaching for Nyx, needing another orgasm, not wanting to bother the boys.
Simon needs this. He’s been needing this for a long time.
It was only fair I let him have his fun, too.
Nyx giggles, pulling out of me, and I groan as I see the mess I left on her toy. She does too, but she just throws it into her backpack without a second glance and reaches for my hand. “Bedroom, baby girl. I need to cum so fucking bad, and I’m hellbent on getting that second orgasm from you.”
Achingly, I follow her into mine and Simon’s bedroom, without a second glance to the love of my life.
Even if his eyes follow me heavily, all while taking two other men.