Chapter 45 Willow #3
He fucks into me hard and fast, like waiting this long to claim me has pushed him right up to the edge. His cock fills me completely, and each hard, almost punishing thrust rocks me to my core.
I’m pinned down and filled up… and I love it.
“Watching you scream for Vic got me so fucking hard for you,” he growls. “Our greedy girl. So. Fucking. Greedy.”
Each word is punctuated by a thrust so deep I can feel it all the way through me, and the bed rocks beneath us, its joints squeaking.
I don’t say anything back. I can’t. Every time he bottoms out inside me, it punches all the breath from my lungs, so I just wrap my legs around him, my nails digging into my palms and sweat slicking our skin as he pounds into me.
When he comes, he drops his head to the crook of my neck with a feral grunt, and I squeeze around him, my legs shaking. I can’t even tell if I’m coming again, or if it’s just the leftover pleasure from all the orgasms Victor gave me, but it doesn’t matter. It’s exactly what I need.
Cum drips from me as Malice pulls out, and when he moves out of the way, Ransom takes his place.
“Such a good girl for us,” Ransom murmurs, giving me a little smile as he lifts my hands and kisses my wrists where Malice held me down. Then he drapes my arms over his shoulders, gripping my hips as he notches himself at my entrance and slides inside.
The piercings along his shaft feel huge as they rub against my walls, and I’m already so close, just from him pressing inside me.
He starts off with a few measured strokes to let me recover a little, then picks up the pace, fucking me almost as hard as Malice did, hunger burning in his blue-green eyes. He leans down and kisses me as his hips keep working, mouths and teeth and tongues colliding as heat builds between us.
By the time I feel another orgasm cresting, I’m a mess, sweaty and writhing under him. It hits me hard, and I let out a ragged cry, clenching around him.
“God, fucking... Willow!”
He groans my name as he follows right after, grinding his pelvis against me as his cock jerks and swells.
He keeps doing that as we ride out our orgasms, the pressure on my clit dragging mine out until I feel like I might never stop coming.
My heart is a heavy drumbeat in my chest, and I have to take a second to catch my breath before I can unwind my legs from his waist and let him pull out.
Instead of shuffling off the bed like Malice did, Ransom just flops to the side, and my gaze returns to Vic. Tonight has been a lot, and I wouldn’t blame him if he can’t handle any more. Hell, I’m not sure I can handle any more.
Of course, as soon as I have that thought, Vic moves toward the bed, and my exhausted body immediately sparks back to life a little. If Vic is going to fuck me, I want that so badly, no matter how worn out I am.
I watch Vic as he crawls onto the mattress, settling between my legs.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, reaching up to smooth my sweaty hair back from my face. “You have no idea what you look like when you’re letting them have you.”
“Is that why you like to watch so much?” I whisper.
He smiles, lifting one shoulder. “It might be. But I think it’s just you. I can never take my eyes off you.”
I pull him down into a heated kiss, and he groans against my lips, his movements a little clumsy and desperate as he guides himself into me at the same time. My pussy is slick with my own arousal and the combined cum of both of his brothers, but Vic doesn’t seem to care.
He presses his huge cock into me, and I’m grateful for the extra wetness to help him slide in smoothly. Once he’s fully seated, he grabs my hips for a second, his jaw going tight as he steadies himself. Then he pulls me up, changing our positions so that I’m half in his lap.
My arms shake a little as I cling to him, worn out from the marathon of fucking and coming. But he cradles me close, not letting me fall, and when he thrusts his hips up, I can feel how deep this angle lets him get.
There’s more confidence in the way he fucks me this time, and it doesn’t take him as long to find his rhythm. He’s getting more experienced, but more than that, I think it’s because he’s learning how to let go with me, learning that it’s okay to chase what feels good, to give in to that craving.
It’s something I had to learn too. It took me a while to stop second guessing myself or feeling like there was something wrong with me for the things that turn me on.
For needing it rough.
For liking when Malice degrades me.
For wanting to be claimed by three different men.
But I’m finally starting to accept those things about myself, and it makes me want to show Victor how much it means to me that he’s fucking me like this.
I feel like a rag doll, limp and spent, but I clench my walls around him, pressing wet kisses to his neck and sucking on his earlobe as I push myself toward another orgasm.
“You feel so good, Vic,” I whisper. “This feels so good.”
“This is where you belong,” he pants. “With us. Like this.”
I nod my agreement, because there’s nowhere else I’d want to be. Vic bounces me on his lap, working me up and down his cock, and when he pulls me down hard and pulses inside me, I swear I can feel some of his brothers’ cum leaking from me to make room for his.
That thought—knowing that all of them have come inside me, that I’m full of all of them—triggers the orgasm I’ve been working toward, and I shudder weakly against Vic as my eyes roll back.
He splays his hands over my back and leans forward, laying me down on the bed again as he finally slips out of me. I really am spent now. There’s nothing left in my mind but a blissful haze, and I’m just moments away from falling asleep.
When something warm and wet settles between my legs, I whimper and try to shove it away.
“Can’t… come again,” I mumble.
Ransom chuckles. “No one’s asking you to this time, pretty girl. But as hot as it is seeing you drip with our cum, we need to get you cleaned up a little. You just rest. We’ve got you.”
The washcloth goes back between my legs, and the warmth of it does feel soothing as he carefully wipes away the sticky mess.
When he’s done, the mattress shifts a bit, and then someone lifts me while the covers are pulled down.
They set me down and tuck me beneath the sheets, and I blink my eyes open long enough to gaze up at the three of them.
“There’s only one bed,” I remind them.
Malice looks at the bed with a doubtful expression on his face. “Yeah, but it’s too small for all of us. Someone can sleep on the couch, and there’s a—”
“Stay,” I mumble. “Please.”
I don’t have the brain power to be more articulate than that, but fortunately, I don’t need to be. After a few low, murmured words, the three of them shuffle onto the bed with me, Victor on one side and Malice and Ransom on the other.
“Don’t fucking try to cuddle with me in the middle of the night,” I hear Malice grunt.
“Aww, you used to love our cuddle time, Mal,” Ransom shoots back.
“That was when you were three, and it was because you wouldn’t fucking nap if I didn’t go in there and sit with you. Mom made me.”
“Sure she did.”
“She didn’t,” Victor whispers in my ear. “Malice just liked to look out for him.”
A tired smile tugs at my lips, and I nestle deeper into the little pocket between all of them, warm and cozy and content.