Chapter 38
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
ASTRID
One moment, Frasier was grinding his bulge against me, and the next, he was inside me. It happened so quickly, but my skirt was off, my shirt was ripped, and my tits were bouncing for all to see. He slammed up into my pussy, and Calix undid his zipper, lining up right beside him.
For them hating each other so much, I didn’t think they would fuck me in the same hole—
Holy shit!
Calix shoved his fat cock into my pussy too. When I went to open my mouth to cry out in pain and pleasure, his lips connected with mine, and I ended up crying and moaning into his mouth, my pussy stuffed full.
They pushed into me at different intervals—slow, fast, erratic paces.
“Oh my God,” I said, their hands all over my body. “Fuck!”
We were in public. There were people here in the bar, watching us, for fuck’s sake! I shouldn’t like this as much as I did. Someone from school was bound to see, record it, post it online for the world to watch.
Except all I cared about right now was being filled … by all of them.
I peered over at Rush, who now sat back in a seat beside us, one hand on his bulge, his eyes on my pussy.
“Please,” I whispered, staring up at him through my lashes. “Please, fuck me too.”
Out of all the guys, Rush hadn’t fucked me like this yet. He had fingered me, shoved his fat cock into my mouth, made me come so many times, but he hadn’t been inside my tight little pussy, and I didn’t know how much longer I’d be able to take it.
“I’m not going to fuck you today, Astrid,” he said, reaching over and rubbing my clit as Frasier and Calix pushed into me.
My pussy tightened around them, and I whimpered out, desperate for him, “Please.”
“No.”
“Why not?” I cried, head lolling back against Frasier’s shoulder. “Everyone else has.”
“You sound like a dirty whore,” Frasier growled into my ear. “Being used by us.”
Clenching even more around them, I moaned out in pleasure and came on their cocks, my pussy pulsing over and over. Calix cursed under his breath and stilled inside me, his warm cum filling me up. I curled my toes, and he and Frasier pulled out of me.
Pussy drooling with their cum, I held my legs apart in the middle of the bar and stared at Rush through desperate eyes. “Please, fuck me, Rush. Please, my pussy is begging for you to fill it up! Why won’t you fuck me?”
He wrapped his free hand around the front of my throat and pulled me closer, his warm breath fanning my ear. “Why not? Because when I fuck you, I want you alone in my car, crying out my name and my name only, Hellcat.”
Then he slipped his fingers from my clit to my pussy, catching their cum and pushing it back into my pussy. I curled my toes, feeling him push his fingers all the way to my G-spot and then further, until he almost reached my cervix.
“Someone, fill her cunt,” Rush said. “Push their cum deeper. Get her pregnant.”
I clamped down around his fingers, my body exploding with pleasure and my eyes rolling back into my head.
Holy fucking—
Wave after wave of ecstasy rushed through me, and my legs trembled uncontrollably.
“Please,” I cried. “Please, someone …”
Arch pulled me off Frasier’s lap and sat me on the pool table, spreading my legs and immediately pushing his huge, throbbing cock into my tight pussy. I clutched on to his huge biceps and continued crying out in pleasure.
“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my fucking God. Don’t stop. Please!”
He slammed into me repeatedly. “You love being fucked by your stepbrother, don’t you?”
“Sh-shut up,” I stammered out, my tits bouncing. “And fuck me harder.”
He slapped me hard on the cheek, and I clenched around him, so he smacked me again. I tightened around him and anticipated another, but instead, he grabbed my chin, forced me to look up at him, and spit on me.
“You dirty fucking whore. Tell me what you are.”
But he didn’t give me a chance to as he rubbed the spit into my face and slapped me again.
“I’m a”—slap—“dirty”—slap—“whore!”
“You’re a dirty fucking whore,” he growled, pumping into me. “Say it again, and don’t fuck it up this time.”
“I’m a”—slap—“dirty”—slap—“fucking”—slap—“whore!”
As the last of my words left my mouth, I came all over his cock.
He stilled inside me, grunting lowly. Then he shoved me onto my knees, and I grabbed at his dick to lick off his and Calix’s and Frasier’s cum off him.
I wrapped my hand around the base to keep it still and swirled my tongue around his head, then sucked all of him into my mouth.
“You’re fucking nasty, Hellcat,” Arch growled, wrapping one hand in my hair.
I stared up at him through my lashes and sucked the last bit of cum from his cock.
He pulled my head back. “Look at you, you dirty slut. Don’t forget about Cairo.”
I licked my lips and glanced over my shoulder at Cairo, who still sat in the booth. To anyone else, he’d look so innocent, so inconspicuous, but I had seen the real him. I knew how he really wanted to treat me …
Like the brat—the good girl—that I was.
“Come fuck me,” I murmured, daring him because I knew he wouldn’t do anything in public. He might be a dom, but he was still cute, innocent little Cairo to the guys and to Redwood. “Here.”
Cairo’s eyes darkened, and he cocked his finger. “Come here.”
“Don’t you want to fuck me?” I asked from my knees, leaning over onto my arms.
Arch pushed his foot against my ass cheek, shoving me forward. “Don’t be a brat.”
“Crawl to him,” Rush growled, leaning against the pool table beside Arch, arms crossed.
While the others were trying to discipline me for him, Cairo didn’t seem fazed by it. He hadn’t moved his gaze away from mine as he cocked his finger again in my direction.
“Don’t make me say it again, Astrid.”
Fuck, my real name.
I gulped, my pussy warm. If I kept this up …
“Now, Astrid. Come here.”
It felt like the entire bar was watching me, but I knew that tone of voice … I had heard him use it during our time at his house. He was stern, but made me wet and warm in so many different places.
So, I crawled over to him on the dirty floor of Galaxy Grub, my ass swaying back and forth, my tits swinging underneath me. I stopped at his feet and stared up at him, suddenly desperate to be his good little girl.
“What do you say?” he murmured.
“I’m sorry.”
“Sorry for what?”
“Being a brat to you.”
“You know what happens when you’re a brat to me, right?”
“Yes,” I whispered.
“What happens?”
“I get punished.”
“Do you want me to punish you here?”
My nipples ached, and I pressed my thighs together. Part of me thought that Cairo really wouldn’t punish me here in front of everyone, not this publicly. But by the way he was staring at me, silently noting how my body reacted to the thought of being punished, I knew he would.
So, I shook my head.
“Words,” he demanded. “I need words from you.”
“No,” I whispered.
He patted his lap, and I crawled on up, reaching to undo his zipper and then pulling out his huge cock. I rubbed it up and down, positioning him at my entrance. With his hands on my hips, he pulled me down onto him. I curled my fingers around his shoulders.
“You won’t like my punishments as much as you like my rewards, baby,” he murmured into my ear, pumping up into me. The others were still watching, but he was talking too low for them to hear. “I promise you that.”
“I like punishments,” I said.
“You won’t like mine, but you won’t see them because you’re my good girl, aren’t you?”
I curled my toes. “Mmhmm.”
He seized my nipples and tugged. “Words.”
“Yes, Daddy! I’m your good girl!” I cried as he pulled my head back slightly so my lips were millimeters from his. I bounced on his dick, pushing Arch’s, Frasier’s, and Calix’s cum further into my pussy. “I’m your good fucking girl.”
And just like that … I had been claimed by The Crew.