Chapter 16
Braylen
Why did the snowman suddenly smile?
He could see the snowblower coming.
Having my Angel in my space is making me dizzy with need.
The others close in on her like predators stalking their prey – because that’s exactly what she is.
Our prey – Our girl .
I don’t care if I have to share her, but I need her to be mine, always – forever.
Is it weird to become this obsessed with someone this quickly?
Maybe – but in my defense, she’s too perfect to pass up.
“Are we taking this to the bedroom?” Brad pipes up, “Because I really want to experience heaven. Dibs on the muddy back road.”
“Did I even say that was an option?” She snarks at Brad, but the twinkle in her eye and the way she grinds her thighs together let me know she wants that – a lot.
My hand wraps around her throat from behind, and I drag her back until she’s flush with my front. My erect johnson digs into her lower back, and I nip at her neck in retaliation when she grinds her lower back onto it.
If anything is going to be grinding on me, I want it to be her perfect labia or her puckered hole.
I tighten my hand around Cherry’s throat, and she stills her movements against me.
“Are you going to be our dirty little whore tonight? Let us use you while we give you pleasure until you pass out from exhaustion – even then, we may not stop,” I say against her ear. My voice is low, but the others still hear me.
“Fuckkkk. Why is this so hot?” Brad mutters. The psychopath grips his penis through his jeans, and I have to resist the urge to throw him out of my house.
“Are you going to let us do filthy things to you, whore?” I ask my Angel.
Her pulse thunders wildly against my fingers, and she swallows heavily, “Yes.”
“Do you have limits?” I ask her.
“None. If I don’t like something, I’ll let you know,” she says.
Her legs step apart just slightly, and I use it to my advantage and slide mine between hers, “Make yourself come on my leg. Use me just like I’ll be using you tonight, and get yourself off before we use you like the little fuck doll you are.”
Cherry turns in my arms, positioning herself on my leg again, and grinds her pretty little flower against me.
My peen is as hard as a fucking rock underneath my clothes, but the sight of her bright green eyes looking up into mine as she brings herself to completion is more than I can bare.
She shudders, her panties becoming like a soaked cloth from how turned we’ve made her tonight.
My control snaps, and I throw her over my shoulder and practically sprint to the room .
“What is this room?” Cherry asks when I put her on her feet. She stumbles slightly, her heels catching on the shag rug in the middle of the floor, and I reach out to grab her arm in my hand, balancing her. The others follow in behind us, and the door clicks shut.
“This room is where I take brats who need to be punished. Where we act out our desires and fuck your holes until you are filled with us,” I step into her space. “This is where we make you ours, little slut.”
The others join, crowding her in between us all, and she sways on her feet.
Cherry gulps, her throat bobbing, and I watch in fascination as she steels herself. “What desires?” she asks huskily.
“Anything we want. You said you had no limits, so we get to do anything we want to you in this room.”
My hand reaches out and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. Her whole attention is on me right now, and I soak it up as much as I can.
Tonight, I’m sharing my angel with three other men who all want to defile her in various ways and stuff her so full of their seed that she won’t know who is who.
“Lie down on the bed,” I order.
My hand wraps around her throat, and I back her towards the mattress, keeping step with her until the back of her knees hit the bed, and she falls backward.
Her long rainbow locks fan out around her in a techno-colored halo.
She looks like a disco angel, and I want to get groovy with her and then fuck her until she’s seeing heaven like I do when I’m merely looking at her.
“You need a safe word. Something that tells-”
“I know what a safe word is, Braylen.”
She rolls her eyes but fuck me if my name on her tongue doesn’t sound like fucking sin. Cherry props herself up on her elbows and stares at us all, “My usual one is fruit punch.”
“No!” Brad barks, “Pick a different one. You don’t even get to think about other men right now. Not like you’ll get a chance too…”
“Okay?” she pauses for a moment, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, “Cola?”
“Perfect! I love cherry cola,” Jacob chirps from her left side.
I rest my hands on her knees and part her legs, “Are you going to be a good whore for us?” I murmur, stroking my hands up her inner thighs.
“Mmhmm,” she murmurs, her pupils blown with lust and a little bit of alcohol.
“Good. You can start by being a good girl and letting Brad taste you. Let him get you ready to take our members all night long.”
I wrap my hand around her lace panties, and the sound of them shredding fills the room, along with our heavy breathing and Cherry’s sharp intake of breath.
“But-”
“No buts, let him do it. That’s what you wanted, after all. It’s why you agreed to the group date. It made your little lace panties soaked, the mere idea of all of us filling your whore cunt with our members,” I stroke my hand up her thigh, squeezing her creamy skin in my palm, then slap her bare clit.
Cherry gasps, her back arching off the bed. “What are you?” I ask her, my voice gruff.
The others stand around her silently, watching how she writhes on the sheets below her in anticipation of the night ahead.
“A whore.” She breathlessly replies.
“Who’s whore?”
“Yours. All of yours. Use me, please .”