Chapter 20 #3
I try to gasp in a breath, but I can’t. My eyes roll back as pure white hot pleasure blankets my body.
My pussy grips his cock like a vise, trembling around him as my body jerks in his hold.
This orgasm is unlike anything I’ve felt before. I almost pass out as my head spins. It feels like I’m being electrocuted, every cell inside me alive.
“I wish you were real,” Sylas growls.
I want to tell him I am real. That I’m right here. I’m his, he’s mine. But I can’t speak.
Even though I’m still climaxing, I start to panic that I’m going to die. I can’t breathe now, unable to catch my breath.
But thankfully, Sylas lets go of my throat, and I suck in a gasping breath.
He brings his hand down to my hip and uses both hands to rock me roughly over his cock.
Then he holds me against him, his cock buried to the hilt.
He tosses his head back, lips parting as one of the hottest moans leaves his lips.
His body tenses, and his cock pulses inside me. I feel every jerk as his cum fills me.
My body feels like it’s alive, like every nerve inside me is lit up.
My chest heaves as I continue to struggle to take in breaths.
I don’t even get to enjoy the high, the blissed out look on Sylas’ face as he slumps back against the couch, chest heaving, eyes closed, and a smile on his face, when I’m being ripped off his lap.
I go to scream, but a hand slaps over my mouth. I’m being tossed onto the other couch.
I go down with a whimper, my eyes wide and aware of the very dangerous man over me.
His hand is on my mouth again, his murderous gaze glaring down at me.
“What are you doing here, Lotus Flower?” Jasper snarls.
He’s got a crazed look in his eyes, but I can tell he’s high, his eyes bloodshot red.
“You made a big mistake coming here tonight.” He rips my legs apart, then works at freeing his shaft.
“You walked right into the lion's den.” He shifts his body so that he’s between my legs.
His lips curve into a cruel smile. “Now you’re paying the price,” he growls, then thrusts forward.
I scream against his palm at the pain of his cock forcing its way inside me. Everything is so sensitive, it’s too much.
But Jasper doesn’t care. He growls as he fucks into me roughly. “Fucking whore.” he growls. “Your pussy dripping with my brother's seed, yet your cunt gripping my cock like it can’t get enough. You want my cock, Lotus Flower? You want my cum?”
Lotus Flower. Fuck. I love it. He has a nickname for me.
It causes my pussy to clench around him, turning me on despite how cruel he’s being right now.
If anything, it just makes me ache for more.
“Do you know how long we’ve wanted to watch you break for us?” Jasper grunts, his breathing heavy, brows pitched. “To mark your perfect skin? To watch you fucking bleed for us?”
I moan, my eyes rolling back.
The laugh that leaves him is evil. “You like that? Fuck. You’re such a fucking sick little bitch.”
I’ve never heard Jasper talk like this before. I’d expect it from Sylas, expect it from Welsey, but him?
I know he can be cruel and rough, I’ve felt it for myself, and I’ve seen it with other girls.
But right now, the look in his eyes is purely animalistic.
His hand shifts, pressing against my nose.
My eyes widen as fear springs through me. I try to breathe, but I can’t. My heart starts to race, and I sob against his hand.
His lips curve into a malicious grin. “That's it,” he chuckles, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room. “That's what I wanted. Your fear,” he groans. “So fucking intoxicating. You shouldn’t have come here,” he snarls.
My eyes start to flutter closed, my head pounding as I start to pass out.
“Not so fast,” he grunts, his hand shifting again, freeing my nose.
My nostrils flare, desperately trying to get air inside my lungs.
“Look at you.” His eyes roam all over my face. “So fucking perfect. Cum for me, Lotus Flower. I wanna hear you scream.”
He angles his hips in just the right way, hitting my sweet spot. My eyes roll back as an orgasm slams into me out of nowhere.
I scream against his palm, my body shaking beneath him as I shatter for him.
His thrusts grow choppier, more burning, and then he’s gripping my face with his hand, resting his head against his hand as his body tenses up, and his cock throbs inside me.
“Fuck!” he growls, chest heaving with every breath he takes.
Jet after jet of cum shoots out, filling me up, mixing with Sylas’ release. I wish I could see the look on his face. To see the pleasure I’m causing him.
My body sags into the couch, head growing fuzzy. I’m about to pass out when I’m being pulled out from under Jasper.
I’m able to breathe properly again, taking in lungfuls of air. I drop to the ground hard, chest heaving, mind spinning. I have no idea what the hell is going on until my eyes come into focus to find Wesley on top of me, pinning me to the ground.
“What do we have here?” His wicked grin has a wave of need flushing through me. I’m not sure if I can handle any more. Should I beg him to let me go?
No. I’d never willingly leave any of them. I’d never ask them to stop, no matter how much it hurt. My life is theirs to do with as they please. I just have to trust that even though they want to use me, to hurt me, to make me beg for their mercy, that they would never actually hurt me.
That they could kill me, but choose not to.
“I’ve caught myself a scared Little Rabbit,” he chuckles. “What a pleasant surprise. You’re the last person I’d ever expected to be here.” He leans up, settling on his knees.
I lay there, my breasts rising and falling quickly as I continue to try to settle my breathing. My heart, on the other hand, has no chance of slowing anytime soon.
A rush of want floods my system, and I lie there, letting my legs fall open for him.
He laughs curtly. “You really are a dirty little whore.” He starts to undo his pants.
“A fucking slut, lying there with your legs open, cum dripping from your greedy little cunt. You let them fuck you, and now you're horny for my cock, aren’t you?” he laughs, shoving his boxers and jeans down.
He leans forward, kicking his pants off, bringing his face an inch away from mine.
“Tell me, Little Rabbit. How long have you been this filthy little slut?”
“I’ve always been this way.” I breathe. “You’ve just never taken the time to see it.”
He growls with a sneer before lowering his head and biting down on my nipple.
I toss my head back with a scream, blinding pain bursting through me. He shoves my knees up, practically folding me in half, and then he’s thrusting inside me.
My hands claw at his back, sobs and whimpers filling the room as he snarls against my breast, his teeth still latched on my nipple as he starts to pound into me.
The hardwood floors scrape against my back, adding to the pain of his punishing thrusts.
As my body and mind catch up to the moment, it doesn’t take long before pleasure mixes with the pain.
My eyes close, my body relaxes, and I let this monster do with me as he pleases.
He ruts into me like he can’t get enough. Every glide of his pierced cock against my sensitive walls push me towards my third orgasm of the night.
My body is sore, overstimulated, and tired. But I don’t try to get away. I want that release that builds with every work of his hips.
The tip of his cock rubs against my sweet spot, and the way he grinds against my clit every time he thrusts inside me adds to the sparks of pleasure.
He never lets go of my breast, grunting and growling against it as he fucks me.
“Fuck,” I whimper, this time able to speak with no restriction. “Oh god. Yes. Fuck me, Wesley. I’m yours. Use me. Own me. Fuck!”
He growls louder, his hand gripping my hip as he ruts into me.
My eyes close, allowing myself to feel every sensation inside me.
I smile, knowing I’ve gotten to be with every one of them tonight. That I’m leaving here with their release inside me, and their marks left on my body and soul.
I’m not sure if they will remember any of this, and while I’d hate for them not to, I hope they don’t.
I’m not ready for them to know how I feel about them. I still have so much left to do until they’re ready to be mine.
One night with them like this isn’t going to be enough for them to be convinced. They will realize when they have a clear mind what they did, and I could be at risk of losing them.
I’m counting on them waking up and thinking they had a wild night with the girl who they hired, the girl who looks like me.
Wesley lets out a long, loud groan and then he’s cumming inside me. His cock pulsing with every rope of cum that fills me.
His orgasm sets off mine. I take in a gasping breath as a smaller, less intense climax hits me. Pleasure ripples through me, pussy quivering around him as I whimper out my release.
Wesley lets go of my breast and rolls off me with a groan. I lay there, trying to catch my breath, my body humming, my mind racing.
I lay there for a little while, covered in sweat, heart racing, and my body buzzing. With a dopey smile, I stare up at the ceiling, basking in the afterglow of some of the best sex of my life.
Okay, granted it’s only the second time I’ve had sex. But it was still mind-blowing.
Wait, would this be the fourth time I had sex because last time Sylas and Wesley only used my mouth, but this time they fucked me, like actually fucked me.
Does oral sex count as sex? Or is it sexual acts?
“Nola?” Callie hisses.
My eyes snap open, and I jolt upright. “Fuck.” My gaze darts around the room, finding the guys passed out again.
Jumping to my feet, I ignore the rush of cum that spills down my thighs and grab for my clothes. Quickly, I get dressed and grab the bag with the blood. Looking around the room, I make sure nothing is left behind before taking one last look at my men.
Jasper is lying on one of the couches, his pants still on but cock out. Wesley is on the ground, next to where I just was, lying on his stomach, butt ass naked.