Chapter 30 #2
“Can’t use your safe word now,” I taunt menacingly. “You’re at my fucking mercy, Nola. Now be a good little whore and stay still while I use your mouth as my own personal fuck hole.”
I let go, letting all my sick and depraved, pent-up feelings toward this woman run free. The demon inside me surfaces, and I relinquish all control.
Lip pulling back in a snarl, I fuck her mouth relentlessly. The sounds of her gagging on my cock fills the air around us, making my cock harder.
Her mouth feels fucking amazing against my piercings as they glide over her tongue.
With every snap of my hips, I feel myself coming undone. My grip is punishing as I use her the way I did with all the other girls I wish were her. I watch as my cock disappears down her throat with every thrust.
“That's it,” I grunt. “Take it like a good little slut. God, Nola, you’re such a fucking whore for us. Look at you, on your knees for me, sucking my cock. Are you scared?” I ask her.
She tries to answer, but it’s nothing more than a short, gargled sound.
“You should be. I could make you choke on my cock, cut your breathing off completely. And as your lungs burn, desperately trying to suck in any bit of air you can, I’ll cum down this throat and waterboard you with my fucking cum.”
Her nostrils flare, tears spilling from her eyes as snot and spit also drip down her face. She looks fucking gorgeous.
I faintly hear Jasper next to me, telling me to take it easy, but I ignore him. I know she can’t say her safe word, but even if she could, she wouldn’t use it.
I can tell by the glazed look of arousal shining from her eyes. I think she’s just as turned on by this, and I bet if I reached between her thighs right now, I'd find her dripping onto the cemetery floor.
“Cry for me, baby. Let me see those tears.” I groan as I feel my orgasm building.
Every time I bottom out, she gags, trying to swallow around my length. Every time I pull back, her teeth scrape against my cock, feeling so fucking good.
The sounds coming from her are downright filthy.
“I’m gonna cum,” I growl. “I’m gonna cum down your throat, and you’re going to swallow every fucking drop of it. And if you don’t, I’ll make you fucking lick it off the ground.”
Her hands grab onto my thighs, trying to balance herself as my thrusts grow more wild. Her nails dig into me, the bite of pain making my balls tighten further.
“That's it,” I grunt. “Fight back, Little Rabbit. It only makes me harder.”
My balls draw up as a tingle shoots up my spine. I thrust into her mouth one last time, holding her at the base of my cock as I let my orgasm wash over me.
Never letting my gaze leave hers, I grit my teeth and snarl as I cum down her throat with violent jerks. Her throat swallows around my cock, trying to take my load, but it’s too much.
She sputters, cum spilling from her mouth. I see a panic flash in her eyes, and I know she’s at risk of actually drowning in my cum.
With my hand still gripping her hair, I pull her off my cock, letting her finally breathe easy.
She coughs and gags, spluttering as she tries to breathe, cum dripping past her lips as she takes in wheezing breaths.
I tsk when I see the mess she’s made. My cum coats my thighs, her face, her breasts.
Crouching down, I grip her chin. Her breathing hasn’t returned to normal, and her eyes are wild, but she can speak again. And I haven’t heard her safe word yet. She fucking loved it, and I can tell she wants more by the pure, unfiltered lust shining back in her bright, stunning eyes.
Don’t worry, Little Rabbit, we’re not done with you. Not even close.
“Naughty, naughty, Little Rabbit. I said not to waste a drop, and you’ve gone and made a mess.” I tsk again, shaking my head. Gathering the cum from her cheeks and chin with two fingers, I shove them between her lips. She gags around my fingers as I massage them against her tongue.
“Better.” I grin. “But there's more.”
With my hand on the back of her head, I shove her down to the ground, making her cry out as I bring her face to the puddle of cum on the grass. “I said I’d make you clean it up, now, do as you’re fucking told, slut.”
My cock grows hard again as this girl fucking amazes me by doing what she was told.
Without hesitation, her tongue flicks out, and she laps the cum off the ground.
“Why is that so fucking hot?” Sylas groans. “It’s my turn with her.”
Nola looks up, eyes widening. “No.” She shakes her head. “Please.”
I let her go, standing back up and taking a step back.
Sylas chuckles. “Your pleas fall on deaf ears with me, Lola Girl.”
Nola goes to stand, to run, but Sylas pushes her back to the ground with his foot against her chest. Nola yelps, hitting the ground with a grunt. She doesn't waste time as she starts to try to get to her feet again. Sylas shoves her down again, this time onto her stomach.
“You’re so cute, thinking you can escape us.” Sylas grins like a psychopath with a new victim to torture. “Not so fast. No flying away, Little Butterfly. I’ve already clipped your wings.”
Nola still tries to scramble away.
I stand there watching, an excited thrum buzzing through my body. Jasper is on the other side, watching with a hunger I know he’s fighting against.
Sylas grabs Nola’s feet and yanks her closer to him. She screams, clawing at the ground.
To anyone else, it would look like she’s being attacked, that we’re three monsters about to rape her.
But the truth is, she knows how to end it, but says nothing as Sylas climbs on top of her.
“That's it,” Sylas grunts as he grinds her into the ground while grabbing a hold of her wrist to pin them behind her back. “Keep fighting, I love when I have to work for it.”
One hand is pressed to Nola’s head. Her face is turned to the side, cheek to the dirt as Sylas’ other hand is pinning her lower back down.
Sylas adjusts himself so that he can thrust into her from behind. In one go, he spears her with his cock, letting out an animalistic groan as Nola screams into the night air.
“Yeah, scream for me, baby,” Sylas manically laughs as he starts to fuck into her with rough, punishing thrusts. “I fucking love it.”
Nola whimpers, crying out for him to stop. “Please,” she begs. “It hurts. Stop.”
“Mhhm,” Sylas hums. “Feels like fucking heaven to me,” he growls against her skin before sinking his teeth into the round curve of her shoulder.
When he releases her shoulder, there’s blood trickling from the bite mark as well as some on his lips and teeth.
Sylas licks his lips, laughing like a crazy person again.
“This is so fucked up,” Jasper complains. “We shouldn’t be doing this.”
“Why?” I ask him, pulling my attention from the scene that’s happening in front of me. I lazily stroke my cock, loving this every bit as much as the two on the ground do.
“Because you’re hurting her.”
“So?” I lift a brow, giving my dick a squeeze. “This is no different than what we’ve done to all the other girls we’ve fucked.”
“But she’s not those girls. She’s Nola!”
“And Nola isn’t the girl you thought she was. Now fucking accept that or leave.” I’m so over him being a fucking wet blanket. Our dreams are literally coming true, and I’m not going to let him ruin it.
“She didn’t say the safe word, Jasper. She could do so at any time, but she hasn’t.”
“She’s begging him to stop.” He throws his hand out, gesturing to them just as Nola lets out another ‘please, stop’.
“For the love of god, stop trying to ruin the fucking illusion,” I snap.
His brows furrow, and I watch as it finally clicks in his thick skull. He’s not stupid, but when it comes to Nola, he’s blind to anything that isn’t the girl he first fell in love with all those years ago when we were kids. I know his head is probably a mess.
He just needs to see it with his own two eyes and feel it as she comes apart for him to understand.
“So good,” Sylas pants. “Your cunt is so fucking tight, Nola. I’m gonna ruin it,” he grunts, the sound of his hips slapping against her ass mixes with wet sounds of his dick entering and exiting her pussy.
She’s fucking soaked. She’s so aroused that she’s making a mess of Sylas’ cock, and it has me extremely impatient to have her do the same thing to mine.
I spit into my hand, pretending it’s her juices as I continue to fuck my fist to the music that is Nola’s begging.
I raise a brow and look up at Jasper. His jaw is clenched, and I can see the gears working in his brain as he debates on what he should do.
My attention flicks back down to Nola, and fuck me, I nearly cum.
Nola breathes heavily, looking a little bit defeated with her eyes clenched tightly shut as her body jerks forward with every thrust from Sylas. It’s as if she’s given up on fighting, but she still hasn’t uttered her safe word, and that has me thrusting into my hand more erratically.
“Fuck it.” Jasper finally breaks, moving to drop down to the ground in front of where Nola’s head is.
He shoves Sylas’ hand from her head, then grabs a handful of her hair, yanking her head up.
“You really should have run when you had the chance,” he sneers, grabbing his cock and shoving it between her lips.
She gasps as he enters and gags as Jasper bottoms out, her nose buried in the hair at the base of his cock.
“That's what I’m talking about,” Sylas chuckles.
He adjusts himself so that he’s on his knees and grabs Nola’s hips. Sylas pulls Nola’s ass into the air, grabbing her ass cheeks in a bruising grip as he starts to pound into her while Jasper fucks Nola’s face.
Dropping to my knees, I jerk myself off as I watch my two best friends use the girl of our dreams like she’s their own personal fuck toy.
“She’s ours now, boys. To use, to own, to fucking consume,” I groan, gripping my balls, giving them a squeeze.
“Mine,” Sylas growls, slapping her ass. It makes a loud cracking sound and instantly turns her skin bright red, leaving a handprint where he made contact. She screams around Jasper’s cock, making him growl.