Chapter Seven
JENNA
I’m hot all over. This moment is fucking surreal.
It’s a damn dream come true is what it is!
I’ve longed for this moment. I feel the head of his cock pushing against my hole.
I wait with bated breath for him to breach that tight muscle wall and fill me up.
I want them both to dominate me, own me and force me to take every fucking thing they have to give.
I cry out when he pushes forward and stretches my tight little hole out to fit him—he’s so fucking big.
I love the bite of pain and burn it causes as he keeps pushing forward, not allowing me a moment to breathe.
He’s pushing me past my limit of pain, but this is the shit I crave in the bedroom.
The guy beneath me reaches around, grips my cheeks and pulls them open to give him better access.
Unable to contain my want any longer, I push backward and slam down onto his cock.
I scream in pain but it’s fucking worth it.
The feeling of having them both inside me, stretching out my holes, is fucking perfection.
“She’s so… tight,” the guy beneath me grits out. A fine sheen of sweat coats my body. I no longer feel the chill of the night, all I can feel is heat and pleasure coursing through my body. It’s delicious and fucking addicting.
I feel the one behind me shift forward. I turn and peer back over my shoulder to watch as the green mask guy lines his cock up and thrusts forward, rocking all of us and drawing a cry from me.
“Fuck!” yellow growls. I’m panting and trying to remain coherent, but the feelings inside me are clouding my rational thought as need consumes me and overrides everything else.
“Move!” white mask shouts. The four of us cry out when green thrusts forward and sets a ruthless tempo we’re all forced to endure.
It’s the most beautiful form of torture I have ever experienced.
I bury my face in the crook of his neck and bite down on the tender flesh, loving the roar of pain that erupts from him as I sink my teeth in.
His hand comes up to grip the back of my head.
He tangles his fingers in my hair and rips my head back. I don’t cry out in pain.
I smirk down at him and lick the blood from my bottom lip. His eyes blaze but not with anger, they’re alight with hunger and approval.
The one behind me reaches around and cups my tits in his hands and squeezes them painfully, making me gasp.
“Take it, you fucking slut,” he snarls in my ear.
“I want it,” I pant as I weather the force of their thrusts. My throat is hoarse from screaming but I don’t care. My orgasm is cresting and I latch onto it with everything I have, needing this release more than I need to fucking breathe.
“Come for us like a good little whore,” I hear green demand.
His words are all I need to fall over the edge into pure bliss.
I scream as my orgasm thunders through me, like a storm set on destroying anything in its path.
It robs me of air and my vision turns hazy as I ride the waves of pleasure they force me to endure.
Before I can even catch my breath, I hear the guy behind me grunt.
White releases my hair as green comes to stand in front of me and shoves his cock in my open mouth, making me choke.
I don’t try to pull back. He fists his fingers in my hair and holds me in place as he fucks my throat while the other two continue to pump in and out of me.
Forgive me Father. I wish I could say I was sorry for sinning again, but I’m not. If this is what it’s like to live in sin, then I’m a fucking sinner.
“Suck it harder, bitch.” Green sneers. I hollow my cheeks and take him deeper into my throat.
I gag around him but it doesn’t deter him or the others as they continue to fuck me.
The grip yellow has on my hips is fucking bruising, but I long to see the marks he leaves behind on my skin.
I want to feel them imprinted on me. These are the three men I have been searching for.
For weeks I have tried to relive that moment in the Dungeon, never coming close until today.
“Fuck, I’m close,” the one beneath me forces out through clenched teeth.
“I’m nearly there, baby,” yellow pants as he thrusts into me, making me moan around green’s cock.
“Shit,” Green roars as his cock swells in my mouth, the hot tangy taste of his cum fills my mouth. I swallow greedily, needing to taste him and have him inside me. Shudders roll through him as I continue to lick him clean.
“I’m coming!” yellow yells. He thrusts into me twice more as he bellows out his release, filling my tight hole with it.
White grips my hips and holds me in place as he thrusts upward.
Green releases me and I pull back and scream as a wave of pleasure rolls through me.
I don’t wince when yellow pulls out of me because I’m too focused on my second orgasm brewing.
White’s thrusts are brutal and harsh but I love it.
I ride the fucking wave of ecstasy when it slams into me, taking me by surprise at how powerful it is.
I hear him groaning beneath me as he comes, but I’m too busy milking my release for everything it’s fucking worth to acknowledge it fully.
Shudders continue to plague me as he goes still beneath me. I flop forward, utterly spent and sated for the first time in weeks. My eyes are heavy and my limbs refuse to move. I can’t fucking move. They can leave me out here for all I care.
“Truth or dare, Prosecutor?” white asks breathlessly. His question is like a shockwave through my system. I draw back and stare down at him with apprehension. He may be wearing contacts, but I see the dark look in his eyes. Something tells me this man isn’t someone to be trifled with or pushed.
I look up to see yellow and green standing there with their arms crossed and their dicks safely back inside their sweats.
The masks the three of them wear only serve to enhance their darkness.
I don’t know how I missed it before. All three of them have a dark edge to them and it’s plain as day for me to see it now.
“Who are you?” I breathe out.
“Truth or dare,” yellow presses.
My face contorts, how the hell can they fuck me and then push me for answers.
Did that moment we just shared mean nothing to them?
No, of course it didn’t, Jenna, you idiot!
I scold myself. I’m the one who has been looking for them for weeks, not the other way around.
I’ve been pining and lusting after three faceless men for weeks, only to now realize they had forgotten all about me the moment they left that room.
That knowledge fucking stings. It hurts more than it should but I have never met anyone who is into the same type of shit I am in the bedroom.
The other guys I’ve fucked at the Dungeon all have limits and refuse to cross them, which I get, but I want someone to push me to mine and help me find what my limit is.
No one has been willing to do that except for these three, and that shit burns worse than tipping vodka on an open cut.
“Truth,” I say in a defeated tone.
“What’s the intel you have on the Frondozo Cosa Nostra?” green asks, knocking the wind right out of me.