57 #2
She clenches around me, and my hips stutter before I angle them differently, trying to hit that spot deep inside her that should have her screaming for me.
“Fuck yes,” she growls, and I know I’ve got it.
Every thrust of mine punches a gravelly groan from my throat as I keep slamming my cock into that same spot.
“Yeah? Right there? Can you feel my piercings, baby? Do they feel good?” I grunt out, sweat beading on my brow.
At the same time, I hear another distant sound: Alby whimpering and gasping, probably having the time of his life with our Bonded’s ass being shoved into his dick with every snap of my hips.
“I can,” she moans, and her hand moves to my nape, nails digging in, spurring me on. “I . . . like them very much,” she admits huskily, and I will definitely be fucking her brains out every chance I get from now on just to hear her walls come down as she admits her truths.
“Knew you would,” I grit out, pressing my sweat-damp forehead to hers, our breaths mingling. Then I crash my mouth onto those plush lips, famished, my only sustenance her.
Tasting her, I stroke my tongue along hers, cock twitching wildly inside her as her tongue caresses mine in return.
Her inner walls grip me tighter, urging me to sink my teeth into her lower lip and earning me another sinful moan.
“Fuck—fuck . . .” I rasp, pleasure zapping all throughout me, the base of my spine pure heat and tingling.
“Let me see,” she pants, and I grin past my laboured breaths, knowing immediately what she’s asking for.
Pulling my upper body back, I move my hand from her leg to her chin, angling her head down between us to where my own gluttonous eyes glue obsessively to watch the way my thick cock plunges in and out of her pussy, slick and glistening with her arousal, my skin coated in her.
Havoc lets out a hoarse sound of pleasure and clamps down around me once again, and I shudder, knees weakening while my cock throbs painfully at the lewd sight of me claiming my girl in such a raw, thorough way.
And her silky walls are just too. Thrust. Fucking. Thrust. Good. Thrust.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you? Look at how fucking good I stretch you. You love my fat cock.”
“I do,” she grits out, flicking her intense gaze up to meet mine and glaring daggers at me like this is a problem I should fix.
Fucking hell, that’s so hot.
And also not happening. The only problem here is that I can’t stitch myself into her to ensure we’ll never be apart.
“Then watch,” I growl, the hammering of my hips into her unrelenting. “Watch how fucking well I fill you. Watch how your little cunt is forced to take me, to let me in.”
My next thrust is brutal, probably crushing the quiet man behind her as I bury myself to the hilt, holding myself there and rolling my hips so she can feel all of me.
“I want more. Give me more,” she snarls like an animal, and I fucking love it.
“My greedy girl,” I murmur, giving her what she wants, and her head drops back onto Alby’s shoulder, mouth open wide as I continuously shove the air from her lungs, moving in and out of her savagely.
Alby only snatches my attention for a moment then, because I notice he isn’t helping me please my girl.
And when I think about another man getting what he is right now, sharing her with me when she was always meant to be mine and only mine, and not working to give her the pleasure she deserves .
. . jealousy and anger surge up within me despite my previous laxness about the other men in here.
So I snarl, “Please our girl. Make her feel good. Give her what she needs . . . Touch her tits.”
With a squeaked agreement and his usual flush but a thousand times deeper, Alby’s hands fly to her breasts. Then freeze there like he doesn’t know what to do now that he holds such magnificence in his palms.
I can respect that.
“Yes, be a good slut, Puppet,” Havoc purrs in her silky voice of sin, keeping a hand on my neck while the other moves behind her to cup the back of his, raking her nails through the dark hair at his nape.
Mewling, he obeys at once, his hands squeezing the plump flesh in them. And when I slam my hips forwards harder, he moans along with our girl from the friction between their bodies, unable to keep himself from rutting up against her again.
Hmmm . . . it’s actually hot to watch her get the pleasure and worship she deserves from him—from us all.
I think about any other man but me or one of the guys in my Bonded group putting their hands on her in the same way.
My vision turns red, and a malicious growl crawls up my throat.
No. Definitely not.
Odd. What is it about these particular men that makes it bearable? Have I learned to trust them? Is it the way they treat the woman I love with such care, the way they revere her in a way I thought only I was capable of? Be obsessed just like me, even if they show it differently?
I don’t have the capacity to think more on that when I’m so focused on giving my girl everything she needs, and I’m about to demand Alby touch her more, when Havoc does it for me: “Play with my clit, slut. Give me what I want.”
Whining her name needily, he keeps a hold of one breast while the other hurriedly races down to just above where my cock’s still pistoning into her, and he clumsily gets to work on strumming her little nub, causing her to squeeze around me as if her cunt’s as desperate to keep me inside her as every part of my own being is.
“Mhmm, fuck. Squeeze me again, Havoc, baby.”
She does, and my balls draw up, readying for release, but I shove it back with the might of an army, refusing to cum before her.
Arching between us, she scrapes her nails along both mine and Alby’s napes now, clearly having figured out just how much we love it, and the latter whimpers. “E-Ezla . . .”
Turning her head, she grins wickedly before nipping his jawline, and jealousy rushes through me savagely, driving my hips forwards harder and harder. Her hot-as-fuck noises start again, louder this time, her heavy gaze drawn back to me.
Yes, Havoc—focus on me. Only me.
Alby buries his face in her neck, drawing in rapid, shallow breaths of air. Still circling her clit with shaking fingers, he hesitantly twists her nipple through her dress with his other hand when she pushes her chest out in silent demand.
Her body begins to tremble, her thighs shaking in Cooper’s and Scotty’s unwavering grasps, and I know she’s close. “Give it to me, baby. Drench my cock. Mark me. Claim me,” I pant, reaching out to snatch up her throat, applying slight pressure to see how she takes it.
Her darkening eyes are all the answer I need.
Squeezing a little more, I keep up my punishing thrusts, fixated on her in awe, fascination, obsession . . . love.
Crying out, her entire body tenses, and I lose it right along with her as she soaks my cock, spurting hot cum into her, marking her with me. Alby makes a strangled sound, no doubt right there with us, but all I see is my Havoc.
“Yeah—fucking take it. Take my seed,” I groan deeply as my limbs spasm uncontrollably, the pleasure crashing over me again and again in all-consuming tidal waves.
Mine, mine, mine . . .
Her milky-olive skin gleams with a light sheen of sweat, and I keep pumping my hips, slower now, to draw out her orgasm. An orgasm she gave me, because of me.
“I love you. Love you so much, Havoc. My girl,” I mumble, nuzzling my nose into her neck on the opposite side to Alby, cock continuing to spill cum into her, body buzzing with so much emotion and pleasure I can hardly take it.
She stiffens, and I instinctively shoot a warning look at Cooper not to say anything, my glare promising an early grave if he so much as breathes a word about our Bonded’s deep-seated aversion to love.
Now is not the time—I won’t allow such a precious moment to be ruined.
Fortunately, he doesn’t seem to want that either and keeps his mouth shut firmly.
But when the time does come . . .
We’ll destroy her pathetic sperm donor who’s undoubtably the cause of the freakouts that ensue with every mention of the word “love”. And then we’ll build a castle for our queen to rule over the world in.