Chapter 8 #5
Jamie shoved his cock back into my mouth.
I gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down my cheeks.
He pulled out, and I gasped for air. Then he was back again, his cock sliding past my lips and all the way down my throat until my nose was pressed into his pubic hair.
His grip on my hair tightened, holding me in place as he fucked my mouth.
My throat burned and my jaw ached to accommodate him, but I couldn’t deny the pleasure that was building inside me.
I couldn’t believe it. I was about to come. I could feel the now familiar heat building in the pit of my stomach, my thighs trembling as Logan’s fingers worked my clit with expert precision. My hips rocked, my body seeking out the friction it craved.
Jamie’s thrusts became more erratic, his hips snapping forward as he fucked my mouth with a newfound urgency.
I could feel his cock throbbing against my tongue, could sense his impending orgasm. He held my head in place, his fingers tangled in my hair, as he drove into my mouth one last time. His cock hit the back of my throat, making it spasm around his cock, my eyes watering, but I didn’t dare pull away.
“That’s it, little mate,” he groaned, his grip on my hair tightening. “Come for us.”
His words were all it took. My body tensed, my muscles clenching as the orgasm washed over me, my clit pulsing under Logan’s fingers.
I moaned around Jamie’s cock, the vibrations sending him over the edge.
He came hard, grunting and groaning as his hot seed filled my mouth and dripped down my chin.
I did my best to swallow as much as I could, but it was difficult.
When he was done, Jamie pulled out of my mouth, his cock still hard and glistening with my saliva. He reached out and wiped away the mess from my chin, his touch surprisingly gentle.
“Such a good little mate, taking our cocks so well,” he crooned, his voice thick with satisfaction.
He helped me to my feet, and I stood on shaky legs, my body still trembling from the intensity of what had just transpired.
“Ready for your last fucking, little mate?” Logan asked with frightening intent.
I swallowed hard, my heart racing in my chest. I was exhausted. I was sore. I was also dripping wet and my pussy clenched just at the blatant sexuality in his tone.
“Please, no more. I can’t take anymore,” I breathed. I wanted to be confident and strong, but I felt broken, and the words came out as a desperate plea.
Logan’s fingers danced across my hip, and he smirked. “We’ll see about that, won’t we?”
He wasted no time, his hand dipping between my legs, his fingers sliding through my folds. I gasped at the sudden contact, my hips jerking forward instinctively. I lifted my gaze to look into Logan’s eyes. They were a dark mahogany, glittering with gold and amber like a forest in autumn.
“Don’t worry, mate. With me, you don’t have to pretend that you don’t like it,” he purred, and my face flushed red hot.
It proved to be too difficult for me to stammer out a response, so I swallowed down my words and just shifted my gaze away, but he didn’t let me hide.
Instead, he just gripped my chin and forced me to look back at him.
“Because unlike the other two, I know you’ve been thinking about getting fucked like a dirty girl since you first saw me, haven’t you? That’s why your pussy is so fucking wet and dripping down your thighs right now. You’ve been wanting a taste of your alpha from the very beginning.”
I wanted to say no, but the way my pussy throbbed, there was no way I could honestly deny it.
He took that moment of vulnerability as his chance.
Wrapping one hand around the nape of my neck, he drew me to him and kissed me.
Hard and deep and so thoroughly that it stole my breath away.
I was helpless to resist him, his tongue delving into my mouth, claiming me as his own.
His fingers continued to explore my pussy, sliding in and out of me, curling against that spot inside that made me see stars.
“I’m a virgin,” I eventually managed to whisper the words against his lips.
“I know. We all know. We can smell it all over you, mate,” Logan answered, and my pussy clenched hard as my knees wobbled a little bit. “But you’ve been fucked in your mouth and ass. You’re ready to take a cock in that tight little cunt.”
“Wait—” I started, but I couldn’t get another word out as he lifted me clean off the ground, shifted his hips and drove his cock balls deep into my pussy in a single brutal thrust. I cried out at the searing, tearing pain.
It hurt.
My god, it hurt.
I’d never felt anything like this before.
He was so big. He stretched me wider than I thought possible and I keened through his taking of me.
But as he began to move, the pain slowly gave way to an intoxicating mingling of intense sensations, and I found myself arching into him, meeting his thrusts with my own.
His fingers dug into my ass cheeks as he held me in place and pounded into my helpless pussy.
I clung to him, my nails digging into his skin, as if trying to anchor myself to him.
“You’re going to come for me, mate, whether you like it or not. It’s not up to you. You’re just going to come and come and keep coming for me until I decide this sweet little cunt has been properly punished.”
My mind rebelled against the idea of being forced to orgasm.
I didn’t want to come. I wanted to hold back, to resist the pleasure that was building inside me, but my body betrayed me, my hips bucking to meet his thrusts, my pussy clenching around his cock.
I could feel it, the tension coiling in the pit of my stomach, the heat building between my legs.
He bounced me up and down on his cock, forcing me to take every last inch deeper into my aching pussy.
I tried to fight it, to hold back, but it was no use.
I was lost in the sensation, my body surrendering to his touch.
I cried out as I reached the edge, my body shuddering as my orgasm crashed over me. My vision blurred, my head spun, my ears rang. I was consumed by the sheer force of it.
“That’s it, mate. That’s how a dirty bad girl is made to orgasm, with your asshole dripping cum and this tight little pussy full of cock. Now don’t you stop. I’m not nearly done with you yet.”
He didn’t stop, his cock continuing to pound into me relentlessly.
I was spent, exhausted, and yet my desire continued to build.
My body responded to his every touch, my clit throbbing, my pussy aching.
I could feel another orgasm building, even more intense than the last. I wailed in his arms, my hips rolling and rocking in time with him, the tip of his cock penetrating me so deep it was pounding into my cervix.
“Come for me again, little mate. Come on my cock, come on my cock, come on my cock,” he chanted, his words a hypnotic rhythm, driving me closer to the edge.
I couldn’t hold back any longer. The euphoria was too much, too intense. I came again, screaming, my body shaking, my pussy clenching around him. It hit me like a tidal wave, dragging me under the surface and drowning me in whitewater rapids so deep I didn’t know if I’d ever break free again.
I was shattered, my chest heaving, my heart racing. I could feel the sweat dripping down my back, my skin flushed and hot. Logan’s thrusts became erratic, his hips snapping forward with a ferocity that took my breath away. He was close, or at least I hoped he was.
Turns out though, he wasn’t.
He just fucked me harder.
And harder.
And harder.
I lost count of how many times I came, how many times I tried to pull away, how many times I begged him to stop.
Nothing worked. Not until he finally decided he wanted to fill my pussy with his seed.
When he decided it was time, he came inside me with a massive roar.
He pumped me full of cum until I was overflowing with it.
Then, and only then, was he finally through with me.
“Good little mate. You did so well for us.” Jamie said as Logan lifted me off his cock and let me slip down to my feet. I was weak and wobbly, but Edward caught me, his strong arms supporting me as I tried to regain my balance.
My legs were trembling, and my breath came in ragged gasps.
I could feel their seed dripping down my thighs, a mixture of both Edward and Logan mingled together.
I felt used, violated, broken, and yet there was a part of me that couldn’t deny the extreme pleasure that had coursed through my body because of what they had done to me.
I looked at each of the men in turn, their eyes glimmering with satisfaction, the sweat of their exertion still drying on their bodies.
“That was just the beginning, little mate. Now that we’ve taken your body, we’re going to make sure we claim every part of you. We’re going to own you.”
I stood there naked and used before them and raised my chin, trying to act on the one last surge of defiance left inside me.
“Not if I can help it.”