Chapter 26 Violet #2
“That’s it,” he pants. “Fucking look at you. I wish you could see yourself right now. See how this gorgeous pussy is stretching for my cock. It’s gonna fit like a glove, Tink. You’re gonna be so fucking full of me, you’ll be feeling it for days.”
I shudder at the tide of pleasure that sweeps through me from his words alone.
I open my mouth, but the only thing that comes out is a keening moan, half agonized, half pleasure.
“Is it too much?” Rhett asks, pausing for breath.
I swallow hard and nod. It is. It’s so much.
My body feels like it can’t take it and like it never wants to stop all at the same time.
My head is spinning, and the sensations going through my body have my nerves on fire.
It’s like being burned, bright and intense, but with a deep note of potential underneath that makes it intriguing. Makes it worth the effort.
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head.
Rhett grunts with approval. “Good girl. You can take it, can’t you? And more than that, you fucking want to. You want me buried inside you.”
“It’s—so much,” I manage to say. “It’s so fucking much. You’re so big.”
Rhett laughs. “Yeah, I am. And every fucking inch of this cock is for you.”
Something about that hits me in a tender place. My pussy clenches around him, and a spasm of pleasure shoots up my spine just from the feeling of my walls contracting around that hard length.
“Perfect,” Rhett groans. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You like the thought of it, don’t you? Of being so fucking full of my cock it’s all you can think about. You want me balls deep and fucking you hard. Until you can’t walk.”
“Please,” I moan. “Rhett, please.”
“Naughty little girl,” he says. “You’re so pretty and sweet on the outside, but you’re a dirty girl underneath that, aren’t you? You want me to ruin you.”
“Yes. Please, please, please. Use me.” The words just keep coming, and I don’t have it in me to feel self-conscious about it.
“I should spank you for being so filthy. Let you see how naughty sluts get treated.”
“Oh.” My mouth drops open and my pussy clenches again. “I’m so naughty. Please, Rhett. Show me.” I buck my hips back a little, just enough to slide another inch or so of his cock deeper into me.
“Fuck.”
Since I can’t see him behind me, I don’t get any warning before he’s drawing back. All I feel is the impact of his hand spanking my bare ass, and I cry out at the feeling.
Combined with his cock pressing against every bit of my inner walls, I’m practically drowning in sensation.
“Does it feel good?” Rhett asks. His brothers are watching intently, taking in everything that’s happening.
“Yes,” I wail. “It feels so good.”
“Then let me give you some more.” He spanks me a few more times, each slap ringing out in the room. There’s a warmth building in my ass, and each time his hand makes contact, it just grows.
That same heat is growing between my legs, especially with his cock in me, and I squirm, breathing hard as pleasure starts to take over.
I lose track of the sounds I’m making, not clear-headed enough to be self-conscious or to worry about what they might think. Judging by the way I can feel Rhett’s cock throbbing inside me, he must like it.
I’m just crying out, half sobbing from the pleasure and pain, and eventually, it all crests to a peak, and I feel myself falling apart again.
Part of me is shocked I was able to come again, and part of me isn’t. These men have unlocked something in me that I can’t take back, and this is a part of it.
As I’m shaking through my orgasm, Rhett shoves the rest of the way into my body. I scream, not from pain, but just from the pure feeling of it. My face is mashed into the sheets, and I suck in air as fast as I can, trying to keep myself from spinning off into space.
But Rhett’s done holding back, clearly. He grabs on to my hips and starts thrusting, setting a furious pace. His cock drives hard and deep into me, again and again, and I feel tears spilling down my face from being so overwhelmed by it all.
Rhett grunts, slapping my ass again, digging his fingers into my soft flesh as he plows into me. “Fuck, you feel so good,” he pants. “You feel so fucking good. Taking me like a pretty, perfect slut. Letting me use you. Letting me wreck you.”
I’m so far beyond speech now that it’s not even funny. I feel like a vessel for his cock—for all this pleasure—and to my surprise, I feel myself getting close to coming again.
It’s so much feeling all at once, and I claw at the sheets, trying to hold on to something. All eyes are on me. Rhett’s cock is a thick, undeniable intrusion, and everything spins around me in a way that makes me feel so unsteady.
But in the best way.
His cock slams home into me once more, and that’s all it takes for me to explode again. I scream, whiting out a bit. It’s just this side of too sensitive, just this side of pain, and I clamp down around his cock, like I want to milk it of everything it’s got.
Rhett groans, and I feel his thrusts stutter. Then there’s the hot rush of him coming, following me over the edge. He curses, pumping his hips through it, and then—
Then there’s the sound of wood splintering, and the bed is suddenly tilted at an angle.
“Holy shit,” Sawyer says with a laugh. “I think you just broke the bed.”
“You definitely did,” Lennox agrees, also laughing.
Rhett’s amusement is breathless, and once I can focus again, I laugh too at the silliness of it. Four people fucking on a bed, putting it through its paces, was clearly too much.
“We’ll fix it,” Rhett says, stroking a hand down my back. “And then we’ll break it again.”