39. Camilla
CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
CAMILLA
H oly fuck.
I knew it was going to be overwhelming as hell having them all at once, but I didn’t anticipate just how overwhelmed my whole body would feel under their gaze.
Bishop’s strong thighs are between mine, his arms bound as he stares up at me with so much lust it takes my breath away.
Kaos’s fingers and tongue are relentless as they drive me higher and higher, making every breath harder than the last.
Kovu’s wild eyes haven’t left me, and every time I look up at him, I’m breathless.
And then there’s Crew, his mismatched eyes keeping an eye on every single move we make. He steps forward and brushes his fingers through my hair before he fists it at the base of my skull and forces me to look up at him.
“I asked you a question, Camilla,” he growls.
“Yes,” I cry out. I’ve pretty much forgotten what he asked me, even though it was only a few seconds ago, but right now I’d agree to just about anything they suggested as long as they didn’t stop.
“Change of plans,” Crew announces, and I whip my head up to glare at him, which just earns me a satisfied smirk. “Camilla is not to come until I say so. Bring her to the edge as many times as you like, but no tipping her over the edge.”
“Hey!” I cry out.
“You said you wanted to show them how well you squirt, I’m just making sure that happens.” He shrugs.
I turn to Bishop and then Kovu, hoping one of them is going to back me up, but both seem happy with the instruction that’s been given to them.
What kind of bullshit is this?
I’m distracted from my outrage when Kaos pulls his fingers free for just long enough to push a third in, and I scream at the stretch. His hands are so fucking big, but their cocks will stretch me to my limits as they do every time they fuck me.
“Holy fuck,” I cry out, my body on fire with the need for release, but apparently I’m a long way from that happening.
“You’re so pretty when you’re being finger fucked, love,” Bishop croons as he tests the restraints, but I tied them too well. Goddamn those lessons I took from my dad on how to properly secure someone.
“Kiss him,” Crew demands, and I don’t need to be told twice.
I drop my face down to Bishop’s and brush my lips over his, teasing them with the tip of my tongue, which earns me a guttural groan.
He leans forward and bites down on my bottom lip, tearing a cry from my throat. “Don’t tease, love. Not unless you want a punishment from me.” He smirks. “Or is that what you want? Do you want to bend over the hood of my car while I belt your pretty ass again?”
The memory of what he did to me rushes into my mind, and I can’t help but grind back on Kaos’s face.
“Fuck, you like that, don’t you, Princess?” Kaos groans. “Your pussy is gushing at the memory.”
“I think we all know our girl loves every bit of pain we give her,” Bishop says, right before he leans forward and sinks his teeth into the swell of my breast.
I scream out, the pain mingling with the pleasure Kaos is inflicting and dragging me so close to the edge I can almost taste my release. Lips press against my ear, but I’m too lost in the ecstasy to open my eyes.
“You better hold on, Little Menace, because when we’re done with you, I doubt you’ll be able to move for a week.”
I pull away from Bishop to drag in a breath, my body feeling more overwhelmed than I think it’s ever felt, but I wouldn’t change it for the world. I crave everything they give me, even when it drives me wild.
Bishop’s green eyes are filled with lust as he stares up at me, his hard cock wedged between us. “Fuck, you’re beautiful, love,” he murmurs. “So fucking perfect for us.”
Kaos bites down on my clit and tears a scream from my throat. “Oh fuck.”
“How about we move this party to the bed?” Kovu suggests.
“Fuck yes.” Bishop tugs at his binds.
“What makes you think we’re untying you?” Crew asks as Kaos pulls his fingers from my pussy, and I immediately feel too empty.
“Because if you don’t, I’m going to tear the arms off this chair.”
I laugh, leaning forward to press my lips to his as I reach for his wrist.
Kovu undoes the other one, and by the time I climb off his lap, Kaos and Crew are already beside the bed, speaking in hushed whispers.
They guide me toward the bed, and my body is on fire despite how cool the room is, and suddenly I feel like that was by design.
“In the middle of the bed on your hands and knees, Camilla,” Crew orders, and before I can take a step to obey him, Kovu unclips my bra, and Bishop pushes my panties over my hips until they pool at my feet.
I step out of them and crawl up onto the high mattress, making a show of swaying my ass from side to side as each of their eyes bore into me.
“Tease,” Kovu mutters, and I flick a flirty smile over my shoulder at him.
“You love it,” I murmur.
“I do,” he agrees.
“Kovu, fuck her mouth. Bishop you’re going to stretch her ass while Kaos fucks her with this.” Crew reaches into the top drawer of the dresser and produces a black silicone vibrator.
My breath hitches in my throat. Oh god. How the hell am I going to survive all four of them at once?
I guess if this is the way I go, at least I went doing something I loved. Or I guess four somethings in this case.
“What are you going to do?” I breathe as I meet his eyes.
“I’m going to watch, Little Menace, and once you’re so spent you can barely move, I’m going to have my way with you.”