11. Ash #2
He kisses her lips softly, tender in a way that I can not offer her. And it has me leaning forward, my arms against my knees, watching intently.
“Relax, baby girl,” he coos softly, shoving the dark head of his cock against the tight ring of muscles. “I'll make you feel so good, baby, just relax. Let me in.”
He shoves once more, and the tip of his erection disappears into her hungry body, and her eyes find mine the way I expected them to.
Those deep, dark eyes, lidded with the pleasure she feels, continue to flick towards me as if she can't help it. I can see on her face that it confuses her too, and I watch her over the rim of my glass.
She lets out a strangled cry as Xavier forces his way into her tight body. His head falls forward, forehead pressing against her shoulder as he breathes out a curse, looking just seconds away from coming undone himself. He stays motionless inside her while Connor continues to pummel in and out.
Adjusting to the feeling of having something deep inside her ass, I see her muscles begin to untense. Her eyes become glassy with need. My perfect, reactive angel.
The thought surprises me, and I push it out, continuing to watch the live sex show in front of me.
Matt comes to sit next to me, and I look at him sidelong. He watches me with curiosity before turning back to watch the show in front of us. He is the man who has known me the longest. The man who knew my parents… my dad. The man who chose me over the person he was meant to follow blindly.
“She's something,” he grumbles as he sips on his own drink.
I let his words sink in, but all thoughts vacate my head when I see her hips swivelling on her own accord.
Chasing her own pleasure from the two brutes that surround her.
One of her arms reaches back to circle Xavier's neck, while the other continues to grip Connor's shirt as she rides between them.
My mouth parts as my eyes laser in on the movement.
There she is.
That's the real Maddison. Not the meek, fucking pathetic thing she tries to be. The rest of my men watch her in awe, hungry eyes lasered in on her.
She's a powerful, free, perfect fucking sexy thing. So why does she always try to be the uptight, nervous, meek little thing that she does? A flash of anger scorches my insides before I remind myself where I am.
Connor growls, his thick hand coming up to grip her throat before he rasps, “I'm going to paint your fucking insides white. Fill up this sexy fucking body.”
She gasps as his hips start to stutter. Xavier chases his own pleasure, his hips slamming into my angel's ass, cursing repeatedly under his breath as he drives in and out of her.
It's all too much for my angel. Muscles seize as her mouth parts on a silent scream.
The way her entire body shakes has my eyes drinking her in.
The three of them fall apart together. Connor holds her by the throat as he spills his seed inside her, and her face turns a beautiful cherry red. Under the red light, they look so fucking sinful.
Two men advance on either side, prying her hands free of the other men and bringing them to their erect dicks. And they work their own cocks over her hand.
She lets them.
She lets the men surround her, some of them reaching through the hoard to pinch her nipples roughly. One of them drags her face so they can plunge their tongue into her mouth. It must be a sensory overload, having dozens of hands skim over her body, two cocks inside of her and a cock in each hand.
She still hasn’t come down from the high; the men inside her still rocking slowly inside her holes.
It's fucking so filthy, and I love it.
Xavier finally pulls out of her, tucking his spent cock back into his pants before he presses a soft kiss on the back of Maddison’s neck.
With a wicked smile, Connor pulls her off his own cock, the thing shiny with her cum.
She tries to stand on her shaking legs, her heels shaking when they collide with the ground.
Too weak from being used, she stumbles. Her knees hit the ground. And my men pounce. Leon's up first, the cheeky fucker softly bringing his hands to her cheeks, guiding her mouth to his waiting cock.
She looks shy as her gaze stares up at him, but she doesn't stop.
Her lips wrap around the tip of his pierced dick before her cheeks hollow out, sucking hard.
Thomas, another young member, kneels behind her, his dick working its way inside her wet cunt, before immediately finding a rhythm that makes her moan around Leon's cock.
Bringing his hand up to push his shaggy blonde hair out of his face, Thomas groans, throwing his head back.
“This fucking pussy,” his voice is barely a pant as his hands slide over her hips and grip her ass. “And this fucking body...”
Other hands join in, men falling to their knees. One of them shoves two fingers in her tight back hole. The strangled cry my angel lets out is one full of ecstasy. She takes it so fucking well.
She jolts when fingers find her clit, and Derek sifts his fingers through her soft curls above her cunt, before gripping them and pulling roughly. One of them sucks her earlobe into his mouth, biting down and grunting into her ear.
It’s a lot. Almost too much. I’m expecting her to panic and run.
Though when her eyes find mine, like they can’t fucking help it, only pure lust shines in them. All her fear, all her hesitation... it’s completely gone. She’s too caught up in her base animal instincts to stop whatever is happening. Running on pure need and lust.
It's perfect. She's perfect.
The way she takes my men is fucking perfect.
I light another cigarette, and I fear I won't have enough to get through this night, but I need something to distract my itching fingers.
It doesn't take long before Leon's pulling his cock out of her mouth and spraying white ropes of seed on her cheeks, lips, and down her chin.
“Take my cum, sweet thing,” Leon murmurs, his hand working every last drop from his cock. He growls when her tongue darts out to catch a drop off her top lip. With a tight grip on her hair, he pulls her face back to his groin, her lips wrapping around one of his balls.
Thomas growls, driving in and out of her as Leon holds her top half to stop her from sprawling on the ground.
“No wonder he calls you Angel,” Thomas huffs a breath, his voice sounding strained. “This cunt is going to take me straight to heaven.”
My bottom lip fits between my teeth as I bite down, chasing the pain.
“Fuck... I’m coming,” he growls, his hips stuttering behind her.
She’s crying, sobbing against Leon’s cock. Her body must be so oversensitive, hands grazing over her perfect skin, and a cock driving into her overused cunt. But through those sobs, she whines in pleasure.