Vicious Punks #2
Guess he’s serious about the stabbing part.
I roll my eyes as they banter back and forth, glancing away from Tey’s cock to plead up at Logan, but the fucker takes me by surprise.
His hand was lightly massaging my scalp at one point with his long fingers, but his grip tightens and shoves me forward.
My mouth opens on a gasp, and my lips are suddenly wrapped around Tey’s cock.
He groans loudly when he reaches the back of my throat, the metal piercing sliding smoothly along my tongue as I suck on him hard, and I can’t help the pleasure hum in my throat.
My eyes start to water when he pushes deeper into my mouth, pausing, and I struggle to not gag.
Logan won’t let me up to breathe as he holds me there, whispering in my ear to keep going while I breathe through my nose.
My forehead touches Tey’s abs as I calmly hold still, relaxing under the pressure even as I choke on him.
Logan brings my head back, and I get one large breath, filling my lungs full of air, before I’m shoved back down on Tey’s cock again.
“Fuck. That feels good. I can feel your throat trying to swallow around me,” Tey says in wonder. He grabs the hollow part of my cheeks with his thumbs as he holds my head to thrust roughly in between my lips before slowing down to drag his cock back and forth as I drool all over him.
I can’t help the small moan in the back of my throat as I feel him slide in and out of my mouth, knowing the metal ball at the tip of his cock would feel amazing inside my pussy.
Once the sound of me moaning slips out, as I’m let up to take a deep breath, Nicky slices a thin line down Gary’s side, right under his armpit to his hip, drawing blood.
Nicky is grinning like a madman as his victim lets out a moan for an entirely different reason.
“You sick bastards! All this for a fucking slut.” Gary explodes and turns his head to glare death daggers up at me.
“Watch your fucking mouth,” Logan snarls like a rabid beast and lets go of my hair to bend down, grabbing Gary’s left hand and casually breaking two of his fingers. “She’s our slut. Show some fucking respect.”
I reach out and place my hands on Tey’s upper thighs to steady myself as Dalton keeps his hands full of my ass cheeks, gripping them.
I stare in wonder at the men surrounding me, they won’t ever know that being wanted like this means everything to me.
I know I look like a whore right now. Half naked, letting the guys touch me and use me.
My lips are swollen and red, and my eyes are watering, but damn if I don’t feel pretty fucking special right now.
I glance over my shoulder, needing to feel Dalton’s big cock pounding into me before I lose my mind.
“Daddy,” I whisper, my voice husky. His eyes roam over to me, like he has all the time in the world, as his hands grip my hips tight enough to bruise.
“What did you say?” He growls, his gaze bright and violent as his pupils dilate.
“Punish me, use me. Fuck me, please… Daddy.” Never would I have ever thought that just calling him daddy would get this reaction, but I’m going to be calling him that from now on.
“Logan, let me see your gun real quick.” Dalton doesn’t look away from me until he shoves my head back around so I can’t see what he’s doing, and my gaze connects with Tey’s cock like two lost lovers.
Logan chuckles under his breath and reaches into the waistband of his pants to pull out his gun, handing it over to Dalton as he reaches across my back for it. My panties are pulled tight for a second until the lacy fabric falls apart easily, dropping around my ankles.
“This is my favorite part,” Tey says, running the tip of his cock back and forth over my bottom lip.
I can’t help circling my tongue around his tip as Nicky watches with rapt attention from beside us on the ground while he randomly cuts into Gary’s skin with the knife without even bothering to look at him.
I moan on purpose and get a sick sense of joy as Nicky breaks the rest of Gary’s fingers on his left hand, making him scream until he shoves a dirty sock in Gary’s mouth to shut him up.
“Naughty, Tillie.” Nicky grabs my ankle, spreading my legs further apart as he glances behind me. “Ever played life or death?” he asks just as I feel a cold object run down my spine, sliding between my ass cheeks and stopping at the entrance of my pussy.
I freeze, my breath stilling in my chest, and I know exactly what Dalton has in his hand right now. It's not the first time I’ve had a gun in my face or placed against my skin. Won’t be the last, either. I just was not expecting them to play a game by using one inside of me.
“Every day is a game of life and death. I have nothing to lose,” I admit on a gasp, feeling the barrel of the gun slip a little into my pussy, the cold steel making me shiver.
“How wet are you, baby girl?” Logan asks, twisting his fingers in my hair again, to hold me still with my head tipped back painfully until all I can see is the bright blue of Tey’s eyes.
“I’m betting you're soaking. Are you going to squirt for him?” He hums in the back of his throat, like the thought pleases him, and crouches on his heels by my leg, the opposite side of Nicky.
“Touch her, Lo, spread her wide for me.” Dalton puts pressure on the bottom of my spine, making me arch my back more so he can see the gun slipping in and out of me.
Logan grabs the inside of my thigh, caressing the sensitive spot that makes my pulse pound, before gliding his hand up further and rubbing his palm back and forth over my swollen clit.
He and Nicky make me spread my legs wider, until it’s a painful strain, but the pleasure overrules everything else.
At the same time, Dalton eases the gun into me halfway and pauses before sliding it back out.
“Goddamn, you fucking like this. I’m going to make you cream all over my big cock, little bitch.” Dalton groans loudly, his voice tight and deep, like he’s holding himself back, as if he’s actually worried he’s going to hurt me.
I don’t want any of them to hold back with me. I want to feel, to come apart until I’m crying because this moment is mine and mine alone.
“Stop,” I rasp out, all of them pausing when they hear me.
The one word I’ve screamed before in a room full of bikers, that always falls on deaf ears, leaves my lips, and I can feel all of their eyes on me, but they do as I ask.
Tey tilts his head to the side in question.
“Stop messing around and hurt me; fuck me. I’m not a fragile object; do your worst.” The smile that comes across Tey’s face will forever be seared into my head.
It’s dark, dangerous, and a tad mad, but it’s a smile that says your soul isn’t alone anymore. It whispers mine.
“Are you sure about that, baby girl? You don’t know what you're asking for, but I’m more than happy to give in to your demands,” Logan says in a menacing tone, but I swear I hear admiration in his deep voice.
“I’ve never been more sure about anything. I still hate you guys, though.” I inhale sharply on a gasp as I feel something cold and yet familiar skimming across my neck, barely touching me.
“You move and you die. Be a good girl and do as you're told,” Nicky warns; the small knife he has against my throat is pressing in a little to prove his point.
I can only stare at Tey with wide eyes, swallowing hard, and giving him a small nod, which causes the knife to dig in enough to cut a thin line on the side of my throat.
Tey groans, his gaze shifting to the drop of blood trailing down and between my breasts. Logan starts moving his fingers with no mercy or fucks given to my throbbing clit, destroying me and making me tremble as I hold back from orgasming.
My loud moan has Nicky laughing quietly to himself, and I know he broke something else on Gary as I hear a loud crack followed right by a scream of agony around his sock gag.
“Tey, fuck her mouth and keep her quiet. I’m going to wreck her pussy,” Dalton says in a gruff voice, slipping the gun out to replace it with something warmer and bigger, and the thought of his cock inside me almost scares me.
I’ve seen the monster. It’s fucking huge and thick, and I know it’s going to be a tight fit.
Tey rests either hand on the side of my face and runs his thumb over my bottom lip to open wide for him.
He leans down slightly, his breath hot against my lips just before he spits in my mouth.
Taking that as a sign, I put everything into giving him head as I lap at his precum, rolling my tongue around the fat tip of his cock.
My cheeks hollow, sucking him deep and closing my lips tight around him as I go down on his cock, feeling the slight pressure of the knife each time I move.
Dalton presses in close behind me, his big hands gripping my butt cheeks, massaging me in a way that lets me know he’s a butt man instead of a boobs man.
Moaning in the back of my throat, he spreads my cheeks wide to watch his dick start to slip inside of me inch by thick inch.
He’s so big; the feel of him stretching me is painful before he’s even all the way in.
This isn’t going to work.
I keep bobbing my head up and down on Tey, as I glance out of the corner of my eye, my gaze connecting with Logan’s as his grip on my hair pulls tight.
I raise one eyebrow at him and wink, which confuses him until I extend my leg out, bending my knee so that I’m resting my high heel on his shoulder to spread my legs wider for Dalton to fit.
I’m flexible, and this gives Logan a view of everything from my swollen clit to my pink, glistening lips as Dalton lines up behind me.
I guess Nicky has a good view too, as he makes a choked sound.
“Fuck,” I hear Nicky curse silently on my other side, and something that sounds like punching, but the knife stays steady the whole time against my throat.