Chapter 5 #4
Finally, I could see the gorgeous dark ink design that went over his chest, his right arm—a tribal-esque pattern that swam in my vision.
There was silver in the thick, once-dark hair on his gorgeous chest. Even some shining threads of it in the dark bramble at the base of his insistent cock.
God, if anyone was gorgeous, it was this sight. Jonathan grinned like a predator observing his prey and went on, “I think it’s about time you get more, don’t you?”
As if to answer his own question, that thick member pressed insistently against my entrance, not even going inside but stretching my outer muscles all the same.
I gasped, wriggled, felt my hips scoot down closer, urging him in. It was involuntary. My body demanded this natural, primal act to happen even as my mind feared it.
The intimacy. The newness. The pain.
Devin laughed, nipped at my earlobe. “Yeah, I think she’s dying for it.”
“And she’ll get it,” Jonathan assured me. His eyes traced over every inch of me—from the glistening pussy his cock slid against in a lazy, devious rhythm, to my breasts, which I felt must be covered in love bites and bruises by now.
He even watched my hand, still moving slowly, so slowly over Alex’s cock.
I felt Alex’s hand squeeze mine, urging it to stay where it was, as it moved up my body, between my breasts.
He gripped my throat. Squeezed the sides of it.
“But not until she asks,” I heard Alex say. There was no feeling, no inflection in it—it was just a fact.
I surprised myself by breaking in an instant. “Please,” I heard my voice say. Alex wasn’t restricting my air at all, just holding me in his thrall. Devin laughed.
“Hm,” Jonathan’s dark-chocolate voice said. He slid his erection up, coating himself in the slickness of my body, then back down. It felt indulgent. It wasn’t enough. “You’ll have to do more than that, angel.”
As if to torment more words out of me, Devin’s big hand came down to grip my thigh from below.
He jerked my leg up so that the top of it met my stomach, spreading me wide.
He licked his lips, staring into my eyes.
“Tell us, Frankie. Tell us what you want.”
“I…I want more,” I tried, but I saw Jonathan shake his head, pull his hips back so he was no longer touching my cleft.
Alex’s hand flexed against my throat, and his lips came down to my ear.
A hiss of a whisper.
Hot breath that rustled my hair.
“Be specific,” he ordered. “Tell us how badly you want to be fucked.”
Embarrassment flooded over my skin, turning me red everywhere.
Even after all the pleasure I’d already had, all the acts some might see as shameful I’d participated in willingly to this point, something about voicing it felt intimidating.
I was just Frankie Taylor, a girl who, just days ago, worried I’d die a virgin.
As if in an act of divine intervention, though, I suddenly heard Darla’s voice in my ear.
Her encouragement about how good I looked. How lucky I was.
Be their good little girl—and call them Daddy if you want them to lose their minds.
I knew it, then. If I was going to get to experience the rest of this formative moment, if I was going to feel a man’s full, raw shaft inside me like I needed, I’d have to follow her advice.
I steeled myself, sitting up a little to meet Jonathan’s gaze more fully. It helped that propping myself up on my elbows freed my hands for a moment and caused the other two men to stop their distracting touches for now.
It showed my breasts to their full potential, too. I felt powerful, like an irresistible seductress, as I spoke.
“I want you to take my virginity for real,” I said to Jonathan’s dark, fathomless eyes. “Please, Daddy,” I kept going, even as I felt the air shift at the word, “please, give me your cock.”
“Fuck, yes,” Jonathan hissed.
Then he was covering his body with mine, and he plunged himself inside me in one long, hard push.
As I cried out at the sudden intrusion, he growled, “Take it, baby. You take this cock like a good little girl, and Daddy’ll give you everything you need.”
“Yes,” I whimpered, squirming, surrendering. “Please, yes.”
The brand new feeling of connecting with someone in this intimate, carnal way was startling.
It wasn’t that it hurt, exactly—though Jonathan growled in my ear that I was “so fucking tight,” and I certainly felt the strain of taking his full girth, I’d invested in a dildo years ago, ignoring my fear that Mom would find it and have some kind of talk with me.
This wasn’t the first time I’d felt stretched like this, but it was the first time I felt it so acutely, so primally, the way my body knew it was supposed to feel.
He was so hot, so hard. After all the pleasure these men had given me so far, I was soaking wet, allowing his full length to glide in and out easily, the wet sound of it almost obscene in the otherwise quiet room.
But when Jonathan started to really move, thrusting himself hard into me at a pace that threatened to sweep me away, it was a lot. I was so full, and he was so hard, and the pounding of him inside me was unlike any play I’d done on my own.
Faster, more aggressive, so much more.
He felt even bigger inside my pussy than he’d felt in my mouth. I wondered if I could take it. Still, the surprise turned quickly to pleasure, and then to a feral need that had me meeting his thrusts with my own.
Not wanting to be cut out of this moment, the other two men, who until now had just watched as Jonathan took me for the first time, jumped back into action.
Alex found his way behind me, sliding himself underneath so that I was slightly propped up against his chest and he could get a firmer grip on my throat again. It gave me a delicious view of where Jonathan’s body and mine connected.
Alexei’s own hard erection pressed against my back and made me gasp, wishing there was a way I could have him inside me, too.
Devin, on the other hand, sat to the side, his own cock in his hand, pumping himself slowly as he watched me take all the pleasure my body could.
Each of the three men was impressive, crudely male, intimidating in size—but Devin was maybe the thickest, with a wicked curve that emphasized the prominent length, too.
He spoke filthy words of encouragement, and I was rapt, seeing the gleaming bead of moisture at his crown, the way he slicked it over the hot head with no sense of shame.
“Christ, Frankie, your body was made to get fucked good and hard like this. Can’t wait to get myself inside you,” he panted, the muscles of his abdomen flexing as he slowed his hand.
He squeezed the base of his cock, staving off the pleasure. Denying himself with discipline that made my mouth water.
He looked me in the eyes, intense and possessive. “Can’t fucking wait to feel that tight little pussy of yours squeezing my cock as you come again. Felt fucking perfect on my fingers.”
“Oh,” I cried out, lost in the erotic delirium of it all. “Oh, please,” I felt my lips say.
Alex snarled, as if to agree with Devin, and his teeth came to scrape across my jaw.
I felt his hips buck a little underneath me, his own straining hardness seeking friction from my body.
Out of control, almost, which I already knew was unlike the man.
Meanwhile, Jonathan was still riding me hard, and I felt the familiar flutterings of my inner muscles preparing to come apart again. Close, so close to utter bliss.
“Come for Daddy, baby girl,” Jonathan growled. He leaned in to kiss me hard and fast on the mouth, then pulled away again, adjusting the angle of his thrusts so that he somehow, by some miracle, got even deeper. “Come for all three of your daddies. Now.”
As if he’d activated some secret code word, in that exact moment, I did, screaming out as pleasure unlike any I’d ever experienced shook through my entire body.
Alex clenched harder at my throat, restricting the blood flow just enough that I saw stars, then he let me go, and the scene was shifting again.
Leaving no time for me to recover, or think, or wonder about what came next.
I didn’t have to, anyway. There was the open-close sound of a nearby drawer, and then Alex and Devin were each tying up one of my wrists with a satiny material. Jonathan pulled out of me with a groan, and a hot spurt of liquid struck my belly.
More streaks of him, the undeniable evidence of his pleasure, arrived as my wrists were secured to the headboard.
“My turn,” I heard from Alex’s smooth voice.
And Jonathan moved to lay beside me, playing idly with my breasts again as Alex got into his own position.
This man, the light to Jonathan’s dark, was like a Grecian statue in the nude. Though I’d never seen one with an uncut, boldly rigid cock before.
Even that turgid member was elegant, smooth lines, a defined, wicked vein along the underside of it—and Alex allowed me to look my fill before he reached for me.
Then, quick as lightning, he was shoving my legs back toward my torso, spreading my soaked pussy wide for his inspection. He held my inner thighs apart and leaned in for one, self-indulgent lick through my wetness.
“Hm,” he said thoughtfully, as if he hadn’t just given me a sinful mental image to cherish for eternity. “Devin was right. Delicious.” He trailed his lips and tongue up my inner thigh, further and further up until he reached the arch of my foot.
There, he removed my heel and planted a kiss that was more tender than any I’d had tonight—any I’d had ever.
“I like the heels,” he said, slipping my foot back into the shoe.
God, why was that hot? I wanted to tell him I liked them, too, and that I heard he liked lingerie.
But then, he was guiding the crown of his cock to my entrance.
“Beg nicely again,” Alex commanded, almost lazily. “Unless you think you’ve had enough.”
“No,” I gasped out, wriggling down to try and capture him in my channel despite the silk ties limiting my motion. He laid a stinging, scolding slap on my inner thigh.