Chapter 6
CHAPTER 6
COLE
I’ve wanted this ass for a long time. A long. Fucking. Time. She has the perfect little bubble butt that looks great in Daisy Dukes. Her legs are toned, but as her thighs make their way up to her ass, I see dimples and know that once I turn this girl around on her stomach, I’m going to see the finest ass in existence.
“Mitch, get on the bed and place Josie in between your claws.”
“Will do.”
Mitch lies back on the bed and pulls Josie on top of him. He makes sure her clit is well taken care of as I look at that perfect ass. It’s big and round, and her waist is tiny, leading up to her amazing rack, which is currently in Mitch’s face. I want to taste her tits next, but first, I want to shove my handle into her ass and fill her with my cum.
I place my hand on her ass and ask, “Do you like ass play, Josie?”
“I … I don’t know. I’ve never done that before.”
My palm shifts into a mallet, and I slam it gently but firmly onto her ass cheek. She cries out. “Don’t lie to me. You may have never had a cock in it, but this ass has been used before. By you, I presume.”
“I … I have a vibrating butt plug.”
“Fuck yeah, you do,” I growl.
My mallet palm glides through her soaking wet pussy, and she hisses as the cold metal touches her skin. “Fuck me.”
“Oh, I’ll get to that, but first. Let’s get you wet and ready.”
JOSIE
Cole’s mallet hand is cool and hard to the touch. It slammed onto my ass. Not hard enough to break me, but I know I’ll have a round bruise there tomorrow. Though I hope tomorrow never comes.
He pushes what they called “slick” over to my asshole. I thought it was just my pussy juices—something I have a lot of, which would gross my husband out all the time since there was, as he said, “barely any friction for him.”
“Fuck, you’re so wet. I want to taste it,” he says. “But first, I want this ass.”
He teases my back hole with his hammerhead, and I try not to panic as he circles the area. He presses the head inside gently, and I tense up. But I’m so overwhelmed with feelings I don’t know what to do.
My pussy is clenching around nothing and feels like it’s going to be a quivering mess while my clit starts leaking more of my juices.
“Mmmm, so tight. I can’t wait to break you in.” Cole growls.
“F-Fuck,” I mutter as I start to slide my body against Mitch’s claws.
I feel Cole’s hammer handle tease my back hole. There’s a tip to it that feels almost like a hard kind of dick head. It pushes slowly inside me, and my breath catches.
“Breathe, baby, it’s okay,” Mitch says.
“She needs something in her mouth,” Cole says. “Jake, are you back to normal? I want to fill her up nice and good.”
“Yes,” Jake says from beside me, and I watch as his hammer-dick self hops over to my mouth. “Do you want to open wide for me, princess?”
I nod and open my mouth. Just as Jake pops his shaft in, Cole thrusts forward, and I choke on Jake’s cock.
I can’t breathe and feel lightheaded before Jake pulls himself out and says, “Breathe, baby. See, you didn’t feel a thing other than being choked by me.”
Cole thrusts inside me, and I cry out. I feel too full. So full, and it’s so overwhelming with Mitch’s claws still teasing my clit.
Cole’s handle lengthens and I’m scared he’s going to puncture an organ. “You’re going to kill me,” I moan. I shouldn’t moan. I should be scared.
“You’re adjusting to me. It’s in your biology as our mate.”
I don’t really understand why they think I’m their mate, whatever that means, but I can’t deny that I’ve never felt this way before. Not only because I’m being fucked by hammers and men with hammer dicks, but because my heart and head feel like this is so right and not wrong at all. It’s not love, but it’s some form of messed up lust that I don’t ever want to stop.
“Please,” I beg.
“Please what, Josie? Tell me what you want,” he says.
“Fuck me with your hammer. Fuck me hard in my ass. Come inside me! Make a mess of me.”
“Whatever you say.”
He’s pounding me like I’m a nail that’s just not going in far enough. He’s big and yet I still can’t scratch the itch that I need. I want to come. Need to come. And I don’t know what to do.
“Fill my mouth, Jake,” I beg.
Jake jumps to attention and says, “Gladly.”
He pushes his hammer head into my mouth, and I suck on it.
I lick and suck on him; Cole thrusts into my ass, moving my body so Mitch doesn’t even have to do anything but lie back as I grind against his claws.
“I can’t handle it. I need friction.” I recognize Tim’s voice and glance over at the two other hammers that are on the bed, standing at full attention, watching.
“Touch me. Grip my handle. Take that fourth hammer, Josie. Please.”