Chapter 17 #2
I barely had time to process the shift before I felt the thick, hot press of his cock against my entrance. “You ready for me, baby?” he growled, his blue eyes burning into mine.
I nodded, my voice lost somewhere between pleasure and desperation.
And then he slammed into me.
A scream tore from my throat as he bottomed out in one brutal thrust, stretching me wide, filling me completely.
His cock was thick, the ridge of his crown dragging against my walls as he pulled back and pounded into me again, his hips snapping forward with enough force to make the water splash around us.
“Fuck, Roger—” I choked out, my nails digging into his shoulders as he fucked me like he was trying to break me. Every thrust sent me higher, my body already winding tight again, my pussy clenching around him as he hit that perfect, deep spot inside me.
Donovan was still on his knees, his stretched tongue now lapping at my clit, his gray eyes locked on mine as he worked me in tight, relentless circles.
Sebastian’s water form shifted again, one liquid tendril wrapping around my throat, another sliding down to circle my nipples, pinching and twisting as Roger fucked me harder, his balls slapping against my ass with every thrust.
“You feel so fucking good,” Roger groaned, his voice a raw growl. “Tight little cunt taking my cock like you were made for it.”
“Roger—” I gasped, my head falling back against the tile as another orgasm crashed over me, my body locking up as I came around his cock, my walls milking him, dragging a deep, guttural groan from his chest.
He didn’t stop. If anything, he fucked me harder, his grip on my hips bruising as he pounded into me, his cock swelling inside me as he chased his own release.
“Gonna fill you up, baby,” he snarled, his teeth grazing my collarbone.
“Gonna breed this tight little pussy until you’re dripping with me. ”
The words sent me over the edge again, my body convulsing as another orgasm wracked through me, my vision swimming. Roger roared, his cock pulsing deep inside me as he came, his cum flooding me in thick, hot spurts that had me whimpering, my over-sensitive walls clenching around him.
He stayed buried inside me as the last of his release spilled into me, his breath ragged against my skin. “Fuck,” he groaned, pressing a kiss to my shoulder. “You’re perfect.”
Donovan’s tongue finally pulled back, his lips pressing a soft kiss to my inner thigh before he stood, his cock already hard and leaking, his gray eyes dark with need.
Sebastian’s water form reformed behind me, his solid body pressing against my back, his lips brushing my ear.
“Our turn,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise.
The steam from the shower still clung to my skin as they guided me back to the bedroom, the cool air making me shiver.
The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the city lights filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
The bed was massive, covered in dark, plush sheets that looked like they’d swallow me whole.
My legs felt unsteady, my body still humming from the way Roger had fucked me against the shower wall, his cock stretching me open while Donovan’s tongue worked my clit like he was starving for it.
Sebastian’s water had coiled around my throat, tightening just enough to make my head spin, my orgasms crashing into each other until I couldn’t even scream anymore.
I didn’t wait for permission. I crawled onto the bed, my knees sinking into the mattress, my breath coming in short, uneven gasps. The sheets were cool against my overheated skin, the contrast making me arch my back.
My tattoos stood out stark against my flushed flesh, the ink dark and slick with residual moisture.
I could still feel Roger’s cum dripping out of me, thick and warm, a reminder of how thoroughly he’d used me.
My nipples were hard, aching, my clit swollen and throbbing from Donovan’s relentless attention.
I was a mess, spread out, dripping, desperate, and I fucking loved it.
Sebastian stood over me, his presence commanding even without his powers on full display. The slicked-back hair, the sharp jawline, the way his eyes burned into me like he was memorizing every inch of my body.
He sat on the edge of the bed, his weight dipping the mattress just enough to make me roll slightly toward him.
His fingers found my ankle first, tracing slow, deliberate circles up my calf, over my knee, then higher, mapping the curve of my thigh.
His touch was maddening, gentle, but possessive, like he was staking a claim.
“You’re so beautiful, Mandie,” he murmured, his voice low, rough with something that sounded almost like awe. His thumb brushed the inside of my thigh, dangerously close to where I was still pulsing, still sensitive. “We want to worship you.”
A shiver ran through me, my skin prickling under his gaze. I bit my lip, my fingers curling into the sheets. I wanted to tell him to stop teasing, to fuck me already, but the words died in my throat when Roger stepped up behind him, his broad frame blocking out the light.
He was still naked, his cock half-hard again, thick and veiny, glistening with the evidence of what he’d just done to me. His hands landed on my shoulders, his thumbs pressing into the tense muscles there, kneading just hard enough to make me melt into the bed.
Then his lips were on my neck, hot and open-mouthed, his teeth grazing my pulse point before he sucked hard enough to leave a mark.
I gasped, my back arching, pressing my breasts up into the air.
Roger didn’t waste a second. One hand slid down to cup my breast, his fingers rolling my nipple between them, pinching just shy of pain.
The other hand joined, both of them working in tandem, twisting, pulling, until my nipples were stiff peaks and my breath was coming in ragged little whimpers.
“Fuck,” I hissed, my voice breaking. My hips jerked involuntarily, my body already craving more, even though I was still recovering from the last time.
Donovan appeared on my other side, his quiet intensity a stark contrast to Roger’s boldness.
He didn’t say a word, just leaned down, his dark hair falling into his face as his lips pressed against my stomach.
His tongue dipped into my navel, swirling slowly, deliberately, like he was savoring the taste of me.
His hands slid down my thighs, his fingers spreading me open, exposing me completely.
The cool air hit my wet, swollen pussy, and I shuddered, my muscles clenching around nothing.
Sebastian’s fingers finally reached my center, his touch feather light as he traced the outer lips of my pussy, avoiding my clit with infuriating precision.
“Tell us what you want, Mandie,” he whispered, his breath hot against my inner thigh. His voice was dark, hypnotic, pulling the truth out of me before I could even think to lie. “We’ll give you anything.”
I was already trembling, my body strung tight between the three of them.
Roger’s hands were on my tits, his mouth on my neck, his cock brushing against my hip like a promise.
Donovan’s tongue was tracing lower, dipping into the crease where my thigh met my pelvis, his fingers spreading me wider, wider, until I could feel the cool air on my asshole.
Sebastian’s fingers were teasing me, circling, never quite giving me what I needed.
“I want—” My voice cracked. I swallowed, my throat dry. “I want all of you. Inside me. At once.”
The room seemed to still for a heartbeat.
Then Sebastian’s fingers finally, finally pressed against my clit, rubbing in slow, firm circles that made my hips buck off the bed.
Roger’s grip on my nipples tightened, his teeth sinking into the side of my neck hard enough to make me cry out.
Donovan’s tongue dragged through my folds, lapping up the mess Roger had left behind, his fingers pressing against my asshole, not entering, just there, the threat of it making my toes curl.
“You taste so fucking good,” Roger groaned against my skin, his voice rough with need. His cock was fully hard now, pressing against my hip, the heat of it searing. “Look at you, spread out for us, dripping, begging. You were made for this, weren’t you?”
I couldn’t even form words. My head was spinning, my body on fire, every nerve ending alight with sensation.
Sebastian’s fingers were relentless, his touch expert, building me up with frustrating slowness.
Donovan’s tongue was inside me now, fucking me in shallow, teasing strokes, his fingers pressing harder against my asshole, stretching me just a little, just enough to make me whimper.
Then Roger’s hand was on my throat, his grip firm but not choking, just holding me down, keeping me still as he leaned over me, his cock dragging against my stomach.
“You want us to fill you up, baby?” he murmured, his lips brushing my ear.
“You want us to stretch you open, use you until you can’t walk? ”
“Yes,” I gasped, my nails digging into the sheets. “Fuck, yes.”
Sebastian’s fingers picked up speed, rubbing my clit in tight, demanding circles.
Donovan’s tongue pressed deeper, his fingers finally pushing into my asshole, just the tip, just enough to make me clench around nothing.
Roger’s cock was leaking against my skin, the head dragging through the mess between my legs, teasing my entrance.
“Please,” I begged, my voice breaking. “I need—”
I didn’t get to finish. Donovan’s fingers pushed deeper into my ass, stretching me, filling me, while his tongue lashed my clit in time with Sebastian’s fingers.
Roger’s cock pressed against my pussy, the head breaching me, stretching me open all over again.
I cried out, my back arching, my body trembling between them.
“That’s it,” Sebastian murmured, his voice dark with satisfaction. “Take him, Mandie. Take all of us.”