Chapter 25 Mandie #4
Johnny’s cock slipped free of my pussy with a wet pop, the water immediately rushing in to fill the void, stroking my inner walls with relentless precision.
His hands replaced his dick, his fingers spreading me open as the water pulsed inside me, mimicking the thrust of a cock.
“Fuck, look at you,” Johnny breathed, his voice distorted by the water, his green eyes dark with hunger as he watched Sebastian’s power use me. “You’re gaping for us.”
I was.
My ass ached, my pussy felt ruined, but the water didn’t let up, it massaged me, soothing the burn even as it stoked the fire higher.
Roger’s cock softened inside me, slipping free with a slow drag that made me whimper, but before I could even process the loss, Sebastian’s water filled me again, thicker this time, harder, shaping itself into something rigid and unyielding as it pressed into my ass.
“You want more, don’t you?” Sebastian’s voice taunted, the water inside me twisting, stretching me wider than Roger ever had. “Even after they’ve wrecked you, you’re still hungry.”
I was.
My hips rocked involuntarily, my body seeking friction, more, anything to ease the ache.
The water obeyed, slamming into me with a force that stole my breath, the impact sending a fresh wave of pleasure-pain radiating through my pelvis.
Johnny’s fingers worked my clit, his touch electric even through the water, his vibrations making every nerve ending sing.
Roger’s hands never left my throat, his grip a constant reminder of who I belonged to, his lips trailing hot, open-mouthed kisses along my shoulder, my neck, the shell of my ear.
“That’s our girl,” he growled, his voice rough with satisfaction. “Always ready for another round.”
The water pounded into me, Sebastian’s control absolute. It filled my ass, my pussy, even my mouth when I gasped, choking me with liquid thickness before pulling back, letting me breathe just long enough to moan.
“You’re ours, Mandie.” Sebastian’s voice wrapped around my mind, the water tightening around my wrists, my ankles, holding me in place as it fucked me with relentless precision. “Say it.”
I couldn’t.
Not because I didn’t want to, but because the pleasure was too big, too all-consuming.
My body convulsed, my back arching off Roger’s chest as another orgasm tore through me, my vision whiting out.
The water rushed into my lungs, not to drown me, but to carry my scream, the sensation of being filled everywhere, my pussy, my ass, my throat, pushing me over the edge again and again until I didn’t even know where I ended and they began.
Johnny’s fingers left my clit, only for the water to replace them, swirling around the sensitive bundle of nerves with a pressure that had me sobbing.
Roger’s hands slid down to my breasts, squeezing, his thumbs rolling my nipples until they ached. “Say it,” he commanded, his lips against my ear, his voice a dark promise. “Or we’ll keep you here until you do.”
Sebastian’s water thickened inside me, shaping itself into something knotted, pressing against my cervix, my G-spot, everywhere at once. “Your choice, darling,” he murmured, the liquid around my throat tightening just enough to make swallowing difficult. “But you will say it.”
I broke.
The words tore from my lips in a bubble-streaked gasp, my body shuddering between them. “I’m yours!”
The admission sent another violent climax crashing through me, my muscles locking, my back bowing as the water slammed into me one final time, filling me to the brink before pulling back, leaving me empty, aching, my holes gaping and swollen and used.
The water receded slowly, lowering us back to the floor of the room as easily as it had taken us. My limbs felt like jelly, my skin hypersensitive, every inch of me throbbing with the aftershocks of what they’d done to me.
Roger’s arms banded around my waist, holding me upright as Johnny pressed a kiss to my temple, his lips lingering.
Sebastian’s water retreated to the edges of the room, but I could feel his presence, his satisfaction, the way his power still hummed beneath my skin, as if he’d marked me from the inside out.
I collapsed between them, my chest heaving, my body dripping with cum and water and them. Roger’s cum leaked from my ass, Johnny’s from my pussy, and Sebastian’s essence clung to my skin like a second layer.
My tattoos stood out stark against my flushed flesh, my hair a tangled mess, my lips swollen from kisses and the press of Sebastian’s water.
Roger’s fingers tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His blue eyes burned with something feral, possessive. “Good girl,” he murmured, and the praise sent a fresh wave of heat pooling between my thighs.
Johnny chuckled, his breath warm against my neck. “Damn, sweetheart. That was incredible,” he said, his voice rough.
Sebastian went back into his human form, and the four of us collapsed on the couch, holding each other tight.
I was exhausted.
But to be honest, I could do this all day.