Chapter 19 #2
My mind races as Wes’ hands slide around to cup my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples until they’re stiff and aching. “Okay,” I gasp, arching into his touch, glancing back at him over my shoulder. “Only if it’s you. And only if you keep it short.”
He nods, and then they’re all on me again– hands, mouths, sensation. It’s overwhelming, to say the least. The three most dangerous boys on campus taking turns touching, tasting, and stroking me; winding me up for the main event.
Ford’s the first of them to get fully naked. He shoves his jeans and boxers down, the piercing at the base of his cockhead glinting in the low light. He reaches for my hand, wrapping my fingers around his girth, guiding my fist up and down his thick shaft.
“Don’t be shy, Ava baby,” he murmurs, jerking his hips into my hand. “Show me how bad you want it.”
I tentatively firm up my grip, stroking him as another hand presses between my thighs. Two fingers slide through my slickness, teasing at my entrance before circling my clit. I gasp and nearly lose my grip on Ford, but he steadies my wrist, not letting me stop.
“God, you’re soaked,” Wes growls, lips brushing my ear as he works my pussy. “Knew you’d be dripping for us.”
My breath catches, and Raf reaches up to catch my chin, forcing me to meet his eyes. “Get her on the bed,” he orders, voice gravelly.
Wes and Ford obey in unison, my heart lurching as they lift me off my feet like I weigh nothing and deposit me in the center of the mattress.
The sheets are cold, but that doesn’t last. Ford climbs up behind me, pulling my back to his chest and spreading my legs with his knees.
He reaches around, rolling my nipples between his fingers so hard I whimper.
Wes strips off the rest of his clothes with frantic, efficient movements, then crawls up the bed between my spread thighs, licking and nipping his way up my legs.
“Get her ready,” Raf directs, watching with hooded eyes as he lowers his own zipper.
Ford brings my hand behind me, guiding me to stroke him as he whispers filth in my ear. “Bet you’ve been thinking about this all week. Dreaming about it. Gonna have you drooling down my dick while Wes eats that sweet cunt.”
My belly flips in nervous anticipation.
Raf moves in, stalking toward me with that same slow, predatory grace that used to scare me and now just…
excites me, for reasons I can’t even begin to explain.
He drops his pants and boxers, kicking them off his legs, and I stifle a gasp.
He’s big and thick, the flushed head already leaking.
For a second, I’m terrified. Then I’m reaching for it with my free hand, desperate to touch him, to make him feel something as wrecking as what’s happening to me.
He lets me wrap my hand around his cock, and it’s hard as steel, the skin soft as velvet. His gaze pins me down, dark and molten.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Ford coaxes, fingers still working my nipples. “Such a good little slut for your Kings, aren’t you?”
I choke on a gasp as Wes spreads my pussy lips with both thumbs and dives in to feast on me.
His tongue is wicked and relentless, tracing circles around my clit before flattening out and dragging up, then down, sucking so hard I see stars.
My back arches involuntarily, grip tightening around Raf and Ford’s cocks enough to make them both pull back with a grunt.
“Fuck, she’s close already,” Ford pants, voice a rough caress against the side of my neck. “Look at her, Raf. She’s fucking desperate.”
Raf doesn’t just look– he stares, one hand braced on the headboard, the other slowly stroking his cock as he watches Wes eat me out. “Make her come,” he rasps, biting down on his lower lip. “I want her still shaking when I bust that cherry.”
Wes groans into my pussy and speeds up the movement of his tongue, his lips suctioning over my clit. Ford rocks his hips behind me, the wet head of his cock painting stripes up my spine as Raf moves closer, angling his tip toward my lips.
“Open,” he growls.
I do, stretching my lips wide, and he slides in slow, letting me feel the weight and fullness of him. I gag a little as he pushes in, and he hisses, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Good girl,” he praises, and my blood turns molten.
It’s too much. Too many hands, too much sensation. I lose track of who’s touching me where, everything blurring together as the pressure inside me builds.
Raf pulls out of my mouth, lets go of my hair, then bends down and kisses me so hard it steals my breath. Wes keeps working my clit with ruthless precision, the coil in my belly winding tighter.
Then it snaps.
I come so hard I see stars, body locking up, then trembling apart. Wes moans, still lapping at my pussy, while Raf keeps devouring my mouth, swallowing every gasp, every cry. When the wave finally passes, I collapse, my body going limp.
Wes rocks back on his heels, wiping his mouth off with a forearm as he gazes down at me reverently. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, eyes tracing over every inch of my exposed skin.
“Ready for some cock?” Ford murmurs in my ear.
I’m not sure I could ever be truly ready for what’s about to happen, but…
it’s just sex, right? People do it all the time.
And even though I used to wear my virginity like a badge of honor, as proof that I’d never follow in my mother’s footsteps and ditch my own dreams to serve the whims of men, the stupid Dollhouse auction has made losing it a necessity.
So, I nod, throwing myself to the wolves.
Ford shifts me off his lap, my heart pounding in trepidation as he settles me back against the pillows.
Raf circles around and crawls onto the bed, still stroking himself as he settles between my spread legs.
I watch him, eyes locking in on that massive cock of his, and I can’t help it.
I stare, throat tightening in fear, wondering how the hell it’s going to fit.
Ford grins, following my gaze. “Don’t be intimidated, Ava baby. It’ll only hurt for a second.”
Wes shoots him a look, then softens it as he turns to me. “Just relax, okay?” He places a hand on my shoulder, but it’s not nearly as reassuring as he thinks it is.
Raf shifts closer, hands gripping my thighs to spread them further apart. I tense instinctively as he presses the broad head of his cock against my slit, sliding it up and down, getting it wet. Then he pauses at my entrance, and I brace myself, sucking in a breath.
He doesn’t push inside, not yet. Instead, he dips down and kisses me, hard. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan, arching into him. Then he pulls back, lifting a brow, gaze locked on mine.
I know what he wants, and I don’t hesitate. The anticipation is killing me, and even though I just came, I’m still worked up, aching for release. I need it. Fuck, I need it so bad.
“Please,” I whine, gripping onto his biceps as I buck beneath him. “Please, Raf…”
A smug smirk curls his lips. “Fucking knew it,” he murmurs, leaning in, pressing his full weight against me. “Such a desperate little whore,” he growls, mouth at my ear. “Begging to be ruined by her King.”
I feel the head of his cock push against my entrance, and I gasp at the stretch as he slowly eases in.
The burn sears through my body, my legs going stiff.
Raf rocks his hips, giving me just the tip, then pulls back before pushing in a little further.
I whine, instinctively trying to scoot away, but one of his hands clamps down on my hip, the other collaring my throat, holding me in place as his eyes burn into mine.
His hips snap forward sharply, and then he’s inside, tearing through my resistance and filling me up.
The stretch is too much, the pain all-consuming.
I cry out, my fingernails clawing into his back, and Raf pauses for a second, holding still while I struggle to adjust to his size, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” he grits out, face screwing up like he’s in pain. “You’re so tight. I’ve gotta move.”
I whimper as he starts to– slow at first, then building to more forceful thrusts, working himself deeper. Every stroke is punctuated by a filthy curse or a gasp, and as much as it hurts, I instinctively start rocking up to meet him.
Ford circles the bed, watching intently. “You’re so fucking hot right now,” he rasps, eyes glazed with lust. “Look at her, Wes. She’s taking him like a champ.”
“Easy, Raf,” Wes growls as he closes in, phone in hand. “Make it good for her.”
Pain splinters through my body as my stepbrother surges between my thighs, the brutal sting easing with each harsh punch of his hips and slowly giving way to a sick pleasure curling deep in my core.
“Look at her, she fucking loves it,” Ford murmurs, stroking his hard length as he circles me like a vulture, greedy eyes transfixed on where mine and Raf’s bodies join. “Don’t you, Ava baby?”
I can only moan in response, my back arching, legs trembling.
Raf continues rutting into me savagely as Ford prowls up beside my head, tapping his palm against my cheek in command. “Open up, pretty girl.”
His huge dick bobs above my face, the piercing at the base of the head glinting in the light. I relax my jaw as he drives it between my lips, choking me with the force of his deep thrust into my throat.
“Smile for the camera, Ava,” Wes coaxes, stepping closer to shove his phone in my face.
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as I stare vacantly into the lens.
This is what it has come to.
For months, my stepbrother and his friends have made my life a nightmare, and now I’m willingly allowing them to defile me with their filthy words, rough hands, and hard cocks.
As I succumb to the overwhelming rush of sensation, my mind slips into a dreamlike state, and all I can think is…
How the hell did we get here?
“Fuck, she’s good at that,” Ford moans, rocking his hips as he fucks my throat. “Choke on it, baby.”