Chapter 33 #4
Eagerness builds inside me as I reach forward and work him out of his jeans. When his thick, heavy length falls into my grasp, I whimper, the feeling of his hot, velvety shaft making my core ache just a little bit more.
Licking my lips, my mouth waters. I want to wrap my lips around it and suck him down. “Do something with it, whore,” he growls. “Make yourself fucking useful.”
Biting my lip, I look at him one last time before leaning down and flicking my tongue against the slit of his cock and moaning at the rewarding taste of his pre-cum.
Jasper grunts, his body jerking, but he doesn’t move away. He lets me do what I want with him, seeing what I’ll do next.
I wrap my lips around his cock, sucking him in and swirling my tongue around the head, making him hiss out in pleasure.
Pride swells inside me, making me want to drag more sounds of pleasure from this dangerous man.
Allowing saliva to pool in my mouth, I take more of him in my mouth, slowly taking him to the back of my throat.
Then I swallow around his shaft, making him groan. I do it again and again before pulling back, sucking hard, and pushing him down my throat once more.
“That’s it,” he growls. “You suck cock like a fucking pro, little fuck toy. Like you were made to suck mine.”
“She’s so fucking wet. Dripping like a needy little hole,” Sylas groans, and I feel him rubbing his cock against my slit.
“You just came,” Wesley states, dumbfounded.
“So?” Sylas chuckles, gabbing my hips and thrusting forward.
I moan around Jasper’s cock, making him grab onto my head, cursing at the sensation of the vibration.
“Fuuuck. I want more. You think one orgasm is enough. Not even fucking close,” Sylas growls, then starts to pound into me, forcing me to take Jasper down my throat again.
I gag when his tip hits the back of my throat.
Wesley slides his hand under me, finding my clit.
My head goes blank, all the sensations slamming into me at once.
I try to keep going, to keep teasing and pleasuring Jasper, but I can’t focus, let alone think. I’m a moaning, whimpering mess as Sylas fucks me like a madman.
Sylas takes over the assault on my clit. He takes it between his fingers and pinches, making me cry out in pain and pleasure.
Wesley grabs me by my hair, pulling me off Jasper. “Sharing is caring,” he snarls before shoving his cock past my lips and down my throat.
I’m fucking delirious, so high on the nirvana going on inside me right now.
These three are using me like their own personal fuck doll, and I’m loving every moment of it.
This feels good, better than good, it’s mind blowing. Maybe it’s because I’m already overstimulated, or that I’ve been edged for too long, but I can feel my orgasm rapidly building, and this time it’s stronger than before, more intense.
Jasper and Wesley take turns using my mouth. The sounds coming from me are absurd. Gagging as they thrust deep, wet sounds from the saliva spilling from my lips. Snot tickles as it drips from my nose, mixing with my tears. Because, of course, I’m crying.
No, correction: I’m sobbing.
It’s too much, and strangely not enough. I feel out of control, like I might die, but these men will put me back together when that happens.
There are curt, vulgar words being spoken, but I can’t hear any of them. I’m too far gone from the things they’re doing to me right now.
My head spins, my body heating up like it’s on fire. And then Sylas is groaning behind me, spilling inside me and filling me with his release. The tip of his cock hits against my sweet spot as he cums, and his fingers destroy my clit. I’m officially done for.
When I say, I explode, I mean it.
It feels like my body falls apart as one of the most powerful orgasms crashes into me like a tidal wave.
My body seizes up, my eyes rolling back as my back arches. My cunt grips Sylas’ cock so hard he curses in pain.
I scream around someone's cock, not even sure who’s at this point. My body jerks as I continue to cum violently, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me from the top of my head to the tips of my toes.
It’s too much, I can’t breathe. I start to panic due to the lack of air, and then I’m passing out.
When I come to, I’m coughing, half swallowing whatever is spilling down my throat, half spitting the cum I’m unable to swallow.
I cough as the taste of cum fills my mouth, and I do my best to take it all, but it’s too much. When they pull back, I feel something hot hit my face, a groan filling my ear.
Holt shit. Holy. Fucking. Shit. Whatever that was… ten out of ten would recommend. But not with my guys, I’ll kill you, so don’t even try.
I take a second to catch my breath, demanding air to fill my lungs as I rest my head against the cool stone.
Jasper yanks my head up roughly as my chest heaves. The taste of cum mixed with dirt lingers on my tongue.
“Such a good little whore. Doing what she’s told without argument. Our perfect little pet,” he purrs, and fuck if I don’t preen. I try to hold back the yelp from the stinging pain that ricochets through my skull as he pulls me to my feet. “Now, let’s go. We have a lot to talk about.”