16. Maddison #2
My eyes widen, my heart stuttering when I hear the table creak under his weight. I’m surprised the entire thing hasn’t collapsed.
“Yes, boss,” his deep voice sounds from behind me, as well as the sound of a belt coming undone.
I’m dizzy when I hear the zip slowly come down.
Gulping once, I keep my eyes on Ash. There is no reason a man like him should be so pretty.
A thrill runs through me as I wait, ready to be fucked, like Ash said.
I need it. This is so out of my league, being used by real men.
Ones with scars and facial hair. Men with deep voices and gravelly growls.
I hear him reach into his pants, and I arch my back, wordlessly begging for it.
“Holllyyyyy fuck,” Leon mutters.
I don’t get a chance to ask what’s wrong, because the head of the biggest cock I’ve ever felt forces its way in, stretching me wide. Splitting me open inch by inch. I cry out as I fall to my elbows, lungs emptying in a rush. He’s big. Bigger than anything I was ready for.
It burns. His cock splitting me in half as he slowly pushes every massive inch of himself inside of me. My eyes squeeze shut, breath stuttering as it just keeps going, stretching me further than I thought possible.
Then I feel it. The pad of Ash’s thumb stroking my cheek, slow and gentle, the softness of the gesture completely at odds with what’s happening behind me.
My eyes flutter open.
He’s watching me. Only me.
His hand cups my cheek, grounding me, comforting me, even as his voice carries the order for Griff to fuck me, and Griff obeys.
Nothing could have prepared me for this.
For the way a cock this big feels driving into me.
It’s earth-shattering and body-breaking all at once, pleasure and pain blurring until I can’t tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Fuck, you look so pretty like this,” Ash murmurs to only me. “Getting railed like a sweet little slut on my meeting table. So fucking pretty.”
My brows draw, his words making something inside of me ache. Because he looks like he really means it. Like this isn’t degradation. Like its reverence.
“Fuck, she takes it like a fucking champ,” I vaguely hear Thomas say, and I feel my face heat. “That things’ a monster.”
“She’s wet as fuck,” Griff grunts, breathing heavily as he slams his pelvis into my ass. Hands as big as dinner plates envelope my hips, holding me steady as he rams into me over and over.
I feel him everywhere, invading my body from every angle. Heavy balls slap against me, his thighs like tree trunks smacking into mine. The sheer size of him is overwhelmingly consuming.
“Too,” I pant, the words barely forming. “Big.” My voice breaks, focus shattered by the way I’m being filled. “He’s too big!”
An amused sound rumbles from behind me, but he doesn’t slow.
Wiping the hair out of my face, Ash presses his lips so softly to mine that I barely feel them. And somehow it still detonates inside me, fireworks exploding behind my ribs. Fireworks lit by a savage man. Brutal and merciless.
“That’s it,” he breathes as he pulls back, leaving me aching for him. “You take him so well, Angel. Is he stretching that pretty little cunt?”
“Yes,” I cry out, nodding my head frantically. “Yes, oh God. Ughh...” I moan.
Electricity coils through my body, muscles locking tight, pleasure building so sharp I feel like I might split apart.
“You wanna come, my pretty little angel?” His expression ruins me because I know he’s playing with me. Every thought written clearly across his face.
I nod anyway. I’m too far gone to pretend otherwise.
“Please,” I sob. “Please, please, please.”
I feel it... right there. The explosion waiting to tear through me. And then I feel Griff tense behind me, his rhythm faltering, grip tightening as he does what he was ordered to do.
“Fuck yes, take my fucking cum,” he growls from behind me.
A sob bursts from my lips, pain and ecstasy and frantic need spiralling through me. I feel him fill me up and I push back against him instinctively, trying to chase my own pleasure that’s right there.
But he huffs a laugh, pulling out his massive erection, leaving me feeling emptier than ever. A frustrated sound comes out of me, and it just makes Ash smile wider.
Griff tucks himself into his pants as he jumps from the table, sated and feeling none of the desperation that I’m feeling.
Defeated and boneless, I fall back against the table, staring up until the only thing in my vision is the dim yellow bulb hanging overhead. It sways slightly, or maybe that’s just me. My body still humming, skin too sensitive, every nerve left raw and screaming.
Heat coils low in my stomach, sharp and insistent. I can’t think properly. My thoughts splinter and dissolve under the constant, pulsing ache between my thighs. I lie there exposed and shaking, arms falling uselessly at my sides, all that tension trapped inside me with nowhere to go.
My skin still buzzes, oversensitive and needy, aching without release.
It’s unbearable.
My thighs tremble, muscles fluttering like they’ve forgotten how to function. I feel empty and painfully full at once, hollow and stretched and desperate in the same breath.
“I think my little angel needs to come,” I hear Ash huff a laugh. “Don’t you, baby? You wanna come?” He taunts me in a mocking voice.
Above me, the light blurs, my vision swimming as I try to steady my breathing. I swallow hard, throat tight, frustration burning behind my eyes. The table digs into my spine as my body lies there, heavy and weightless at the same time.
I turn my head just enough to find him.
Ash stands over me now, his presence crushing. From this angle, he looks larger somehow, his shadow cutting across my body as his gaze drags over me with slow, deliberate intent. Not rushed. Not hungry.
Patient. Calm, composed, completely in control while I feel stripped bare in every way that matters.
His eyes flick to Leon.
“Get on the table,” he says casually.
Leon stills for half a second before his face splits into a shit-eating grin. Boots scrape against the floor as he circles closer, the table creaking as he jumps on between my legs, just out of the way of Ash’s view.
He unzips his pants, his lean muscles flexing as he does.
He doesn’t have a shirt on under his vest, wearing his uniform like a fashion statement.
Pulling out his long cock, my eyes widen.
What is in the water at this club? Everyone seems to be massive.
He grins when he sees me eyeing it in his fist, confidence and cockiness oozing out of him like pheromones.
“Matt, take her face,” Ash mutters, and my eyes flick up, watching Matt loom over me, his own thick and hard cock in his hand, ready to go.
They wait. Wait for their leaders’ orders.
“Use her as you want,” he adds. “Just don’t let her come. I want her begging to me like I’m her God by the time that happens.”
My throat tightens. Shit. Can I do this for another round?
Leon dives first, his cock slipping easily into me after being played with and used. I’m so wet that I can hear him sliding in and out of me. He dusts his thumb softly over my clit, and the friction feels like heaven.
Twisting my head, my eyes flick up to Matt as he waits patiently.
Nerves flutter in my stomach at the idea of taking him into my mouth.
He’s so damn good at doing it to me, how can I live up to the expectation?
But my mouth waters when I look at him straining towards me, and I take him into my mouth, sucking him in as deep as I can go.