Right as Asch pulls out of my mouth, heat rushes into my ass from where Blaze came.
I let cum drip out of my mouth and moan, then lean down so I can kiss River. He tilts his head so my lips end up on his jaw instead.
“More,” I groan. “River, kiss me, kiss me.”
His lips find mine, and while he tenses, he doesn’t stop me as I lick insistently at his lips until he parts them for me. I share the taste of Asch’s cum with him, and as the seconds tick by, he relaxes into it.
Blaze slowly withdraws from my ass, and it gives River a better angle to finger my clit with. He’s barely thrusting now, and I watch as he licks his lips clean. My orgasm eludes me, justout of reach, and it’s only when Blaze leans in to kiss me that I shudder and tip over the edge.
My cunt clenches around River’s cock, and he groans, arching his back and driving deeper into me as he starts to fuck into me more quickly. He chases his own climax, hand going to my hip instead of lingering on my clit, and his eyes flutter closed as he comes.
Everyone slows down.
My breaths echo in my ears.
It’s suddenly so quiet.
And with the pleasure over, with the pain gone?—
I feel the stabbing in my chest again.
I lift away from River. Cum drips down my thighs.
“More,” I say, grabbing for Asch. I give his limp cock a few strokes. “Let’s go again.”
Asch catches my wrist in his hand, letting out a low laugh. “Give me like, fifteen minutes at least, Pandora,” he says, like he doesn’t understand how serious this is, how serious I am.
I push him away and turn to Blaze. “You then. Come on. My insides haven’t been shredded yet.”
Blaze’s blond hair is plastered to his sweaty forehead. “Uh. I think River did a good job with the shredding. Fuck. That was intense enough already.”
What the fuck. How is he tired already?
I press myself against River. “Sounds like they’re too weak to keep up with me. But I know you can handle another round, River. You’re so strong. You keep getting up, you keep going.”
I find his left hand and run my thumb along the stump of his pinky.
“Even I need a few minutes,” River says, shaking his head as he tries to yank his hand away.
I don’t let him, only holding more tightly onto his hand.
“What’s wrong with you three? You want me, right?” I say harshly. “Don’t tell me you’re all talk.”
“Uh, of course we want you,” Blaze says. “But we’re exhausted. River’s covered in bruises. Let’s all take a nap?—”
“So you can film me while I’m passed out?” I snap.
Blaze recoils. “Uh, what? Why would we do that?”
My lips stretch so wide that it hurts. “Yes, why would you film me? Why would the three of youeverfilm me, naked, filthy, and share it with your friends?”
The three of them exchange uneasy looks.
“I’m… Fuck. I’m sorry, Pandora,” Asch says in a low voice. “We’d never do that to you again.”
Again.
Because they’ve already done it once.
