“Ah fuck, this pussy milks my dick so damn good. Tighten up, sprite, suck my dick in like it belongs to you.” Gripping the knot of hair on her head, I drag her back, bending her body awkwardly without a care because my cock sinks deeper and makes her cry out until tears stream down her cheeks.
Viking’s eyes remain glued to our girl and how she silently cries because it’s all too much for her petite body to handle, while still moaning for more. “I like her tears,” he says reverently, and her eyes slowly open to watch him. “That glazed look in her eyes, yeah, she likes this far more than she’s willing to admit to herself.” His stare flicks to mine briefly before snaring Logan’s again. “Imagine how much more intense it would be if she just allowed herself to accept the pain that eventually leads to pleasure.”
“Fuck!” I bellow, her pussy tightening so hard, I can barely move. “Yeah, she likes that idea. She just doesn’t trust us yet.” It’s a guess that proves to be spot on when she bobs her head slightly. Bending over her back, I murmur in her ear, “We’ll get you there, sprite. Soon, you’ll give us everything.”
“You don’t trust us?” Viking growls viciously, baring his teeth at her.
Reaching for her jaw, he pinches until her mouth opens, slipping his thumb inside, nearly gagging her. Her eyes speak for her since her mouth is immobile, and I can see that Logan is struggling with her admission.
“What do you need from us for us to earn it, then?”
Shocked at Viking’s diplomatic reaction, my fingers move up and down Logan’s back, trying to relax her tense muscles while my hips move in and out with shallow thrusts. Her pussy is like heaven, and I can’t stop, even with the seriousness of our conversation.
“I don’t know,” she mumbles around Viking’s thumb, sobbing.
Viking withdraws from the bed and crosses his arms, directing me, “Fuck her hard, make her sob.” I don’t need to be told twice.
Gripping her tightly, I continue to hover over her back and rapidly piston my hips, hitting her hard with each thrust. The cute little noises that come from the back of her throat make me crave hearing her scream.
“Come on, sprite, scream for me. Pierce my ears and let the whole club know who you belong to.” Her head shakes, but I don’t believe it’s in disagreement; I think she’s just having a hard time giving in to the temptation we all want.
“You don’t scream, hellcat, and when I get my dick in your cunt, I won’t give a fuck about your pleasure. You’ll only be a vessel for me to come inside of.”
I shoot Viking a disapproving glare when she begins to openly cry, not liking that he’d say that to her, but we’ll talk about that shit later.
Dragging my hands up her sides to her neck, I squeeze with one hand while the other grips the top of her scalp so I can hold her in place and fuck her harder. Her hips rise to the challenge, meeting me thrust for thrust until her orgasm blasts its way through her body.
“Scream, sprite. Give it to us, so Viking can stop being an ass and have his turn inside this delectable cunt and show her he just wants her pleasure.” Coaxing her seems to do the trick. She locks down on my dick while holding her breath before a scream tears from her throat. “Ah fuck. Ah fuck me. Yeah…fuck…you’re a good girl, sprite.” My voice chokes as my release painfully spurts forward, filling her until it gushes out and leaks down our thighs.
I slip from her pussy and roll to the side, allowing Viking access to her now.
“Hellcat,” he growls into her throat, her gasp telling me he’s biting her, marking her for everyone to see. “Do you know how fucking stunning you are when you come apart like that for us?”
“I thought you were mad at me.” Her teary eyes glance between us.
“Never,” I reassure. Viking kisses up her neck while I trace her jaw with a finger, then glide my thumb along her plump bottom lip. “Your pleasure is all we want. Hearing you scream from it being too much is like a fucking reward for us.”
“It is?” She hiccups before sucking on my thumb. Her body wilts a tiny bit, and when her teeth dig into my digit, I realize Viking has used our combined cum to slide into her tight pussy. “You feel different,” she whispers, a blush blooming across her cheeks.
“Tell us how,” Viking commands, using his weight to crush her to the bed.
“I don’t know how. It’s just not the same.”
“Thicker? Longer? Veinier?” Viking presses.
She snorts, “Is that even a word?” We both shrug. She sighs but speaks again. “You have a curve…it hits different.” Her breath hitches.
“Keep going, hellcat, tell us all the things you enjoy from our cocks.” Viking groans, latching onto her throat again. Logan’s back bows into him as she lets out a sexy mewl.
“I like…oooo…that. What you just did.” Viking stops and does it again. Pulling out, then slamming back in. “Yesss, please, Viking, more.”
“First, tell me what you like about Priest’s cock.”
Her eyes meet mine before she says, “His veins are so thick I can feel his pulse. When he drags it out slowly, I could cry because it feels so good.”
“How’d it feel when we took you together?” I ask. I’ve never cared about this shit before, but Logan telling us what she enjoys has become a necessity.
“Agony,” she whines, biting her lip as Viking jabs into her. “Good and bad.” She’s panting now, as if she’d just run a marathon. “Oh god, please, don’t stop.”
