Page 150 of Gangsters and Guns


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Rogan changes the setting on the dildo, and it vibrates faster, pressing on those nerves that make me wild. I’m nothing more than a wet, needy fucking mess, a vessel for pain and pleasure.

“Oh God!” I cry out, my entire body trembling from the force. All thoughts leave my head, and my sight is almost fuzzy.

I hear a groan, and Alistair comes all over my breasts. The warm splash of his cum causes me to cry out again, and I open my eyes to watch them. Rogan and Maddox follow a second later with grunts. Rogan spills across my cunt, his cum dripping over me and mixing with my cream as the dildo continues to fuck me. Maddox aims right for my face, his own contorted in pleasure as he pumps his cock as his cum squirts across me. The release is hot and sprays my cheek and mouth, marking me better than his whip. “Lick it up. All of it,” he demands as my orgasm approaches. I’m on the very edge of the precipice now, ready to tumble over the edge.

I extend my tongue, taking in as much of his cum as I can, my body vibrating from the force of the orgasm growing within me. My breaths are shallow and short, and my eyes roll back into my head. Just as I take a breath to explode, the nipple clamp is ripped off and the items shoved in my pussy and ass are removed, leaving me a drenched, panting, unsatisfied mess. The pleasure still rattles around in me, wanting to be satiated, but it isn’t.

And I break.

I fucking break, and I sob, lying here naked and claimed, broken and bruised, completely fucked but totally untouched.

I let it out.

“I’m so, so, so, so sorry,” I sob as my bindings are removed and the men I’ve come to love crawl into bed with me. Even without having a release, I welcome them, needing the reassurance that we’re okay. Three pairs of arms surround me and hold me, and I cry so long and so hard that I pass out in their embraces, just where I want to be.

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