Page 172 of Gangsters and Guns


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I rub myself against the sheets, spreading my legs unashamedly so they can see my pussy as I reach up and cup my breast with bound hands, rolling my nipple between my fingers as I wait. Maddox sits on top of me, pinning my spread legs as he smacks my hands away. “You don’t get to touch yourself, only we do.”

“Then fucking do it,” I dare him. “Stop teasing.”

It’s all the invitation he needs. He grabs my bound hands and smashes them down above me, pressing them into the silk pillowcases. “Don’t fucking move,” he orders and drags his hand down my face, his fingers catching on my lip before wrapping around my neck and squeezing threateningly, reminding me who’s in charge. The action reminds me of his strength and how easily he could end me. Even though he wouldn’t, the danger of it has my eyes closing in bliss.

With one last squeeze, he releases my throat and slides his hand down my chest, gripping my boob hard before flicking my nipple into a tight little peak. His touch is almost on the edge of pain before he gives the other the same treatment. Releasing me, he grabs the knife again and circles my nipples with the sharp edge, drawing little pink marks around them as my pussy drips onto the bedding—I’m that fucking needy. Moving lower, he pins my legs as he watches his handiwork.

With a dirty smirk, he drags it back down, past my belly button to my spread pussy, and he taps my clit with it, making me cry out. He does it again and again until I’m almost screaming, already on the edge of coming. Then of course the bastard pulls it away and drops to his back next to me. “Straddle my waist and keep your hands overhead,” he instructs.

It’s hard to flip onto him without moving my hands, but I manage it and crawl up his body. My knees are on either side of his hips, and my bare, wet pussy presses against his hard pulsing cock. My hands are above his head, and my face is almost against his, our lips nearly touching as my breasts crush against his solid chest. Reaching down, he grabs my hips and drags me across his cock, again and again, coating it in my cream, and the friction against my nipples makes me whimper as I close my eyes.

“Fuck, I can feel you throbbing against my dick,” he growls and presses me harder against him, grinding my clit on his length.

“Get inside of her already,” Alistair yells. “I’m hard as fuck, and watching her grind like that isn’t helping.”

Laughing, I drop my head and wiggle my hips to get more friction, humping him to find my release, but just as it’s about to crest, he stops me, holding me tight until I whimper, and then he effortlessly lifts me and releases my hands. I roll them to get the blood flowing as I stare at him. “Grab my cock,” he orders. I circle his length with my fingers and squeeze teasingly, making his grip dig harder into my hips as I line myself up above him.

He reclines farther. “Drop yourself onto my cock. Let me see you take all of me.”

Licking my lips, I drop and begin working his huge dick inside of me. The tip stretches me so deliciously that my head falls forward and my hands lift, but he lets it happen as I take every inch of his big dick. Down, down, until he’s finally balls deep inside of me, and I whimper at how full I feel. Needing to move, I work my hips, but he holds me still, keeping on the edge of frustration before releasing his grip.

“Ride me, baby. Let me see you wet my cock with your cum, and if you’re a good girl, Ali will fuck that tight little ass,” he demands, running his dominating gaze down my body to where we’re joined. Maddox groans, watching as I lift, seeing his cock stretching my tight hole.

I do as I’m told and begin to ride him, slowly at first, before I speed up. Unashamedly, I bounce on his cock, and the wet sounds are loud, even over my breathing. Each time I drop, I wind my hips, grinding my clit. He doesn’t help at all, just lies there and lets me ride him.

“Please, Maddox,” I whimper, needing his touch to come, needing him to control me. Take me, hurt me.

“Please what, pet?” he growls.

“Hurt me,” I breathe out.

One second, he’s not moving, and the next, his hand darts out, grips my neck, and yanks me down again. He squeezes until my vision blurs as he thrusts up, pummeling my pussy with hard, quick thrusts that almost hurt. They feel so good, hitting that spot inside of me that leaves me mewling like a kitten.

“Hurt you?” he murmurs as my pulse thunders under his hand. “What if I choked you out right now and made you pass out on my cock, and I continued fucking you anyway? Taking this dirty little cunt over and over before I came all across it and left you there, passed out and covered in cum.”

Holy fuck.

My release is close now, almost rushing through me just from his words and his hand, but when his other hand slithers between our bodies and grips the front of my pussy, hard, possessively, letting me rock into it…it happens.

My release crashes through me so forcefully, I actually do pass out a little. When I come to, he’s still smashing up into my cunt as I tremble above him. My pussy clenches around his huge dick, milking him, but he’s not ready to come yet.

He’s nowhere near close, not until all my holes are filled by my men’s cocks.

His thrusts slow slightly, and he eases his grip on my throat, letting me suck in ragged breaths before he pulls me down. Wrapping his arms around my torso to keep me flat against him, he holds me in place with his cock still in my pulsing pussy as something cold splashes on my spread ass cheeks.

Fingers drag down my crack and circle my hole, coating it before they slowly press inside of me. “Relax,” Alistair commands, and I breathe slowly, relaxing my body. His fingers push past the ring of muscles until they are seated inside of me. With a soft kiss on my spine, he slowly twists them, fucking my ass as he pulls out and pushes back in.

I groan at the discomfort as he loosens my tight hole over and over until the pain is gone and I’m pushing back to meet them, wordlessly begging for more. “Looks like our girl wants you to fuck her,” Rogan teases, and I lift my head as much as I can to see him kneeling on the bed next to me, holding his hard cock in his hand. I stretch my arms above me as if I was still bound, my pussy and ass spread. Fuck, I shiver from how exposed I feel, how vulnerable I am under their strong touches.

Alistair pulls from my ass, and I hear a cap opening before I feel the warm head of his cock pressing to my asshole. “Is that right? You want my fat dick in your ass? You want to feel it stretching you while Maddox fucks that dripping cunt?”

“Let me see,” Rogan murmurs and moves away. A second later, I feel fingers slide down my pussy, circling my stretched hole before flicking my clit. He moves back, and I whimper, watching with wide eyes as he shows me his glistening fingers. With his eyes on me, he grips his cock with it, stroking his length with my cream.

“Taste yourself on me,” he demands and presses forward, his cock aimed at my mouth. Like the dirty bitch I am, I lean in and dart my tongue out to taste him. The sweet taste of my cream and the saltiness of his pre-cum has me wiggling back, causing Alistair’s fat cock to slip into my ass with the force.

“Fuck,” Ali groans, holding me still as I lap greedily at Rogan’s cock, flicking my tongue over his slit for more before he pulls away with a smirk.

“Not yet, soon,” he promises.

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