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But it does.
The friction is incredible, hot and impossible to ignore, and every time Ransom moves inside me, my body kicks off a tumbling cascade of pleasure, sending sparks flying through my veins and making me moan.
“Fuck,” he curses. His fingers dig into the flesh of my hips as he pulls me down onto him over and over. “Fuck, I knew it was going to be like this. You’re so fucking tight. You take me so well, angel.”
“What does she feel like?” Victor asks.
“Incredible.” Ransom groans, sounding breathless. “So fucking good. Hot and slick and so wet she’s dripping all over me. She’s squeezing around me like she doesn’t want to let go.”
I moan as I listen to him describe me to his brothers. Although I don’t get the impression that Ransom has fucked as many women as Malice, I’m sure he’s been with plenty of them before. And yet, he talks about fucking me like it’s a revelation. Like it’s something special, something that’s new for him too.
“How does it feel for you,Solnyshka?” Malice asks, drawing my attention back to him.
When I glance over my shoulder, he’s leaning forward in his chair, taking it all in. His cock is still hard, but he’s not even touching himself, just watching us intently.
It takes a long moment for me to be able to find my voice, and I use that time to take stock of how I feel to answer his question. The soreness from Ransom’s first hard thrust is fading, and something else is creeping in to take its place. His cock drags against my sensitive inner walls, and the piercings add even more friction. Every time he buries himself balls deep in me again, I get a jolt of sensation so strong it almost takes my breath away.
I’ve slid a hand between my legs plenty of times before drifting off to sleep or in the bath, and I’ve always been able to get myself off easily enough when I wanted to, but it’s nothing compared to this. Nothing compared to the feeling of being impaled on Ransom’s cock, and the stretching, sliding slickness of him fucking me.
Malice laughs when I don’t answer for a long moment.
“You fucked the words out of her head,” he notes. “I knew she was a perfect little slut, deep down. All that good girl shit was just a ruse.”
I shake my head, because it wasn’t, but Malice just smirks when I look at him.
“It will be when we’re finished with you,” he promises.
It’s a dark vow, and it sends a little thrill through me.
I should be afraid of it. I shouldn’t want everything he’s promising so badly. But I do.
My heart pounds, and I feel almost high from the endorphins and adrenaline flooding my system. I can feel myself getting closer to falling apart, every thrust of Ransom’s cock pushing me toward the drop off into pure pleasure. I bounce on his lap, breathing hard, trying to tether myself to him so that I don’t spin off into the ether or something.
Ransom’s hands on my hips are almost bruisingly tight, and I focus on those, and the points where we’re connected. I look down my body to see where his cock is disappearing into me, catching the glimpses of it, shiny with my arousal, slick with the mess we’re making.
“Fuck!” I gasp, and three deep voices groan all around me. “Fuck, Ransom, please, I—”
“Come on, angel,” Ransom pants. “Come on. I want to see how fucking gorgeous you’re going to be coming on my cock. Let me see it. Let all of us see it.”
I nod eagerly, and the steady, measured pace of his thrusts falls away. He starts bucking up, slamming his cock into me in hard, deep bursts. Every time it hits the deepest spot inside of me, I get that much closer, and when it’s finally too much, I gasp out a strangled sounding cry, coming harder than I ever have in my life.
Everything shudders and trembles with the pleasure, and my vision goes white and blurry around the edges. It takes me two or three tries to get a deep enough breath to fill my lungs, and while I’m trying to hold on, Ransom keeps pumping into me.
He finally finishes with a low groan, burying his face against my chest as he comes inside me, flooding me with the hot spurts of his release.
I feel like I’m floating for a little while as my body slowly starts to relax. My head is a buzzing, hazy mess, and my skin is almost too sensitive. It’s been so much all at once. So many feelings, so much pleasure.
Ransom reaches up and cups my face, and I blink owlishly for a moment, finally managing to focus on him.
“You still with us?” he asks, smiling at me.
I nod. “Y-yeah. That was just… a lot.”
His smile widens, and he pulls me down into a kiss. It’s hot, almost impossibly so, but there’s a sort of tender edge to it. A sweetness that’s different from everything that came before it.
When we break apart, he pulls back enough that he can look at me, his eyes tracking over my face.
“That was incredible,” he tells me. “You did so good. Damn, pretty girl, I’ve wanted to do that for a long fucking time.”
