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Even still, it’s almost too much. Almost more than I can take.
Malice’s body slaps against mine, and I can feel his balls hitting my sensitive flesh every time he drives himself into me. His fingers are wrapped around my hips, leaving marks on top of where Ransom already left his. I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow, but I don’t even care about that. I’m anchored right here in this moment, where I’m being split open and ripped apart with the pleasure of Malice’s punishing thrusts.
“Look at you,” he growls hoarsely. He stares down at me, his pupils huge and dark in his gray eyes. “Look at you fucking taking it. So perfect. This is what you wanted, isn’t it? This is what you needed.”
I nod, opening my mouth to say something back, but there’s no way any coherent words are coming out of me right now. Not when I can barely breathe.
It feels like his cock is filling up every part of me. Like if he fucked into me hard enough, deep enough, I would feel it everywhere. I’m losing my mind slowly, any thought that’s not about the feel of him leaking out of my ears and blowing away on the wind.
I can’t even focus on the feeling of Ransom and Victor watching this, because my head is too full. Or empty. Toosomething.
I feel used up and wrung out, but beneath all of that, there’s a burn of pleasure, and I can tell when Malice is getting closer to coming apart himself because his thrusts slow down a bit, turning even deeper.
“I want you to come for me,” he growls. “I want you to lose it on my cock.”
I shake my head, because I don’t think I can. The pleasure is there, but I just feel so worn out. Malice’s eyes glitter as he leans forward a bit, pinning me with a heavy stare.
“You fucking heard me,” he murmurs. “You’re gonna come for me. Let go. I know you can do it.”
The fingers of one hand find their way between my legs, and he starts rubbing at my clit with firm, purposeful touches. He strokes me there and slams his cock into me, and I feel like I’m going to fracture into pieces. I gasp, writhing on the couch, clawing at the cushions for something to hold on to.
When the pleasure of the growing orgasm hits me, it’s edged with pain. But it hurts so good, just like Malice’s cock.
He doesn’t stop, doesn’t let up until I’m bucking on the couch, the fourth orgasm of the night being ripped out of me as if it’s coming from the depths of my very soul. I give a broken sounding wail as I come apart, my body jerking and going tense.
Malice doesn’t let up for a second. He keeps driving into me as I clench around his cock, pushing his way in even as I tighten around him, shortening up his strokes as he bares his teeth. Then he buries himself inside me, a harsh cry spilling from his lips. His cock throbs, jerking a few times as he grinds his hips against mine before finally going still.
When he pulls out of me, I feel so empty, and traces of his cum and Ransom’s trickle out down my thighs. Without Malice holding me up, I slide back down onto the couch, worn out and wrecked.
“Look at you,” Ransom murmurs. He brushes a hand through my hair from where he sits on the cushions near my head, leaning over me so that his face appears upside down in my field of vision. “You look so gorgeous. Did we wear you out?”
I nod, staring up at him as I try to remember how to use my limbs.
“Vic doesn’t fuck,” Ransom continues. “He’s never been with a woman. But you can watch him. Do you want to watch him like he watched you?”
I nod again, more emphatically this time. I’m still too exhausted to sit up, but I turn my head, gazing over at where Victor is seated on the chair nearby
He still hasn’t taken his cock out, but as I watch, he undoes the button and tugs the zipper down, shoving his boxer briefs out of the way. He licks his palm and then wraps his hand around his cock, letting out a shaky breath as he starts to jerk it with the same precise movements he uses to do everything.
I stare, transfixed. It’s the first time I’ve ever seen him do something like this. The first time I’ve watched him have a physical reaction to something. He moves with practiced ease, clearly used to doing this himself, and I wonder if he’s ever had a woman so much as put her mouth on him, or her hand.
My tongue darts out to lick my lips, and I don’t look away for a second, greedy for more of him. Malice and Ransom were more vocal as they came apart, but the only sign that Vic is close is the subtle, sharp inhale and the way his eyes go a little unfocused with pleasure.
His fingers tighten around his cock, and some of that measured control falls away. His strokes become more erratic, less precise, and he hunches forward a bit, jutting his hips out, jerking his cock faster and harder as he hits his peak. His breathing goes ragged, and I savor those sounds and the fact that he’s coming undone like this for me.
Becauseof me.
When he comes, it’s with a low, shuddering breath, and the hot, sticky jets of his cum spurt out to coat his hand.
The room goes quiet, filled only with the sound of all of our breathing, and it’s only now that I realize howloudit’s been. How loud I was as Ransom and Malice fucked me. Victor’s hand is still wrapped around his length, and he keeps gripping himself as he rises from his chair and steps closer to me, his gaze tracking over me as if he’s trying to memorize every detail.
“Why don’t you give him a little taste of your mouth?” Ransom murmurs as Victor nears us. “Show him what he’s missing.”
My heart stutters in my chest, and I somehow find the energy to sit up. Vic is standing close enough by now that when I lean forward, I can dart my tongue out to lick the tip of his shaft, tasting his cum in my mouth.
Vic hisses a breath, grabbing a handful of my hair and pulling me away from his cock. When I look up at him, his eyes are wide and his jaw is tight, his nostrils flaring with sharp inhales.
We stare at each other for a moment, then he lets me go, stepping back.
