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I’m not sure if I should be pleased or offended.
Angelo’s moving behind me, and I remember too late my offer to give up my ass. I know now that there’s a monster of a cock in those pants, and the idea of him taking my virgin asshole suddenly feels a lot more urgent. I brace myself. I offered it to get out of worse, and I’m not going to be a little bitch who begs for him not to.
Am I?
Angelo grabs my hips and pulls my ass cheeks apart.
“I need—I need lube,” I say, my voice cracking a bit. I might never have done anal before, but I know that getting fucked without prep would hurt even with a normal-sized dick.
He laughs and positions his cock against my asshole. “Do you? Blood can be plenty slick.”
Fuck, he sounds way too gleeful about the prospect.
“Don’t break her, Angel,” Saint interjects, and for a few seconds I’m grateful to him… until I remember that he’s part of this group too, and he had violated me while I was unconscious.
“Fine, fine. Besides, you got her all warmed up for me. Would be a waste not to take advantage of that.” Angelo’s cock slides lower, and yes, I can feel just how thick it is. I force myself to relax, and I’m very, very glad that I’m still completely slick. Even that first penetration stretches me despite Saint having been in me moments earlier. I bury my head in Saint’s thigh to stifle my moans.
I’m still sensitive from coming, my cunt throbbing as Angelo forces his way in one inch at a time. It feels that much more amazing, and I’m relieved he decided to fuck me this way.
“Damn, she’s burning up,” Angelo says. “Fuck, that’s good. Too bad you couldn’t come inside her.” His fingers tighten on my hips, and I’m positive I’ll have bruises in the morning. I’m glad for that small bit of pain though, because it helps steady my mind. I twist my head so I can look in Victor’s direction again.
He hasn’t moved at all. I wish I knew what he’s thinking. Enjoying the show, clearly, but is it enough? Have I convinced him?
My thoughts scatter again when Angelo pulls out, leaving just the tip, then he slams forward. An embarrassing scream escapes my lips. Saint has to grab my shoulders to keep me in place.
The next time he does it, I’m more prepared, and I brace myself so my head doesn’t get shoved right back into Saint’s lap. I know he probably wouldn’t mind, but my poor hole is already getting wrecked. I don’t need him deciding he wants a second round.
I’m still unable to keep those humiliating little sounds to myself, though. It just feels so good to be penetrated so deeply, so completely, and he’s rubbing against parts of me that are driving me crazy. I feel like I could come again if he’d just keep doing exactly what he’s doing, but my orgasm is elusive.
I’m desperate for it, but I’m not going to beg. I just try to fuck back against him instead, but he only laughs and fucks me harder, faster. It’s clear he doesn’t want me to be an active participant. He just wants to use me for all I’m worth.
The sound of his heavy breathing fills the air, joining my gasps and moans and the occasional sob as I feel like I’m about to find release only to have it snatched away from me again.
Saint keeps petting my hair, but I’m barely aware of his presence.
All I can think about is Angelo’s hard, thick cock as he pounds into me, tensing as he gears up for his own climax. I wish he was touching me, but this time, there are no fingers on my clit to ensure my pleasure. As amazing as his dick is, I still need that extra touch to fall over the edge.
With staccato thrusts, he comes inside of me, filling the condom. He lingers inside of me, and for a moment, I have the dim hope that he might finish me off.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, he just pulls out, leaving me breathless and dangerously close to climax. I almost reached to touch myself and send myself over that final edge, but I can only imagine what they’d say.
I keep my hands balled into fists instead.
A snap of fingers draws all our attention. Victor points at his feet. “Crawl here.”
My legs tremble and my arms feel like jelly and getting ordered like a dog sets me on edge. I remind myself of the consequences of disobeying though. At least I’m too tired to say something I’ll regret.
Saint helps me up properly and pets my hair, still calling me a good girl. I blush again. I wish their words didn’t affect me like this.
Angelo slaps my ass when I start crawling. “Very nice. She’s not half-bad, Victor. Well, her cunt isn’t.”
“Hey, since she’s a slut, there’s a good chance she’ll know how to use her mouth, too,” Saint adds.
Fuck all of them, I think, but I slowly make my way across the small room to kneel at Victor’s feet. I look up at him, trying to exude confidence. I don’t think I succeed.
“Get my cock out,” Victor says.
