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All I can do is moan in response as sensations crash through me. I can feel every vein and ridge in Vic’s cock, the way the thickness of him presses against my inner walls, working me up as I move.
When I look down at Vic, he’s hazy eyed and blissed out. I drag my hands down his chest, lightly touching the still healing bullet wound in his side before looking at the tattoo I put on his chest. Marks he wears either for or because of me—but he wears them both with so much pride.
Something hot and intense wells up in me, and it’s not just the pleasure from how good this feels. It’s possessive energy, the feeling of being proud to have claimed a man like this. Someone so devoted and clever, so haunted and rough around the edges. We fought hard to get here, to this place where I’m sitting astride his cock while Malice watches and directs, and that makes it even better.
“Tell me how it feels,” Malice demands, and that draws my attention back to him. He’s kneeling on the bed now, and the heat of his body sears into me when he presses himself closer behind me.
“So good,” I gasp. “He’s so fucking big. So thick. I’ll never get used to how much he stretches me.”
“You’re gonna get even more than that in a minute,” he murmurs. “I want you soaked and ready for me. Vic, help her out. Play with her clit a little. Her tits. You know what drives her wild. I know you’ve been taking notes since the very first time you watched her come.”
Vic’s tongue flashes out as he licks his lips and then obeys his brother’s urging. His hands come up first, playing with my breasts, cupping them in his palms before he tweaks at my nipples.
The sharp sting sends a jolt through me, and I whimper softly.
“Ransom has all those piercings,” Vic says, pinching my nipples harder. “Should we give you one someday, butterfly? Maybe right here.”
I gush over his cock at the rush of sensation. Malice was right about his brother knowing what drives me crazy. He’s spent more time than any of them watching, memorizing the way my body responds to each and every touch. I’m pretty sure he could get me off in a hundred different ways without ever even touching my clit.
“I’d be into that,” I whisper back. “But only if all of you are there when I get it done. I’ll need someone to—ah!—to help distract me from the pain.”
One of Vic’s hands slides downward, making my breath catch. His fingers touch the place where our bodies are joined together, sliding over the slippery skin as if he wants to feel for himself how much I’m stretching around him, the way my body opens for him just because it feels so good. There’s a look on his face that’s almost reverent, and I slow my movements so that he can feel all of it, my gaze locked with his.
“We’ll be there,” he promises. “We’ll help you decorate this gorgeous body. Color and ink and piercings that catch the light. You’ll be chaos all over.”
His fingertips find my clit as he speaks, and my mind goes blank. Vic’s fingers are so precise and skilled. The same attention he gives to everything is being applied here, and he rubs my clit in slow circles, working me up even more.
“Fuck, oh my god. That feels so good,” I moan. “Fuck, please.”
“I love how you don’t hold anything back when you beg,” Malice says. “We’ll give you everything you want, Solnyshka.”
I open my mouth to tell him that there’s so much I want right now, but before I can say anything, I feel something cool and slick touch my ass. My muscles tense instinctively, my stomach fluttering.
“Breathe,” Vic instructs. He reaches up with his free hand to touch my face. “Remember when Malice and Ransom did this? Just breathe with me the way you did then. Stay with me.”
I nod and drag in a shaky breath and then another.
“Good girl,” Malice praises. “Just like that.”
Vic keeps his fingers moving, working my clit as I ride his dick slowly. The intrusion in my ass as Malice works me open is a less familiar sensation than having something filling my pussy, but I’m learning to love it. It’s another kind of stretch, different and pleasurable in a totally new way.
And still, when an orgasm starts to build, it catches me almost completely by surprise.
I barely have time to wrap my head around it before I’m being swept up in a wave of pleasure so intense it threatens to take my breath away. I cry out, trembling on top of Vic, going tight around his cock.
Vic pulls his hand away from my clit, gripping my hips tightly. I can tell from his hold on me that he’s fighting for control, and that war plays out over his face as well.
“Fuck,” he hisses, his fingertips digging into my skin. “You feel too fucking good.”
My pussy spasms around his cock, and it’s clearly enough for him to be right there on the edge himself. He’s holding himself back by a thread, so close to falling apart, but refusing to let go just yet.
I stop moving, catching my breath and giving Vic a chance to back away from his climax and calm himself down.
Without the movement of riding Vic to distract me, I can feel Malice’s progress behind me even more. The pleasure still cascading through me from my orgasm puts my nerves on high alert, and everything feels even more intense than it did before.
So when Malice pulls his fingers out of my ass, I gasp, suddenly feeling empty, even though Vic is still buried to the hilt inside me.
But then something else presses against my stretched hole, and I groan at the feel of Malice’s cock. He’s always been big, always been a stretch to take, but pressing into this smaller, tighter hole, he feels even bigger.
