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“Time?” I blink, confused. I slip from inside Allie and manage to walk two steps as Jonas shadows me.
“Time to make her want us for more than just our big dicks.”
His words are like a knife.
We’ve had conversations about objectification but it’s not until Jonas states it so clearly that I feel it here.
Does size matter?
Size is what brought us all together. But there has to be more to all this for Allie, doesn’t there?
35
ALLIE
Hands softly squeeze my breasts and find my nipples. Lips kiss my calves and then the inside of my thighs. I'm so slick between my legs, and so over sensitized, too. I’ve lost count of how many times these men have brought me to the precipice and pushed me over into blissful oblivion.
I look down and see Tom kneeling between my legs. Our eyes meet, and when he smiles against my clit, I start to tremble. The rasp of his beard against my tender flesh makes my toes curl. Around me, Gabe, Jonas, Stefan and Carson stand, their hands greedy, their eyes even greedier. The rest are close too, watching while they rest, their turns already taken. Everyone is naked despite the outside location. The sheer amount of sexy, tan, lean muscle around is hard to describe in a way that would do it justice. I think I could come just from looking at them and thinking about what their bodies can do.
I think there’s a danger they might break my brain if we go any further.
"Lick her, again," Jonas orders. Tom doesn't need instruction, though. He settles in, taking the task at hand as seriously as a heart attack.
"She tastes so damned good," he murmurs, and my cheeks heat. How do I taste good after already having so much sex?
"I remember," Stefan says, nuzzling my neck. His warm breath sends my pulse racing as Tom’s tongue flicks over my swollen clit.
There's another murmur of appreciation as I groan and shift my hips. They all love it when my body loses control. The grabbier I am and the more I writhe, the better they like it.
I reach for Tom’s head, but Stefan secures me by the wrist and tugs my arm over my head, holding it against the table. I like the control he exerts, the little bite of domination.
I like the idea that I don’t have a choice. Tom is going to feast on me whether I want him to or not.
But oh, I want him too. I want him to so badly that I could cry.
Stefan presses a kiss against my damp forehead. “Does that feel good, princess?”
“So good,” I moan.
“Do you want his cock?”
“YES!”
A rumble of laughter cuts through the gentle music still playing in the background. These men seem to like it even more when I’m begging and pleading for their dicks.
A condom is tossed at Tom, and he wraps his perfect cock, fixing me with glazed chestnut eyes that swim with kindness.
Hands stroke my hips and belly and tease my nipples as Tom lines himself up for penetration. I should be used to the feeling of being filled by now, but every time one of these men pushes inside me, it’s as overwhelming as the first.
Stefan’s lips find mine, and he kisses me as though he wants to climb inside me and never leave. With my free hand, I cup his cheek and he stares at me for seconds that feel like minutes, with a question I can’t decipher in his eyes.
"She's getting close," Tom says, as someone pinches my nipple hard. "Her pussy is pulsing."
"Fuck.” Gabe sounds desperate, and I don’t blame him. Waiting for so long and watching so many other people come must be tough.
Fingers grip into my ass, holding me tight against Tom’s cock, and I want to wriggle, but I can't.
"That's it," Stefan urges. "Fuck her until she breaks."
