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She lost count of how many times Trey spanked her. She lost count of the breaths that staggered through her as she soared to both heaven and hell in pleasure and pain.
Her clit ached with a fierceness that was completely foreign to her virgin body. She just hadn’t had the time to think about sex. Yet she knew she wanted to get married one day, have lots of children, and live her days out here in Bloomings Tide as their mayor.
But something inside was shifting, changing from who she was to someone she only recognized as more powerful than herself.
And nothing made her want to come more at that moment in time. All she wanted was to feel their hands on her body, touching her.
But she couldn’t take it anymore. She swayed and begged incoherently. Trey’s palm fell down on her faster and harder. She quaked, cried, and clenched her entire body to stop herself from splintering apart.
“Fuck. She’s a masterpiece.” She heard Isaac rasp behind her.
“Look at the liquid gold dripping down her thighs from that sweet, sweet pussy of hers.”
“Beg us, Kalista. Beg us to make you come, and Trey will stop.”
“Do it now, sweetheart,” Trey commanded her.
Shame riffled through her and mingled with her arousal, creating a new kaleidoscope of untamed, savage, and wanton need.
“Please. Please. Please.”
Her stomach curled inwards as three hands touched her, parted her folds, and dipped into the shallow entrance of her pussy, and then she heard them licking her essence from their hands. Their growls pierced her clit and made her wetter.
“Please,” she pleaded, red with shame. Trey slipped his hand between her thighs, his knuckles against her folds.
“Rub your clit on the back of my hand until you come, sweetheart.”
She shook her head. Her modesty wasn’t going to allow her to do something so lascivious.
A slap resounded across her butt and triggered every single burning sensation Trey’s spanking had given her all into one ball of fire. She hissed in pain and tried to writhe away, but that only made her clit brush against his knuckle.
Dear god. There was no hope for her now. Getting struck again after an interval was worse than a continuous stream of lashes.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed her clit against his knuckle, but her head was filled with images of his hand, as she had seen just the night before. When he held his glass and stroked his jaw, she had looked at the power in his hand, and now ... she was using his knuckle to make herself come.
The voracious building of an orgasm began deep within her and gained traction. She couldn’t stop it. She pressed harder against Trey’s knuckle, trying so hard to squeeze her thighs together despite the bindings on her ankles.
Her climax tumbled from her furiously, uprooting everything inside and leaving her a jumbled mess. And that was how Isaac found her.
First, his breath whispered against her scorching-hot butt. And then his teeth grazed her and then sunk into her at the moment when he cupped her pussy, holding her folds and her clit in his palm.
She cried, tears splattering down her face as he bit into the skin on her butt hard enough that his teeth marks would stay there as long as Trey’s fingerprints.
Hissing uncontrollably, she thought her pain was too much for her to find any pleasure, but she was wrong. Isaac’s teeth in her flesh made her clit pulse so hard that a violent orgasm shattered her and left her blind.
Please. Please. Please.
She had no idea what she was begging for silently. But when Chance came around to face her, she crumbled.
No. No. No.
“Look at me when you make yourself come on just the tip of my finger, Small Town.”
She didn’t even need to be experienced to know his request was the one thing that was going to take her over the edge, never to return.
Her gaze flittered over his mind-blowing handsome face, and then she whispered over Trey and Isaac.
She scrunched her eyes closed when she saw that Trey was licking the wetness off the back of his hand. And Isaac was doing the same to his palm.
