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I twist my fingers through her hair. "Tell me where you want this tongue, baby girl."
Olivia mewls, her cheeks flushing pink. She shifts under my immense form, her petite hips canting against mine. "You already know."
Rook and I share a glance. It’s impossible not to smirk. The fact that Olivia’s comfortable enough around us to tell us what she wants turns us on so goddamn much. She’s so much sexier than she was when we took what we needed by force. Our angel wants us. She’s desperate for us.
"Close your eyes, slut. That’s right, little Olive. Don’t look at me like that if you know what’s good for you. I’ll spank you so hard you’re never dry again. Your pussy won’t remember how to exist with coming."
Brock retrieves a package from her bedside table. "We bought you a gift, angel."
Olivia’s lips part as she takes it in her hands, incredulity written across her features. "You didn’t need to do this."
"We’re your Kings. Your protectors. We know that girls like shit like this. Tampons. We’ll eat your pussy and claim your body so no other man can. We'll also purchase you things that you need. Items that most men are too pussy to buy. They’re little bitches who don't understand women. We appreciate females in all their perfection. Bloody pussies. They make babies. Heirs. Future Kings and Queens. Nothing like a pussy covered in time of the month juice. It’s a V8 of femininity."
She unwraps the package of tampons. "You’re too kind."
"That’s for when you’re fertile for our kids," Brock growls, rubbing her thigh. "We’ll feed you those chocolates we bought you as your body busts out your period. We’ll ram the tampons in. Make you feel all safe and loved."
Olivia cracks out a laugh. "You two have no idea how this works, but thanks. A for effort."
I lean into her pussy. My tongue snakes out of my lips, dancing across the fabric of her panties. "A+."
Ripping off her panties, I plunge my tongue into her folds, tasting every delicious bit of her. Her berry scent rockets into my nose, making me swipe my tongue back and forth, licking her cunt, needing more. My lips migrate up to her slit and I devour her clit, unable to stop, needing to bring it to a stiff bud. My right hand moves to her clit next and I pinch it. Her toes curl as her head shoots back.
"Oh, Rook!"
"That’s right, baby girl. Cry out my name. You know who pleases you best."
Brock growls as he moves his face next to mine. "Out of the fucking way, you bastard."
Brock snarls as he chomps on her kitty, devouring it wholemeal, unable to fend off his need. I hear her kitty’s cries as Brock’s tongue murders it. Her fingers grip mine, squeezing on for dear life as his tongue spears her depths. Her back aches as her pussy grows moist. Supple moans rip free from her lips, filling the room, bouncing off the walls and shaking the curtains.
"I love this pussy." Brock licks a long stripe up her clit. "It drives me fucking crazy. I close my eyes at night and see it hovering in front of me. Waiting for me to scarf it down."
I heave Olivia into my arms, ripping her away from Brock. He roars in protest, punching me, but I brush his hands away like they mean nothing as I bring my angel to the window. I heave her back against the glass, then twist a lock of her hair through my right fist, tugging it as I ram her thighs up and feast on her cunt.
Olivia’s tits shake as her pussy cinches around my mouth. She grinds on my lips, working her cunt against my greedy mouth. She’s evolved out of the shy, timid virgin she was at the beginning of the semester. A sex fiend slut who only lives for us to please has taken its place. She demands pleasure from us. Requires it. The frantic way she moves against me proves this.
Olivia grips my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh. A lesser man who snaps at her to let go because she might hurt them. Not me. The thought of my horny angel hurting me causes me to roar out a laugh. Nothing could be funnier.
"Scratch me harder. Leave your mark.If you can."
My tongue piledrives her cunt. I fuck it like I’m going to fuck her with my cock later. She’s so ripe and supple, ready for what Colt, Brock, and I will give her.
She came back from the night at her father’s with a vengeance she needs dicked out of her. Something tells me my baby girl is ready to take it up her cunt. A big fat cock straight in her pussy. Dominating her. Letting her know whose she is.
Brock pinches her tits as I devour her cunt. She cries out, spit trickling out of her lips as her auburn hair whips back and forth. Her nipples turn to peaks and her legs kick out. They lock around my neck as she grinds on my mouth. She’s using my tongue as her personal dildo. She needs more. More.
My thumb plugs her pussy lips. Big, fat, and calloused, it rams between her folds, stretching her out. She’s so tight because we haven’t rutted her yet. The second we do, this tight little cunt will be ripped wide open. The vision of her cherry bursting turns my cock into a log.
"Fuck, little slut," I snarl into her folds, my tongue skating across her most sensitive parts. "I’ll bust your pussy straight down the middle with my cock. Paint your pretty satin sheets in red. I’ll shoot out my load straight in your broken pussy and soak you with my cum. You won’t be able to get away."
Brock brings her tit to his mouth. He sucks her nipple, nipping the tender flesh, drawing more moans out of her lips. He hooks his right thumb into her lips. The gesture catches her so off guard. She clamps down around it, sucking it as her eyes roll back. Her hips buck against me even harder, her pussy demanding release. Squelching noises reach my ears as moisture trickles out of her slit and seeps down my bare chest. I look like I’m eating a juicy nectarine that’s seeping everywhere. Eating it like a caveman. Devouring her shit like only a man can. A real man with a throbbing cock he’s going to fuck her with.
Brock rams his thumb deeper down her throat. She gags on it, coughing like a crack whore smoking rocks, her throat bulging. There’s no way she can expel it from her lungs. It’s too big. Too intense.
"If you don't bust this pussy out for me, I’ll rawdog you on your bed right now. Take your cherry so Colt doesn’t find out." I lick her thighs, blazing a trail right back to her cunt. "He’ll be so pissed the fuck off that he’ll fuck you right after. While you’re bruised. Leave you in pain."
Brock squeezes her nipple so hard that tears form in her eyes. This time, it’s too rough. She tries to get away, scramble out of our grip.
