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The sensation of his cock rubbing against a sensitive spot inside me is almost overwhelming, driving me higher and closer to the edge. He’s a mix of pleasure and torment, his words fanning the flames of my desire.
As he rolls his hips, each glide hitting that sweet spot, my arousal drips down my thighs. He doesn’t let me come, keeping me on the edge of that exhilarating release.
“They want to watch you come all over my cock,” he murmurs, his thrusts growing just a fraction harder. He reaches around, finding my abused clit, and the touch creates a surge of sensation, pushing me further into the abyss of pleasure. “Is that what you want?”
Every fiber of my being is electrified. I’m teetering on the edge, desperate for release, for the ecstasy that’s just out of reach.
“Answer me, kitten.” Desmond’s demand rings in my ears, and I struggle to form words as he toys with my clit, pushing me closer to the edge. His thrusts quicken, a relentless rhythm that matches the storm brewing inside me.
My body quivers with anticipation, my orgasm tantalizingly close, and I’m on the brink of surrendering to the ecstasy that’s been building.
“I don’t know,” I whimper in response to his question, my voice trembling with need.
Desmond’s grip on my clit increases, the pleasure intensifying with each thrust of his hips. I’m so close, and yet his teasing prevents me from going over the edge, leaving me in a state of perpetual anticipation.
“Do you want it?” he asks again, his voice low and commanding.
I don’t know. The words are on my tongue, ready to be spoken, but they won’t come out. I can only moan helplessly as his relentless thrusting continues, pushing me further into a haze of pleasure. His fingers expertly manipulate my clitoris, and I’m overwhelmed by sensation. I can feel my orgasm building within me, and yet I’m still trapped between pleasure and anticipation, unable to let go.
Desmond increases the pressure on my clit even more, sending shocks of pleasure through my entire body. His movements become more urgent as he plunges into me with reckless abandon, stoking the fire inside me until I can no longer contain it, and I finally cry out in release. My orgasm crashes over me like a wave, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from my body until there is nothing left but pure bliss.
I steal a glance through the glass, seeing the lust and desire in Lyric and Matty’s expressions as they watch our intimate display.
“Come for me, kitten.” Desmond’s command pushes me over the edge, and I can’t hold back any longer. My body convulses with pleasure as my orgasm crashes over me, each wave more intense than the last. Desmond’s expertly timed thrusts amplify the sensation, sending shivers down my spine.
I can hardly breathe as my heart races, the world around me blurring into a haze of pleasure and desire. “Now look at them, kitten,” he whispers in my ear, and I obey, gazing at the desire on their faces as my body spasms in bliss.
Desmond continues to move inside me, his pace unrelenting, and I cling to the bench, lost in the whirlwind of sensations. My orgasm leaves me trembling, and I can’t find the strength to move as he pumps into me a few more times before his release washes over him.
He pulls out, and I feel the warmth of our shared passion dripping down my thighs, leaving me soaked and spent. He unties the rope, spinning me around, and his lips claim mine in a slow, passionate kiss.
I whimper, the oversensitivity of my abused clit making each touch an electrifying jolt of pleasure.
“Such a needy kitten,” Desmond murmurs, his words sending a thrill through me. “Good thing we aren’t finished with you yet.”
Desmond’s promise hangs in the air, and I can hardly anticipate what’s to come.
Thirty-One
Desmondand I lose ourselves in a sea of desire so strong that it hangs heavily in the air, thick and intoxicating. My skin feels electrified, and my heart races with anticipation. He presses his body against mine, hard and unyielding. I can feel the heat radiating from his body, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through my veins.
He lifts me up, our faces mere inches apart. My legs instinctively wrap around him as he carries me out of this room and into the next. The cool air brushes over me as he walks swiftly, never breaking eye contact. I feel his breath on my skin, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.
Our eyes remain locked as he lowers me onto the sofa, and then he gently turns me around to face Matty and Lyric. I can feel their eyes on me as they watch with anticipation. Desmond kneels beside them and places his hands carefully on my waist before softly guiding me forward until my knees are on either side of Matty. I can feel the heat radiating from Desmond’s body behind me and Matty in front of me, the energy between us palpable.
He leans forward and whispers, “Trust me.” His breath caresses my skin, sending shivers through my body as I prepare myself for what comes next. My heart races as the intensity of the moment grows.
“You can take more, can’t you, little dove?” Lyric’s touch replaces Desmond’s, and he brushes his fingers through my messy hair, exposing my sensitive skin to his lips, each caress sending shivers down my spine. Lyric bites down on my flesh, making my body involuntarily roll forward into Matty, whose grip on my hips tightens like a vise.
Matty’s face is a portrait of lust. His pupils are dilated, and his mouth is slightly parted. He looks at me with a hunger that both thrills and terrifies me. His chest rises and falls with ragged breaths, and all I desire is to watch him unravel before me.
Feeling a newfound sense of liberation, a sense of freedom I hadn’t experienced with Desmond, I move my hips—a subtle invitation to the abyss of pleasure. Matty’s face contorts with ecstasy, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrenders to the waves of sensation.
Lyric chuckles darkly, his voice a low, seductive melody that sends shivers through my body. “You have so much more within you,” he remarks, wrapping his fingers firmly around my hair and tilting my head back. His whispered words drip like honey. “Such a little slut, aren’t you? You crave all three of us at once, don’t you, dove?”
Even though Desmond used and abused my body, it hums anew with arousal at Lyric’s wicked words. Heat pools low in my belly, and my eyes feel heavy, intoxicated by the charged atmosphere.
“Tell us,” Lyric demands. “Tell us how you ache for all of us to ravish you at once. None of us will resist, and you’ll have all three cocks buried deep inside your tight cunt, your legs spread wide for our pleasure. That’s what you yearn for, isn’t it, slut?”
