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“You’re such a good girl for us,” Charlie mutters against my skin, moving behind me and nipping at my shoulder. “Taking everything we give.”
Ben grips my hips to hold me still, and he thrusts into me, sending me spiralling closer to another climax. Alistair steps closer, his hand finding its way to my throat, squeezing gently but firmly. The added pressure is a shock, but I see the deep desire in his eyes.
“You’re going to be a good little girl and take Charlie now as well in that sweet, tight pussy, okay, angel.”
Nodding, I try to move away, but Ben’s hands grip me tighter; Alistair’s hand at my throat, unwavering.
Charlie pushes me forward slightly as Alistair lets me go. He grasps my waist as he settles behind me.
“Wait!” I cry out in panic, thinking he is about to steal my anal virginity, but with gentle pressure, he begins to push inside my pussy, which is still stuffed with Ben’s cock. I gasp at the stretch, the fullness of being taken by both of them. It’s almost too much.
Ben’s hands grip my hips tighter, guiding me in a rhythm that matches the slow invasion from Charlie. The pleasure builds with an enthusiasm that’s unrelenting and fierce.
“Fuck!” I scream as Charlie settles his full length inside me.
Damien shifts in the corner, his dark presence never wavering. He’s silent, but his arousal is clear. He is naked, and his cock is hard in his hand, adding a layer of kink that makes my insides twist with an illicit thrill.
I’m lost in sensation, torn between Ben’s cock driving into me from below and Charlie’s careful stretching from behind. Each stroke takes me higher, and I know I won’t last long between them.
“Fuck,” I moan out loud. “I’m coming?—“
“Don’t hold back,” Ben growls, his voice laced with desire.
Charlie reaches around to pinch my clit between his fingers, and that’s all it takes. With a choked scream, cut off by Alistair’s kiss, my second orgasm crashes over me in an even greater wave than the first. It’s a tsunami, obliterating every coherent thought, leaving behind nothing but the sensation of being utterly filled and possessed by them.
Charlie’s breath is hot against my ear, his thrusts now matching Ben’s in a rhythm that’s unsparing and heavenly. Alistair devours my cries of pleasure as his hands roam over my body with ownership.
The room is filled with the sounds of flesh against flesh, panting, and the low, guttural sounds of masculine pleasure from the men who are making me theirs in every conceivable way. It’s carnal and raw, and I am at the centre of it all, the catalyst for their desire.
I’m falling apart under their touch, my body moving without thought. Everything is a sensation; warmth fills me everywhere. I can’t distinguish where one man ends, and another begins—it’s all just pleasure and heat and need.
“Damien!” I cry out suddenly, needing him close, needing him with me.
“I’m here, little dove.” His voice is rough, hoarse as he moves a little bit closer, but not near enough for me.
Ben bucks into me harder, his grip on my hips bruising now. “Yes, princess,” he hisses as he feels my inner muscles tighten around him. Charlie grunts behind me, the strain in his voice as he tries to hold back. I want to please them; I need to please them.
Alistair has moved from kissing me to watching the scene unfold with dark eyes that see everything. He strokes my face gently, a quiet contrast to the rough handling of my body by the others. “You’re perfect,” he says, voice heavy with lust. “A fucking angel with her cunt filled with two cocks.”
“Ah!” The cry rips from my throat.
Charlie’s strokes become erratic as he finds his release, his cum shooting out into my stuffed pussy, coating Ben’s cock as well as his own. It’s a thought that sends me over the edge again.
Ben gives one final thrust, and I feel the rush of his release inside me; the heat of it spreads through my veins like wildfire.
Alistair watches us intently, his hand stroking himself slowly in rhythm with our panting breaths. His eyes never leave mine, burning with an intensity that promises this isn’t the end.
“We are nowhere near done with you,” he declares softly with a predatory smile, stepping closer again now that Charlie has slipped out of me.
The possessive words send shivers down my spine despite the sweat-drenched tiredness of my sex-wearied body. His self-indulgent display only adds to the depravity of what’s unfolding in this room.
The air is thick with the scent of sex and sin, and I’m still reeling from the overload of stimulation. But the way they look at me—their hungry gazes and smug smiles—tells me they havemuch more planned. I’m their plaything, their perfect little toy to be used until they’ve had their fill.
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DAMIEN
My chest is tight with nerves as I watch her from the shadows.
