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I shouted out, the sizzle of pain igniting my insides. He was relentless, fucking me hard and fast and not giving my body a moment to adjust to his intrusion. I fucking loved the way he refused to treat me with kid gloves, knowing how much I craved that bite of agony with my orgasms.
His breathing turned ragged, and a drop of sweat landed between my shoulder blades. I arched up, my muscles locking tight, the movement changing the angle of my hips. Flynn’s cock hit my G-spot, and it was enough to send me over again. I screamed, my cunt clenching Flynn like a vice as Tristan kept up his frantic pace.
Ecstasy washed over me in waves, my insides shattering, and with every thrust, the pieces melted and morphed back together, only to repeat the process again barely a second later.
Tristan pulled out, and I sobbed, the emptiness like a void inside me that needed to be filled.
Hands on my face distracted me as they brushed my hair away and turned me. A cock—Ezra’s—prodded my lips, and I opened to him. He sank in to the back of my throat and bent at his waist, bracing himself on the table. With one foot propped next to my side and the other planted firmly on the floor, he fucked my face at the same frantic pace that Tristan had my arse. Gagging, spit dripped down my chin, and I heaved in a breath, crying out in relief when a cock nudged at my arsehole again.
Canting my hips, I silently begged whoever it was to fuck me again, and they didn’t disappoint. At the snap of his hips, I knew it was Ry, his movements hard and fast but different to Tristan’s. I couldn’t explain how I knew it, but I did.
Flynn cried out from underneath me, and I knew that Tristan was working him, his fingers deep inside him as he rubbed his prostate until Flynn was seeing stars. His cock thickened even more, and I moaned, loving the stretch and burn of being taken in such a primal way.
My body was keyed up, my clit tingling and my stretched arse burning as I laid there taking it like their fuck toy. My moans were incoherent, and the grunts above and below me were music to my ears, like a symphony lifting me to another epic orgasm.
One of my guys gasped, and I let my mind wander, imagining the resort staff watching them take me. Fuck me.
Ezra hit the back of my throat again, and I choked, my cunt tightening as my stomach clenched.
“Fuuuuck,” Ry groaned.
“Don’t you dare come,” Tristan ordered. “We’re not done yet.”
But he was gone. Ry pulled out, his breathing ragged, the whoosh of cool air he left behind hitting me like a bucket of ice. But then he was there again, using his fingers this time. The burn was back as he stretched me. “We’re gonna try my fist in your arse soon aren’t we, baby girl?” he crooned, breathless. “Just like your pretty pussy swallowing my fist, your arse will love it too. Want to sink in to my wrist.”
Oh, fuck yes. I wanted them all to see it, to watch as Ry curled his hand inside my arse and punched his hand forward, stretching me to breaking point. I wanted their cocks inside me too, as many of them as could fit inside my cunt and my mouth. I wanted them fucking my tits and covering me in cum.
I wanted our onlookers to gasp and take out their cocks, fucking their fists until they came. I wanted them to get off on how I was being used. I wanted to be the one responsible for all our orgasms, to ride the wave of power at the knowledge that they fell apart looking at me.
I wanted my guys out of their minds with lust. I wanted them to come all over me, paint their releases deep inside me so I could carry it around.
My scream was silent as another orgasm crashed into me like a tsunami. My cunt tightened and my arse clenched like a vice around Ry’s fingers, needing to keep him and Flynn inside of me. Ezra pushed deep inside my throat, cutting off my air supply, and I saw stars, the need to gasp in a breath rendering me powerless and heightening the sensation running through my body simultaneously.
I sobbed as he pulled back to let me suck in a breath.
“We’re gonna take turns fucking you, kitten,” Tristan whispered by my ear, his voice a harsh rasp. “Hitch up your pretty arse and mount you. We’ll fuck you into the mattress until you’re filled with our cum, and then we’ll plug you up.” He hummed, and I gasped, my orgasm renewing itself.
“Fuck, she’s coming again,” Flynn cried. “I’m there too.”
He shouted out, his voice a mixture of pain and pleasure, and Tristan continued. “You’ll carry it with you like our pretty little cum slut. Then when we want to fuck you again, we’ll uncork you and bend you over. We’ll fuck you anytime we want.”
“Yes,” I cried around a mouthful of cock as my cunt tightened again, my renewed orgasm stronger than the one that had hit me a moment ago.
My vision turned dim, my body going lax against Flynn’s, and the sensation of being full disappeared. I sobbed when Ezra pulled out of my mouth, but I had nothing left. My body was a shell so overwhelmed with the sensation bombarding me that I was static.
Hardness slid inside my arse again, and I sighed, my whole body shifting as someone maneuvered my legs so I was bent in half while still being impaled by Flynn’s dick. Heat at my back and a soft kiss to my nape told me that Tris was inside my arse, his thick cock spearing me open.
Another cock prodded my arse, pressing against my hole. I moaned long and low as the tip breached my ring, my arse stretched just as tightly as it had been with Ry’s fingers in me. My cunt spasmed again, and I cried out. A cacophony of moans followed as my guys pushed in deeper, their cocks splitting my arse open. The pain was overwhelming, sharp like a knife wound.
My cunt tightened, and the tingling began. But they stayed still. I needed them to move.
Weight shifted on top of us, and my breath gushed out of me as Tristan leaned more heavily on me. Three cocks—two in my arse and one in my cunt—were more than I’d ever taken before, and yet I still needed more. But blessed relief hit me as someone snapped their hips forward, lurching into me and shoving that second cock in my arse as deep as it would go. I shattered again, my scream barely a whisper as my body exploded around me, my nerve endings firing and my vision going dark.
Gentle hands petted me, fingers brushing through my hair and another set each on my waist and down my legs. I was empty, my body achy as I blinked open my eyes. I was floating in a cocoon of warmth and softness. “There you are,” Tristan cooed. “Drink of water?”
I opened my mouth, unable to speak, and let Tristan bring the straw to my lips. I sucked down the water and snuggled against Flynn’s thigh, his warm hands massaging my scalp.
“Do you need anything, Zee?” he whispered from above. When I shook my head, he added, “Our guys are still strung out.”
