“Fuck me hard,” she snaps as she begins bouncing on them again. “I need you to fill me with your cum.”
“That what you want, snowflake?” Saint grits out and then groans.
“Yes, I want to feel you inside me,” she pleads.
“I’m close, after I come, my brother is going to fuck this ass,” Chris promises.
“Please…” she begs.
“Get ready, baby, I’m about to fill this ass,” my twin vows.
“Fuck, I won’t last,” Saint shouts.
“Don’t you fucking come!” I snap. Saint groans in displeasure but doesn’t respond. The sofa begins screeching along the floor as Chris’s thrusts turn punishing. To her credit, she takes everything they are giving without complaint. Her cries are bouncing off the walls and filling me with a sense of pride, knowing we are the ones who are doing this to her. I love the sight of my brother and Saint both inside her, I could watch them take turns on her all fucking day and never tire of the sight. My mouth waters with the need to taste her but I can’t risk her seeing me.
Fucking my assistant is a huge breach and if she was to find out why I really hired her, she could sue my ass.
“Fuck!” Chris roars as he comes, not able to wait another second. I dart around the couch and yank him back. The bastard just laughs, but I ignore him as I line up my cock and thrust inside her, making her scream.
“You like that dick in your ass, you dirty cum slut?” I snarl as I grip her waist in a bruising hold and slam into her hard and deep, forcing her to take everything I fucking have to give.
“I can’t last,” Saint pants.
“Yes the fuck you can,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Oh shit, I’m coming!” Saint bellows. I growl in annoyance while Holly’s screams continue to fill the room.
“Robe on!” I snap at my brother. I'm too pissed off at Saint for coming to care what he has to say. I pull out of her, then grip her waist and lift her off him. She whirls around and faces me but I don’t give her a chance to question me. I lift her and then carry her across the room. She wraps her arms and legs around me.
I hit the switch for her blinds and allow the moonlight to bathe the room. We’re all wearing our masks and Chris’s tattoos will be covered by his robe. Her eyes are wide and filled with wonder. I move until we are in front of the large window that looks over the city. I place her on her feet, then spin her around so she is looking out at all the people below us and the cars.
“What are you doing?” she breathes out.
“Shut the fuck up,” I snap back, then kick her legs open. “Hands flat on the glass.” She does as I say and bends forward, giving me better access. I push forward and sheath myself inside her tight wet cunt.
“Shit,” she cries out. I press my thumb into her ass and begin finger fucking it in sync with my thrusts. “Just like that,” she barks as she starts pressing back against me. “Oh fuck, I’m gonna come!” When I feel her pussy begin to clamp down on my cock, I don’t stop, I keep fucking her harder, needing to feel her cover my dick in her cum. When her cries of pleasure rent the air, I finally pull out of her and relish the feeling of her cum soaking my front. I give myself a second to enjoy the feeling before I’m slamming back inside her cunt.
I grip her hair in my free hand and use it as leverage so I can push inside her harder. Her breath is fogging the glass but her fear of being seen is long gone now as the pleasure rolls through her. I want every motherfucker to see me fucking her so they know she belongs to us.
She’s ours!
I feel my balls tighten and know I am about to erupt and fill this pussy with my cum, but I need her orgasm… I need her to break one more time before I allow myself the pleasure of marking her as mine.
“Give it to me, snowflake,” I grit out.
“I can’t,” she whimpers. Before I can form a response, Saint comes to stand beside us, then reaches under her and circles her clit, making her scream louder. Chris comes to my other side and pinches her nipples, driving her fucking mad with need. “Oh shit.”
“Fucking take it, give me what the fuck I want,” I roar.
“Motherfucker!” she screams as she detonates. Her legs give out, the only thing keeping her up is our hold on her. I follow her over the edge of oblivion and see fucking stars as I empty everything I have inside her. Shudders roll through me as I ride the high of my release. When she jerks forward I keep her in place.
“I can’t… please,” she says barely above a whisper. She sounds utterly wrecked and I fucking preen.
“For tonight, we’re done, but never forget we’re watching you, snowflake, so the next time you want to get yourself off at work, do it behind your desk so we can see.”
CHAPTER ELEVEN
HOLLY
