His eyelids shuddered as he saw my acceptance and without warning, he removed his hand and his long, stiff shaft penetrated my mouth all the way to the back of my throat. At first, the feel of him stretching out my mouth was all I could think about until I gagged and he pulled back, giving me only a second to breathe before he did it again.
Over and over he would go in as deep as he could and then pull out just as fast. My eyes fluttered as the feel of him taking me, using me, filled a part of my soul I didn't know needed this. I had let go, let him take over completely and in that was this free feeling I’d been missing these past weeks.
“Don't forget to fuck yourself.” His tone told me that if I did, there would be hell to pay, so I kept my fingers moving, my pleasure rolling through me as it was gaining traction.
His manly pleasure noises from above made me even wetter, flooding my panties as the sharp pain of his hand gripping my hair contrasted with the pleasure I was giving myself. Tears pickled at my eyes as he kept going further and further, inch by inch, forcing me to deep-throat him as far as he could go. Each time his cock cut off my air supply a euphoric feeling took over and my mouth relaxed more and more. “Fuck,” his controlling tone shook, “I could fuck this little mouth all day and still crave more.” His words only made me more excited as I focused on working myself up farther and farther as he used me.
Tears streamed down my face. Saliva escaped from the sides of my mouth, making a mess as the sloppy gagging noises echoing back to me like my own filthy melody, but this raw, controlling fucking was just want I wanted. To let go, be free, not think, and only feel. Feel how good it felt as his breaths turned into tortured groans. How good it felt to feel each thrust grow more and more desperate.
“Fuck. Such a good little princess.” I whimpered at his praise, feeling that flood of pleasure building from my core, threatening to spill over into oblivion. Desperation peppered the edge of his voice as he commanded, “Sink three fingers in deep.” I did as he said my eyes rolling into the back of my head and his unforgiving final tone came out, “Cum. Now.”
I didn't even realize how close I was until my pussy clenched down on my fingers, and a body numbing pleasure shook through me. A garbled cry forced its way around his cock as my panties turned into a wet, sticky mess of cum. He let go of my hair for a brief second before taking both hands, grabbing the sides of my head, and fucked my mouth like he was running out of time. Like he needed to fuck every second out of me.
His hands squeezed on either side, and I wrapped my lips around this cock and sucked down on him like his cock was the straw to my milkshake. His whole body shook. His hot cum shot down my throat and I drank it down like a starved woman, wanting all of it, every single drop. The garbled, unintelligent sound he made had me smile with a mouth full of cock, licking up and down his shaft to get every delectable inch of him before I let him go.
He stared down at me, a mix of awe and surprise filled his eyes, but he no longer looked like he was about to break. He looked whole and something inside of me clicked, like everything was in its rightful place.
His thumb brushed against my bottom lip in reverence, and I soaked it all up. “You’re ours now, you understand?” His hand gripped my chin tight, a crazed touch outlined his eyes, “No one is to touch you, no one is to have you. No one but me and my brothers. Do you understand?”
That was fine by me since I could barely handle them as it was, so I purred, “Yes, sir.”
His eyes fluttered closed, his cock already starting to get hard again when I heard a yawn from the bed. “Now that you have taken care of that, bring her back so we can take care of her. I can't have my wife having three husbands and only one orgasm. That's like having the chicken before the lizard.”
Glancing to the bed, I saw Cezar leaning against the post, hands crossed, but his eyes bright with lust, like he couldn't decide if he was pissed or turned on. Ion was also awake on the bed, on his knees, his dick already in his hands.
“Only if she wants you.”
These were the only words Nicu said in response, but they were the right ones, and they put me back in power. Rising from the floor, I approached Cezar and demanded, “Kiss me.”
His whole face changed, morphed into a man who was elated with his new job. Snaking a hand around my back, he yanked me to his chest, landing with a thud, and dove in for a kiss like he was starved. His hot tongue filled my mouth, kissing me like we were the last two people on earth, and it didn't matter what we did here or now. His hands ran up and down my body, making my skin quake where his bruising grip vacated.
Turning us mid-kiss, we crashed onto the bed, and he tore at the fabric on my body like it was offensive. I almost cried out, knowing my shoulder was going to scream in pain, but he took out his knife, running that razor-sharp cold steel along my belly, watching my eyes flare in excitement before he cut it down the center.
“Want to put on a show? I think Ion needs to see how to fuck you properly.”
Ion growled at Cezar’s words but didn't stop watching as Cezar tore off his pants and moved me to my side, getting behind me. One hand found its way underneath me, cupping my breast, while the other lifted my leg, my sex on full display.
Cezar whispered in my ear, “You know what to do. Drive him wild.”
I gulped, leaning against Cezar as I looked Ion up and down, unimpressed. “Watch how I like to be fucked, Ion.” His eyes were already glued to me, and he nodded. “And don't you dare fucking cum. I want to use you as a toy after. You’ll like that, won't you, fuckboy?”
Ion groaned, and Cezar kissed my shoulder from behind, running his nose along my skin. He opened his mouth and then turned to the side, whispering, yelling, “No, you can’t try out my dick, Cal! Fuck off!”
Whipping around, grabbing his face, looking him right in the eyes, and said, “Leave you, dirty pervert! I want Cezar to myself right now.”
Cezar’s eyes twinkled, bringing his hands to my face as he rested his forehead against mine, looking me deep in the eyes. “I’m always here with you. You have all of me, all of the time.” My heart crashed into my chest, wanting to leave me and jump into his arms. How can you not fall for this man?
Turning me back around, he lifted my leg, whispering along my back how beautiful I looked on my knees, how I looked like an angel with wings, flying so high. He took that moment to sheathe himself inside of me, already wet from his brother, and I shuddered. Biting my lip, I tried to keep my groan to myself, but my body was like a live wire and he knew just how to tap into it.
Someone's fingers trailed down my leg, and I looked over to see Nicu staring at me, well really, staring at my pussy as he lifted my leg higher. Cool air whipped past my exposed center and I hissed, feeling even more turned on than before. He then bent my leg at the knee and wrapped a tie around my leg.Where did he find that?He took it up a notch and tied it to the bedpost, keeping me in an exposed position. “This is a better view.”
Cezar glared at him but let it go as his lips worked down my back; his hand around my breast pinched the nipple between two fingers, and I gasped out as he thrusted. Nicu’s long, strong fingers rubbed at my clit, playing with me as his brother fucked me, making my thighs tremble. “That's right, princess. Get worked up. We’re going to have you dripping out cum, making a mess of these sheets.”
Biting down on Cezar’s hand, I moaned against him, loving all of the attention. “That's right, my Roma,” Cezar whispered, “bite me, kick me, do whatever you want because it doesn't matter. You’re ours and we won't let go.”
Cezar picked up the pace, thrusting into me harder and harder, making his point, which made Nicu’s fingers rub faster and faster. “Fuck, you’re fucking beautiful.” Ion’s voice pulled me out of this three-way cocoon, seeing him watching as his hand moved up and down his cock, choking it as he got to the head. There was something incredibly sexy and intimate about watching someone pleasure themselves to you being fucked.
All three of their hungry eyes on me, watching me, was overwhelming in the best of ways. A hot fever took over and my eyes screwed shut while my body felt the tingles of pleasure pulling me down, dragging me into the abyss of bliss, and I couldn't fight it anymore.
