I lean over the end of the table, reaching up and running my thumb over her teeth where she bites on the black leather. She’s got cum on her face and in her hair from the floor. She breathes heavily through her nose. I grab the almost see-through material she calls a dress and rip it down the center, exposing her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra. I’m honestly surprised she was even wearing underwear.
Running my hands up her ribs, I grab her large breasts in my hands and squeeze, making her rock her body back and forth, rattling the table.
Her eyes go from mine to my three friends, and I watch them grow even heavier. I also notice her nipples harden, and she arches her neck.Interesting.
“Who wants a taste?” I ask.
I’ve never let them have a piece of her before. If I’m being honest with myself, I hate the fact that she fucks other men. But I can’t let her know that about me. And this is about my control over her right now, not the other way around.
She’s my fucking toy to use and pass around.
Finn leans down into her face, blowing out a puff of smoke from his joint. She rocks her head back and forth while unintelligible words come from her gagged mouth. Laughing, he answers, “I’d love a piece.”
I lift her knees, placing her black hooker heels on the table, and push her upward so she’s more in the center. “Spread your legs, princess,” I order her, and they fall open. “Such a greedy slut.” I slap her inner thigh, making a loud popping noise.
She arches her back and tries to relieve the pressure off her restrained arms pinned underneath her, but Alex places his hands around her neck, holding her in place at the other end of the table.
I rip her underwear off and shove a finger into her. Pulling it out, I hold it up in front of Finn’s face. He parts his lips, and I push my finger into his mouth. When he closes his lips around it, his eyes grow heavy, and he moans from deep in his throat.
I pull it out and smile, making up my mind. “Remove the belt from her mouth.”
Alex lets go of her neck and undoes the belt, yanking it from her mouth. Placing my hand under her neck, I lift her to sit up and bring her face to mine. She looks like she’s been through a thunderstorm—tears, drool, and cum cover her face and hair. She looks fucking gorgeous.
“You missed some,” I say as I run my finger along her wet cheek, cleaning off some of the cum and smearing it over her plump lips.
She licks them and then opens her mouth, waiting for me.
“Do you want to come?” I ask her, knowing she’d do anything for me to get off right now. I left her on the edge for a reason.
Nodding once, she begs, “Please,” and starts to cry. “Colt, I need it. God please ...”
“Shh,” I say, planting a soft kiss on her forehead and then bringing my eyes to hers again. “You belong to me tonight, understood?”
“But—”
“Let me make this very clear, princess.” I grip her hair and yank her head back while I trail kisses along her jawline. “You are to please them. Only I please you. Understand?” They know how much I hate her, and they also know I’d kill them if they ever touched her behind my back. What can I say? I’m a complicated man.
I claimed her the moment I met her. And everyone in this town knows that. Another reason the men she goes after don’t stay around for very long.
“And then I can come?” she asks, swallowing nervously.
I can’t help but smile and drop my mouth to her exposed neck. “Depends.”
“On what?” she whispers.
I pull back and meet her pretty, hopeful eyes. “If you’re a good girl or not.”
Licking her lips, she nods once. “Always.”
“We’ll see.” Yanking on her hair, I pull her down onto the table and over to the edge on her side. I center her over the left corner with her back facing where I stand. That way, her ass and pussy hang off the edge of the table, and her head almost hangs off the other side. Easy access for all of them.
Finn already put his joint away and has his dick out. By the way he’s looking at her mouth, I guess he’s made up his mind where he’s going.
Alex enters the formal dining room, and I didn’t even realize he had left, but it’s obvious by the canola oil in his hand, he’s going to go for her ass.
Jenks is removing his shirt up and over his head and undoes his jeans before shoving them to his ankles, getting comfortable.
Leaning over her side, I grip the back of her knees and shove them up to her chest, locking them in place with my arm.
