“You want her?” Zav asks in a gritty tone that sends a shiver down my spine.
Trent looks down at me with a glazed look in his eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “Yes.” His reply has the air whooshing out of my lungs. He pulls out of Zav’s hold and steps forward. “Face down,” he grits out. I obey without complaint and rest my cheek against the comforter. He parts my cheeks and spits on my hole. I fight not to tense when he begins to swirl a finger around my hole. “Help me out, baby.” I see Zav out of the corner of my eye lean forward and spit. I gasp but say nothing as Trent eases a finger inside my ass.
“Owning you is going to be the best punishment,” Zavier growls. His words don’t register, nothing does as Trent steals my total focus as he finger fucks my ass, making me hot and needy. The sounds coming out of my mouth are porn worthy but I feel no shame. Victor strokes his fingers through my hair, drawing a satisfied moan from me that quickly turns into a hiss of pain when he yanks on the strands.
“Make her scream,” he snarls. My eyes widen and I try to lift my head, but Victor uses his grip on my hair to hold me in place. My breathing turns choppy as I feel the head of Trent’s cock pushing against my hole. I’m suddenly burning up and feeling overwhelmed by the sensation of him pushing inside me. I bite down on my lip to keep from crying out when a sharp stab of pain lances through me as he breaches my tight muscle wall.
A swift slap lands on my ass cheek, making me cry out. “I want to hear every fucking sound,” Zavier growls. I whimper in pain when Trent pushes in further. Tears burn the backs of my eyes but I refuse to allow them to fall. I wanted this and I’ll fucking show them I can handle anything they throw at me.
A scream rips out of me when he thrusts forward, burying himself balls deep inside my ass. Tears flow unchecked without consent. I feel like I’m being torn open from the inside, the painis unexplainable. It’s brutal and robs me of rational thought. I try to push away from him but he grips my waist, holding me still as Victor’s grip on my hair tightens.
I’m ready to start begging for them to stop and tell them that I can’t handle this until I feel a tongue swipe through my folds, making me moan. When I push up onto my elbows to look under me, I see Zavier’s face. The back of his head rests on the mattress. I moan when I see him grip Trent’s balls in his hand, making the both of us groan. The more he laps at my clit distracting me from the pain, the more I begin to relax.
Trent slowly pulls back, leaving the tip inside me. When he pushes forward, this time the pain isn’t as evident thanks to Zav’s sinful tongue keeping me distracted. I feel Vic shift in front of me. He opens his legs so they rest on either side of my arms and shuffles down the bed until his semi-hard cock is right in my face.
“Put that mouth to good use,” Victor barks. I obey without complaint as Zav continues to eat me like I’m his favorite treat. Trent is steady in his pace, forcing me to feel every inch of him with each stroke. I’ve never been a girl that was into anal, but something about feeling every bit of him inside that tight, forbidden hole and the burning sensation taking up root in my belly is starting to change my mind. It all feels like too much but not enough at the same time.
I can taste the remnants of cum on his cock and purr my approval at the taste. He fists my hair in his hand and guides my movements, being at the mercy of the three of them is fucking phenomenal. The pain has vanished and is replaced by pleasure; I grind down against Zav’s tongue, moaning when he growls his satisfaction against my clit.
Trent’s thrusts grow harder, making me grunt with the force. Victor’s groan mingles with his son’s, making me wish I could have the sound of Zav’s cries join theirs. I want to hear thesymphony the three of them could create together when they are fucking me.
“Yes, kitten, suck me hard,” Victor grits out. I do as he says and hollow my cheeks, taking him into the back of my throat. When he pushes me down further making me gag and choke. I relish the sounds coming from him as he watches me choke on his thick cock. I bob up and down on him as I continue to ride Zav’s face, chasing my own release. I feel it building and want the feeling of my impending orgasm to last forever—living on the edge of release is the greatest turn on for me.
“Fuck, sparrow, this ass is perfect,” Trent growls, then lands two swift slaps to my ass, making me jump and cry out around his father’s dick.
Forgive me Cupid, your three Valentines are destroying me for any other man, and I refuse to ask for forgiveness because I am willing to be ruined and destroyed by them.
CHAPTER SIX
ZAVIER
My grip on T’s balls turns hard, making him hiss as he thrusts into her. She grinds down onto my tongue, showing me exactly where she wants my focus. I know this dirty bitch likes to have her orgasm drawn out, she wants me to give into her demand and draw this out for as long as I can. I stroke myself with my free hand, picturing my hand as her pussy and remembering how fucking good it felt to be buried inside that tight little cunt.
Dad’s grunts bounce off the walls, followed by the sound of her gagging. Knowing that she is choking on my father’s dick sends a surge of satisfaction through me. If she thinks we’re being rough with her now, she’s in for a rude awakening when we fill all of her holes at the same time.
“Hmmmm,” she cries out as I suck her clit into my mouth and squeeze my shaft tighter, relishing the feeling of my balls tightening as my climax rears inside me, ready to burst free and coat her floor with my release.
“Fucking take it,” Trent snarls as he slams into her ruthlessly. Taylor screams, but the sound is quickly changed to gags as she detonates, her orgasm tearing through her with the grace of a wild fire. Her entire body vibrates with her release. The sound of Dad’s own climax fills the room not a minute later. I increase thetempo of my strokes, then Trent and I come in unison, as if fate had planned it herself. I roar with the force of a beast and allow the current of pleasure to shimmer through me, taking me over the cliff of euphoria.
My release coats my stomach and hand. I release my lips from her clit, prepared to move out from under them but the second I slide backward, Trent pulls out of her, making her whimper, then shoves his cock into my open mouth. I choke on it. He stares down at me with a satisfied glint in his eyes. I hold the motherfucker’s gaze as I lick and suck him clean, relishing the taste of him as I do.
He reaches down and grips the strands of my hair, yanking my head and pulling himself free. “Next time, I’m fucking you while you fuck her so she knows you’re mine.” With that, he releases me and stalks out of the room without a backward glance. I sit on the floor for a second, watching his naked ass walk away from me until he disappears inside his room.
I release a frustrated growl, push to my feet and chase after him. With him and I there has always been a power play, but never once has he ever had the upper hand like that. I refuse to submit and crumble to his fucking demands. Trent is tough and fearless but in the bedroom, he’s always relinquished control and allowed me to take the lead, but it seems my little puppet has found the alpha male inside himself.
His back is to me as I stalk into his room and slam the door closed. He whirls around and frowns. “Why do you look like you’re ready to smash some skulls in?”
“You think you get to call the shots?” My tone is even but the threat is there. Trent’s eyes narrow as I slowly stalk toward him, only stopping when there is a sliver of space between our bodies. I snap my arm out and grip his throat. He moans and tilts his head back to give me better access. I lean in and ghost my lipsover his, loving the way his eyes darken. “You want to call the shots when she’s around?” I whisper.
He grips my waist and pulls me flush against him, the feeling of his heated flesh against mine is everything. He fits me so perfectly, like he was made for me. My life holds meaning because he’s in it. Taylor brought me to life years ago and forced me to wake up. She showed me I could take what I wanted from someone I cared about and feel no guilt for it.
“When it’s just the two of us, I’ll always submit to you, baby.” His admission soothes the beast inside me. “When she’s around, I thirst for control. I want to see you bend to my will and control what happens between you and her.” A shiver works its way down my spine at the promise in his voice.
A part of me is eager to try this out and see how far he will push me, but the other half that craves control, screams not to give in. I choose to listen to the former and decide to throw caution to the fucking wind.
“Now that’s something I want to experience,” I breathe out, then place a kiss on his lips. Before he can lean in further, I pull back and release him. He looks pissed off which just makes me smile. “Get changed, we have a bitch to question.”
“Are you gonna forgive her or just keep fucking her?”
