I glance at the girl going to town on him and the others.
They aren't fucking him. I am,I tell myself with renewed determination.
"How-how much time?" Brax asks.
I glance behind him. "Four and a half minutes."
He nods and clenches his jaw, staring at me.
Everything gets turned up a notch. The man eats my ass like it's his last meal. The other one licks and sucks my pussy to the point I can barely breathe. And the man in front of me puts the vibrator on full power.
I count seconds, not taking my eyes off Brax. My arousal drips down my legs, and the scent flares around us.
When the clock strikes four, the gavels get slammed against the table. The vibrator gets removed. Two men step back, along with the women. There's a grinding noise as the swing gets lowered a few feet, then another sound rips through the room.
The man behind me pushes the swing forward.
The tension on the rope gets reduced. Brax's arms lower, and he immediately reaches for me. He grabs my waist, pulls my head toward his mouth, then sinks his cock deep into me.
A feral groan escapes him. "Jesus Christ, Minx," he murmurs near my ear.
I clutch my arms around him, rocking back and forth over him, so pent up I can't last very long.
He moves my face to his as I break. His tongue slides into my mouth, muffling my cries, and my body collapses into a violent spasm.
He grunts, thrusting into me with a powerful force, and holding me against him with kisses consuming all my breath.
The adrenaline doesn't stop. It overflows into every nerve I have, creating a chaos I've never experienced before.
"Mine, Minx," he cries out in a guttural tone again, then tugs at the anal beads.
Another sensation attacks me.
His cock hardens further, then he groans. He stretches me further, battling my orgasm with his own. He tightens his hold around me, murmuring with his gaze locked on me, "Mine."
8
Brax
Valentina trembles against me, our breaths still tangled, her pulse beating wild under my palms. Every small aftershock that ripples through her travels straight into me, turning my muscles to liquid and concrete at the same time.
Spasms fade further, but I don't let her go, keeping her pressed against my chest like my body alone is enough to shield her from whatever the hell this place decides to do next.
She lifts her damp lashes and pins her hazed gaze on me.
I've never come that hard in my life.
Not in a bed.
Not in a bar bathroom.
Not in the backseat of a car or in a locker room or anywhere else.
Our sweat and her perfume dance between us. It's just as intoxicating as the look she gives me.
I kiss her again, addictedto the way her tongue sweeps mine. She kisses me back, and it'sjust her and me.
Then a deep gong explodes through the chamber.
