The words cut deep, stirring something dark and forbidden within me.
He slowly slides the butt plug out and begins to press his cock into my ass, stretching me even further. I squirm and try to fight him off, but it’s no use.
“Shh, kitten.”
“Priest, it hurt last time.” The words are choked behind a moan and the painful memory. He slows and I feel him reach for something. He pulls a bottle of lube from a nearby table and rubs it all over his cock and the outside of my asshole.
He brings his hand to my face, gently cupping my jaw. “It will just be the tip this time.”
I whimper as he pushes in, his huge cock stretching me. His hand on my stomach tightens, holding me still as he slowly thrusts. I gasp, my body trembling as he fills me, the sensation of being stretched and invaded overwhelming me. The room spins, and I can’t focus on anything but the intense, almost unbearable pleasure-pain that courses through me. His cock pulses, the thick vein on the underside dragging against me.
“You take my cock so good.” His fingers dig into my hips as he slowly thrusts.
I’m panting, tears stinging my eyes. “Stop. Please stop. I can’t. I can’t...”
“Christ, kitten.” His hand slides between my thighs, his fingers rubbing my clit. “Your pathetic little sounds are making it fucking hard to not bury my entire cock in your tight ass.”
I cry out, my back arching, my body shaking as he thrusts and grinds into me.
Raze leans over me, his eyes locked on mine. “Your cock is gonna ruin her ass.” He groans as the girl sucks him off.
“Shut the fuck up and enjoy the view,” Priest grunts.
Raze fists the girl’s hair and pushes her down further on his cock. “Fucking cock tease,” he mutters, his eyes locked on mine, his hips bucking as he uses her mouth.
Priest’s pace quickens, his fingers digging into my thigh as he pulls me against his chest, his cock thrusting deeper, faster, harder.
“Priest, that’s more than the tip!” My body is on fire as my pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled.
“I can’t fucking help myself. Not when it comes to you, Arlo.” His fingers find my clit again, and I cry out, his cock stretching me wide. “And you don’t really want me to stop, do you?”
“Do you really fuck me…every night?” The question burns my cheeks, my head falling back against his shoulder. His teeth sink into my neck, his tongue soothing the marks.
“Yes.”
“Priest, I’m not on birth control.” The words tumble out in a panic. His hand curls tighter on my hip before he slams back into me—harder.
“Yes, you are. I’ve been giving it to you in your meds.”
“What?” My voice breaks.
He doesn’t stop moving.
“In your pain pills.” He rubs tight circles over my clit like he’s trying to distract me. My whole body goes still under him. Every part of me clenches.
“You drugged me?”
“I protected you.”
My stomach flips, and I don’t know if it’s from the violation or the fact that a twisted part of me finds comfort in the idea that even in his fucked-up way…he thought of me.
My throat burns. “That’s not your choice.”
“It is when you’re mine.”
My body trembles, heart racing in all the wrong ways. His hand never stops moving between my legs, dragging more pleasure out of my confused, angry, aching body. It’s not fair. It’s not fair how easily he controls every inch of me—how much I want him, even when I hate him.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” Raze grunts as his body shakes. He pushes the girl back, and his cock sprays cum onto my stomach and chest, his eyes never leaving mine.
