“What a good girl,” I reassured her, and the praise did just as much as the humiliation had earlier. Maybe she just liked my voice? I’d talk until I lost my voice if that was the case.
I rubbed harder at her clit while I fucked her with my finger. It seemed she wasn’t going hard enough for Kenyon, because he reached out, grabbed her hips, and started to thrust up andinto her. Each time she gasped, but her ass tightened around my finger.
She was close, nearly falling off that edge.
Fuck, so was everyone else. A look around the room showed it. Kenyon fucked her with hard thrusts, his muscles standing out on his abs. Shear stroked his cock, his eerie gaze locked on her, and Ingram stared, not touching himself, as if transfixed by the sight.
It was strange to see Ingramnotgetting himself off, but judging by the way his hard cock dripped pre-cum, I had to think the sight alone was working for him.
I moved from one finger to two, and when she complained, I let my voice come out darker, more true than I usually allowed. “Take them—they’re already far thinner than my cock. Ingram got your cunt first, but I’ll take your ass first, so make sure you’re ready for that next time.” I didn’t hide any of my darkness, any of the monster that I knew I was at my core. I didn’t pretend to be nice, to be dumb, to be all the things that the world accepted.
I let her see the real me. She could try to run if she wanted, but I was pretty damn sure we were well past that. I couldn’t see any way I’d ever let her go, not after this.
It must not have scared her off, since she tightened impossibly around my fingers, her head falling back as though she couldn’t draw in enough air.
Kenyon came next, pulling her down so he was as deep as possible. I’d seen him staring at families before, and I was pretty fucking sure he was picturing knocking her up.
It wasn’t possible, of course, but when did kinks care about reality?
I gave him just long enough for him to shudder, to finish, before I removed my hand from the front of her shorts and pushed her forward, against Kenyon’s chest.
His softening cock slipped from her, his cum escaping, and the sight seared into me. I didn’t wait any longer, plunging into her waiting cunt. I kept my fingers in her ass, and each time I thrust forward, it drove my fingers deeper into her as well.
She had her forehead pressed against Kenyon’s chest, but she took every thrust, her back arched like she offered me everything.
Which was a dangerous thing to offer a man like me.
I groaned, knowing I wouldn’t last long, that I wouldn’t be able to hold off, not with how tight and warm her body was. I fucked her hard, enjoying the way her wet pussy pulsed around me, still sensitive from coming already.
Not that I planned for that to be her only orgasm.
Hell no—we weren’t charity cases.
So I snapped my hips forward, chasing all the best spots for her, hanging on just long enough to get her off again.
And sure enough, she cried out, her pussy going from the waves of tightness to a vise grip, her body going rigid, even her ass seeming to cling to my fingers.
And resisting any longer was a pointless attempt, so I let myself go. I came, adding my own seed to Kenyon’s.
Sure, I didn’t have the fantasy of knocking her up, but marking her in that way, leaving myself so deep inside of her, well that sure as hell got me off. It fed some primal part of me that wanted to make her mine in every way possible.
I leaned forward, panting, unwilling to withdraw even though I’d finished. I left kisses along her sweat-soaked back until she shifted, reminding me that she probably wasn’t in the most comfortable position.
I pulled out my fingers first, teased again by the way her ass didn’t let go. When I withdrew my cock, she collapsed forward against Kenyon’s chest.
My breath sawed in and out of my lungs, but I took a moment to look around, the reality hitting me again.
We couldn’t live without this woman anymore, and something like that didn’t bode well for anything that dared threaten her.
Chapter Twenty
Yun
My body felt strange, like it didn’t belong to me at all. It was still overly sensitive, and whenever my clothing rubbed a place that the men had paid special attention to, it brought back that morning.
My cheeks burned as I remembered it, the way I had just given in.
No, it was worse than that. I’d participated, I’d gotten off on it all, I’d wanted it. I’d moved my hips over Kenyon, had started the whole thing myself.
