He lets me wrap my hand around his cock, and it’s hard as steel, the skin soft as velvet. His gaze pins me down, dark and molten.
“That’s it, pretty girl,” Ford coaxes, fingers still working my nipples. “Such a good little slut for your Kings, aren’t you?”
I choke on a gasp as Wes spreads my pussy lips with both thumbs and dives in to feast on me. His tongue is wicked and relentless, tracing circles around my clit before flattening out and dragging up, then down, sucking so hard I see stars. My back arches involuntarily, grip tightening around Raf and Ford’s cocks enough to make them both pull back with a grunt.
“Fuck, she’s close already,” Ford pants, voice a rough caress against the side of my neck. “Look at her, Raf. She’s fucking desperate.”
Raf doesn’t just look– hestares, one hand braced on the headboard, the other slowly stroking his cock as he watches Wes eat me out. “Make her come,” he rasps, biting down on his lower lip. “I want her still shaking when I bust that cherry.”
Wes groans into my pussy and speeds up the movement of his tongue, his lips suctioning over my clit. Ford rocks his hips behind me, the wet head of his cock painting stripes up my spine as Raf moves closer, angling his tip toward my lips.
“Open,” he growls.
I do, stretching my lips wide, and he slides in slow, letting me feel the weight and fullness of him. I gag a little as he pushes in, and he hisses, fingers tangling in my hair.
“Good girl,” he praises, and my blood turns molten.
It’s too much. Too many hands, too much sensation. I lose track of who’s touching me where, everything blurring together as the pressure inside me builds.
Raf pulls out of my mouth, lets go of my hair, then bends down and kisses me so hard it steals my breath. Wes keeps working my clit with ruthless precision, the coil in my belly winding tighter.
Then it snaps.
I come so hard I see stars, body locking up, then trembling apart. Wes moans, still lapping at my pussy, while Raf keeps devouring my mouth, swallowing every gasp, every cry. When the wave finally passes, I collapse, my body going limp.
Wes rocks back on his heels, wiping his mouth off with a forearm as he gazes down at me reverently. “Fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathes, eyes tracing over every inch of my exposed skin.
“Ready for some cock?” Ford murmurs in my ear.
I’m not sure I could ever be truly ready for what’s about to happen, but… it’s just sex, right? People do it all the time. And even though I used to wear my virginity like a badge of honor,as proof that I’d never follow in my mother’s footsteps and ditch my own dreams to serve the whims of men, the stupid Dollhouse auction has made losing it a necessity.
So, I nod, throwing myself to the wolves.
Ford shifts me off his lap, my heart pounding in trepidation as he settles me back against the pillows. Raf circles around and crawls onto the bed, still stroking himself as he settles between my spread legs. I watch him, eyes locking in on that massive cock of his, and I can’t help it. I stare, throat tightening in fear, wondering how the hell it’s going to fit.
Ford grins, following my gaze. “Don’t be intimidated, Ava baby. It’ll only hurt for a second.”
Wes shoots him a look, then softens it as he turns to me. “Just relax, okay?” He places a hand on my shoulder, but it’s not nearly as reassuring as he thinks it is.
Raf shifts closer, hands gripping my thighs to spread them further apart. I tense instinctively as he presses the broad head of his cock against my slit, sliding it up and down, getting it wet. Then he pauses at my entrance, and I brace myself, sucking in a breath.
He doesn’t push inside, not yet. Instead, he dips down and kisses me, hard. His tongue invades my mouth and I moan, arching into him. Then he pulls back, lifting a brow, gaze locked on mine.
I know what he wants, and I don’t hesitate. The anticipation is killing me, and even though I just came, I’m still worked up, aching for release. I need it. Fuck,I need it so bad.
“Please,” I whine, gripping onto his biceps as I buck beneath him. “Please, Raf…”
A smug smirk curls his lips. “Fucking knew it,” he murmurs, leaning in, pressing his full weight against me. “Such a desperate little whore,” he growls, mouth at my ear. “Begging to be ruined by her King.”
I feel the head of his cock push against my entrance, and I gasp at the stretch as he slowly eases in. The burn sears through my body, my legs going stiff. Raf rocks his hips, giving me just the tip, then pulls back before pushing in a little further. I whine, instinctively trying to scoot away, but one of his hands clamps down on my hip, the other collaring my throat, holding me in place as his eyes burn into mine.
His hips snap forward sharply, and then he’s inside, tearing through my resistance and filling me up. The stretch is too much, the pain all-consuming. I cry out, my fingernails clawing into his back, and Raf pauses for a second, holding still while I struggle to adjust to his size, never breaking eye contact.
“Fuck,” he grits out, face screwing up like he’s in pain. “You’re so tight. I’ve gotta move.”
I whimper as he starts to– slow at first, then building to more forceful thrusts, working himself deeper. Every stroke is punctuated by a filthy curse or a gasp, and as much as it hurts, I instinctively start rocking up to meet him.
Ford circles the bed, watching intently. “You’re so fucking hot right now,” he rasps, eyes glazed with lust. “Look at her, Wes. She’s taking him like a champ.”
