“Easy, Raf,” Wes growls as he closes in, phone in hand. “Make it good for her.”
Pain splinters through my body as my stepbrother surges between my thighs, the brutal sting easing with each harsh punch of his hips and slowly giving way to a sick pleasure curling deep in my core.
“Look at her, she fuckinglovesit,” Ford murmurs, stroking his hard length as he circles me like a vulture, greedy eyes transfixed on where mine and Raf’s bodies join. “Don’t you, Ava baby?”
I can only moan in response, my back arching, legs trembling.
Raf continues rutting into me savagely as Ford prowls up beside my head, tapping his palm against my cheek in command. “Open up, pretty girl.”
His huge dick bobs above my face, the piercing at the base of the head glinting in the light. I relax my jaw as he drives it between my lips, choking me with the force of his deep thrust into my throat.
“Smile for the camera, Ava,” Wes coaxes, stepping closer to shove his phone in my face.
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as I stare vacantly into the lens.
This is what it has come to.
For months, my stepbrother and his friends have made my life a nightmare, and now I’m willingly allowing them to defile me with their filthy words, rough hands, and hard cocks.
As I succumb to the overwhelming rush of sensation, my mind slips into a dreamlike state, and all I can think is…
How the hell did we get here?
“Fuck, she’s good at that,” Ford moans, rocking his hips as he fucks my throat. “Choke on it, baby.”
I do, my vision darkening at the edges as Raf picks up his pace, hips snapping harder. The sound of it is obscene, wet and filthy. Ford fucks my mouth mercilessly, each thrust coordinated with Raf’s, like they’re taking turns filling me up.
Wes strokes himself as he moves around the bed, still filming. “She’s gonna come again, I can tell.”
“Make her,” Raf grunts as he fucks me even harder, losing all pretense of control. He grabs my hips, pulling me onto his cock, slamming into me with savage force until it feels like he’s splitting me open. Wes ditches his phone and reaches in to finger my clit, pain rapidly twisting to pleasure. Pressure builds inside me again, fast and overwhelming.
I lose track of where my body ends and theirs begin. Ford pulls out just long enough to let me draw a breath, saliva dribbling down my chin. He slaps his cock against my cheek, then rams it back in, my lips stretching around him, jaw aching. Wes climbs onto the bed, kneeling over my chest and feeding his dick into my other hand, reaching back in to keep rubbing my clit.
They’re all talking over each other, voices blurring together.
“Take it, Ava. You love this, don’t you?”
“Can’t get enough. Our filthy fucking Doll.”
“Look at you, taking three cocks like you were born for it.”
I can’t talk, can’t think, can barely even breathe. The only thing that exists is sensation, the tight ache of being stretched and filled and ruined.
Raf shoves in deep and I scream, the sound muffled by Ford’s cock in my mouth. The pain is distant now, buried under waves of pleasure that roll through me, cresting and breaking, vision darkening.
My climax rips through me, sudden and more intense than anything I’ve ever felt before. Ford pulls out of my mouth as I scream, my body clenching around Raf’s cock while I shatter into a thousand pieces. I black out for a second, then come back to Raf groaning, pulling out, and spilling hot, sticky cum all over my stomach.
He rolls off me, and Ford is quick to take his place, grabbing me by the thighs and spreading me wide.
“Shit, she’s bleeding,” Ford remarks with a twisted smile, then leans down and licks the blood off my inner thigh. His hazel eyes lock on mine as he rises back up, lips tinged red. “You’re so fucking hot like this, Ava baby. I can hardly fucking take it.”
He hikes one of my thighs up over his hip, then drives inside me in a single brutal thrust, filling me to the brim. It hurts, my muscles seizing, a scream tearing from my throat.
“Fuuuuuck,” he groans, head dropping back as he starts pounding into me shamelessly. His pace is savage, the burn starting all over again, my body already wrung out and hypersensitive. My mouth opens on a ragged gasp, and then Wes is there, pushing his cock past my lips, fucking my face until I can barely breathe.
“Atta girl,” Ford grunts, rutting into me. “Take it all, Ava. You’re ours now. Our little fuck toy to do whatever we want with.”
I suck Wes while Ford rides my body, Raf watching it all go down from the other side of the bed. Ford pulls out and finishes on my breasts, splattering them with cum, and I only have a moment of reprieve before Wes moves in, lining his cock up at my opening. He’s gentler, slower, easing in like he’s afraid to hurt me. It still burns, but it’s a good burn, and I lift my hips, wanting more, half delirious with pleasure.
