After grinding my jaw and crushing her mouth with mine a few more times, I let go of the back of her neck, letting her hair fall. Then, I palm her left breast, thumb rubbing the stiff, rosy tip.
I make the thinnest slit between our lips. She gazes up at me with tear-stricken eyes. “Vinny,” she whispers.
That is so fucking real.
I break the chains. And fuck her like a beast, tearing that tight, inflamed pussy in half. My balls are hard and heavy, drawing up, ready to explode.
Briella doesn’t need saving. But I want to be the one to care for her, provide for her, and chase all her nightmares away.
Her moans drown me as I roll my hips. She yields, her body melting. I hold her gaze, the hypnotizing hazel, while I fuck her to oblivion. I go mad with her, feeling her inner muscles tighten, seeing her eyes roll to the back of her head.
“Vinny!” she cries and moans, her head tipping back between her shoulders as she orgasms, convulsing all around my length, strangling me like a vice.
Goddamn. I bury my mouth in her neck, opening, teeth sinking. My heart hammers in my ears as my release tears right through me. I hilt my dick in her, pinning her against me, choking on my grunts. I fill her with so much cum, and I’ve never come so hard in all my years. Not with any woman. Not even with Jude.
Jude.
I smirk at the sight of him behind her, lathering his beautiful dark shaft with oil, dripping off his piercings. And right then and there, he spreads her cheeks and sinks inside her ass. She gasps.
“Jude!” she screams.
My cock jerks and instantly hardens at the feel of him grinding against me. And the delicious sensation of her squeezing around us.
Then, we fuck her together.
We rock and thrust and fuck her through two more orgasms until we find our own.
At the end, when she’s panting against my shoulder, I kiss the tears on her cheek. “That’s my Girly.”
“Vinny…” She looks up and smiles softly, radiantly, before adding, “Call me Bri.”
Fuck.
“Only you,” she finishes.
It’s too late. I throb to life and pound her again.
And I growl “Bri” the whole damn time.
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Jude
“HOW MUCH IS THIS GOING TO HURT?”
Irelease her from the chains. But not for the reason she thinks.
I need her utterly immobile.
“Wh-what are you doing?” she asks, shuddering.
“If you recall, I saved one final day for free rein over your lovely tits.”
I hinted at using it over the holiday. I fully intended to give myself a too-tempting Christmas gift.
Despite how Vincent and I just took her, I get harder when remembering the day I treated us all to her luscious breasts. Briella had to walk around all day with her gorgeous tits out while letting us do whatever we wanted to them, provided it wasn’t harmful.
Of course, Rory had to use the little nipple vices on her. And he’s the tit slapper and flogger of us. Seth simply enjoyed licking her tits until she climaxed without any touch to her pussy. Even Vincent didn’t deny himself a fondling or two.
