I relaxed as much as I was able to, letting him slide deeper until he hit the back of my throat. He didn’t stop there though. He just held me still and pushed in deeper. The senseof brutal dominance made my pussy clench around Nox’s cock.
Then Eamon moved. He knelt beside me, his hands exploring my body with a methodical precision that was just as maddeningly arousing as the others’ brutality. He pinched my nipples, rolling them between his fingers, sending bolts of pleasure straight to my core. One of his hands slid down my belly, his fingers finding my clit, the sensitive bundle of nerves already swollen and begging for attention.
“You’re so fucking responsive, sweet girl,” he murmured, his fingers circling my clit with a light pressure that had me squirming even as Nox’s cock sank inside me over and over again. “You love this, don’t you? Being used like the perfect little fuck toy you are.”
A choked sob escaped my throat.
I did love it.
I loved it more than I’d ever admit out loud.
“You’re a greedy little thing, aren’t you?” Bishop snarled, his hips beginning to move, his cock sliding in and out of my mouth, fucking my throat in a relentless rhythm. “One cock isn’t enough for you. You need all of us. At the same time.”
I moaned around Bishop’s cock in my mouth, the vibration making him curse under his breath.
Nox’s thrusts became harder, faster, his grip on my hips tightening.
“That’s it, mate,” he growled. “Take me. Take all of me in your sweet pussy. Show me how much you need this.”
He drove into me with a ferocity that was almost feral. Hewas hitting a spot deep inside me that made my every nerve ignite, a spot that made me see fireworks with every thrust.
“Please,” I begged, my voice a ragged, muffled plea around Bishop’s cock. “Please…”
“What do you want, little mate?” Nox demanded. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want to come,” I gasped as much as I was able. “Please, let me come.”
“Oh, you’ll come,” Bishop promised, his hips bucking, his cock sliding deeper into my throat. “When we say you can. Not a moment before.”
Eamon’s fingers on my clit became more insistent, sending my head spinning. “You’re so close, aren’t you, sweet girl?” he mused, his voice a soothing rumble that was at odds with the maddening pleasure he was inflicting. “You want to come so badly, don’t you? You need it like you need air to breathe, don’t you?”
His words were a form of torture and praise and command all at once, and it made me ache with a desperation that was both humiliating and electrifying.
The pressure inside me built to an almost unbearable level. I was a violin string stretched nearly to the breaking point, and they were the musicians, playing me with masterful, cruel skill.
“Please,” I begged, the words still muffled around Bishop’s cock. “Please, I’ll do anything. Just let me come.”
“Anything?” Nox snarled, and I felt his dick twitch inside me. He liked that. He liked my desperation, my submission. He pulled back, until only the head of his cock remained insideme. “Show us how much you need it. Fuck yourself on my cock. Take what you want. Prove you deserve it.”
A fresh wave of heat and shame washed over me. He was making me debase myself for my own pleasure. And he knew I would. He knew I was too far gone to refuse.
I did as he commanded.
I rocked back and forth, taking him deep, grinding my ass against him, my movements growing more frantic, more desperate with every passing second. I was a creature of pure, unadulterated need, and I was too lost to care.
“Good girl,” Bishop praised, his grip in my hair loosening just enough to allow me to move more freely. “Take what you need. Show us what a greedy little slut you are for our cocks.”
That word. Slut. It should have felt like an insult. Instead, it sent a sizzling jolt of desire straight to my core. I moaned around him, my movements becoming increasingly desperate.
Eamon gave my clit a cruel pinch, and I cried out, the sound swallowed by Bishop’s cock. “She’s so close.”
Bishop’s fist tightened in my hair, forcing my attention back to him. “Don’t stop,” he ordered, his voice rough.
I could barely breathe.
Eamon’s fingers on my clit became merciless. No more teasing, no more calculated cruelty, just relentless, focused pressure that made my entire body shake. “There she is,” he murmured, watching my face fall apart. “Let him in, sweet girl. Your body already knows what to do.”
He was right. My body had gone treacherous and willing, opening around Nox’s rapidly expanding knot despite everything, and when I was fully locked to him the sound that came out of me was not dignified in the slightest.
