Wylan groans at the sight of what Dagen is doing to me and strokes his cock. “Open up for me, crumpet. I want you to feel as full as possible.”
I do as he says, opening my lips for him as he kneels beside Felix’s head and offers his cock to me. I take him in, swirling my tongue around his tip before dipping my head down. My moan makes him moan, and then we’re a chorus of sound as everyone starts to work together.
“That’s our girl,” Dagen says, watching as Felix slowly pumps up into me and Wylan fills my throat. “You take us so good. Let’s see how you do filled completely.”
He removes his fingers and then his hard cock is pressing against my back entrance, easing inside slowly. I cry out around Wylan’s cock, my nails digging into Felix’s chest hard enough to make him bleed. He grunts and jerks up into me harder than he’d been, his teeth gritting to show his restraint.
I don’t want them holding back.
I move my hips, sinking down onto Felix’s cock while Dagen still eases inside. Everyone moans and Felix’s arms tighten around me, holding me still.
“We’re trying not to hurt you,” Felix grunts.
“You’re not,” I moan. “You’re going too slow.”
Wylan laughs. “You hear that, Dagen? She thinks we’re moving too slow.”
Dagen chuckles. “I hear it.”
He presses inside me the last bit and bottoms out, making me pant against Felix. Everyone holds still for ten seconds, but it feels like forever.
I move my hips again, and it’s like the dam breaks loose.
Dagen’s hand clenches tight on my ass and then comes down hard, smacking it, no doubt leaving behind a red hand print. “You’re just begging for us to fuck you, aren’t you little bird?”
“Yes,” I breathe, moving again. “Please.”
Wylan groans and shoves back inside, filling my throat. At the same moment, Felix and Dagen both begin to move. One strokes in, the other pulls out. Repeat. My eyes roll back in my head as the pleasure takes over and I know nothing else but the pleasurable stretch of them filling me completely.
“That’s it, crumpet,” Wylan groans. “You’re so beautiful like this. So perfect.” His hand tightens in my hair. “I’m not going to last at the sight of?—”
He cuts off, his cock jerking in my throat as he presses me against his pelvis and holds me there. His release spurts in my throat and I have no choice but to swallow. I do. I take every drop, greedy for it as he moans and speaks in gibberish. Dagen and Felix seem to feed on his energy, on the thought of his release, and they pick up their pace, both of them fucking me so thoroughly, I want to scream.
Wylan pulls out only to kiss me savagely, his tongue stroking inside my mouth, cutting off any words I could have said, swallowing my moans and cries of pleasure. His hand circles my throat, holding me prone as Felix and Dagen fuck me.
“Oh, fuck,” Dagen groans. “I’m going to come.”
“Do it,” Felix orders. “We go together.”
A hand reaches between us and strokes my clit, shoving me over the edge so brutally, I scream into Wylan’s mouth as both men start to release inside me, their rhythm growing erratic. I’m shaking, and I’m not sure I could hold myself up if the three of them weren’t already doing it for me.
Wylan pulls back and grins at me, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You didn’t say our names, love.”
Dagen chuckles and runs his hand along my spine. “I guess that means we have to go again, so we can decide the clear winner.”
My forehead and body are slick with sweat, my legs shaking, my body quivering, but I chuckle and look up at Wylan and the others. “Well, I suppose we have to have a winner.”
So, we go again, and again, and again.
Forty-One
Ava
Two days later and we still haven’t seen or heard from Ric. Felix is doing his best to try and find him, but he seems to have gone completely off grid with the help of someone. My anxiety about it is starting to get to me, and I half expect a major attack soon. The issue is, Ric isn’t the sort to blow up in a public way. Whatever he does will be secretive, which puts me more on guard.
Tonight is one of the rare nights where it’s just Elsie and me eating dinner at home. Dagen had some business to attend to with Wylan, and Felix claimed he needed to check in with one of his contacts. Which meant that Elsie and I got a quiet night at home, both of us humming over the plate of spaghetti we’d cooked together.
“What do you think?” I ask Elsie. “Would Gordon Ramsey like it?”
