Yep. Me crying definitely turns him on. I can feel it in the way the vein under his shaft throbs against my tongue.
“Fuck. Fuck.Fuck!I’m not going to last long like this.” Cameron’s fingers dig into my ass as he starts grinding at a steadier pace from behind now that he’s stretched me to fit him.
They say if you pinch yourself, you won’t feel other pain because the sharp sensation distracts your brain, momentarily masking any other discomfort. Between Brennan’s cock hitting the back of my throat, Colten filling my pussy, and Cameron taking my ass, there are so many emotions and things happening to my body that it numbs the agony. They are dragging me down to the depths, drowning me in euphoria.
Heavy breaths and skin slapping skin overtake the room, their skilled movements fluttering the pulse in my clit, encouraging my oncoming orgasm. My glazed eyes roll to the back of my head.
“None of us are.” Brennan’s voice hints that he’s grinning. “Look at how perfectly she’s taking all of us.”
“Are you going to show us how grateful you are, Little Ghost,” Colten exhales sharply, “and come while we’re all buried inside you?”
The slight curve in Colten’s dick hits that spot that has my toes digging into the couch. Darkness clouds my vision. I moan in response, letting it consume me. My cheeks are hollow for Brennan as my pussy and ass clench around both Cameron’s and Colten’s cocks.
“Yes, just like that baby,” Colten soothes, his face appearing through my blurry, watery eyes.
Those words haul me into a space where time doesn’t exist. Nothing else exists but us. I come around them, my eyes fluttering closed as the surge crashes into me so hard my limbs shake and quiver with the climax.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” Cameron bellows, pulling out as hot ribbons fall across my back.
“Shit, me too,” Brennan says the second salty streams coat the back of my throat.
Colten doesn’t stop. He goes harder. Mercilessly pounding my pussy while I struggle to swallow Brennan’s cum as he pulls out of my mouth. I don’t know what colossal storm is raging in Colten’s head, but his fingers wrap around my throat like a vise.
He covers my mouth with his, his tongue immediately demanding entrance. I cry out at the overwhelming emotions consuming me, our teeth clashing and lips fueling the flames.
Holy hell.
I shriek against his lips as Colten draws a second orgasm from me, but only for him. His dick jolts, pulsing his cum inside of me as he finds his release with me. My chest cracks open, letting this man sink deeper into my soul.
The realization dawns on me that he doesn’t have a condom on. Neither did Cameron. But I can’t bring myself to care as I feel his hot release dripping down the inside of my thighs as he draws out both of our orgasms.
His lips brush gently against mine, and he slows his pace, riding out both of our orgasms. He lifts his face from mine, gaping at me with heated eyes. The look almost makes me forget that Cameron and Brennan, completely satiated, are staring at us. But it’s not long before the intensity gleaming in Colten’s eyes alters into confusion, then something else entirely that seizes my breath.
We all exist in complete silence, and I can see the war raging behind Colten’s green irises. He looks like he’s about to break, and my heart thrashes.
He lifts me off him, shaking his head at himself.
He’s spiraling, and all I want to do is save him—to wrap my arms around him and tell him I’m sorry for dragging him into this mess when it bends his morals.
Hauling himself off the couch, he irritably reaches for his pants and shirt on the floor and does what he always does.
He leaves the room without another word to any of us.
Brennan and Cameron peer at me, their scrutinizing gazes feeling like ants crawling up my limbs.
“Colten, wait,” I holler.
Grabbing the blanket off the couch, I wrap it around my naked body, chasing after him. But he’s already gone. I hustle through the foyer, down the hallway, and out the back door, which he didn’t even bother to shut. I sprint across the yard,extremely aware of their cum leaking down my thighs, but I’m too focused on the brooding man marching up his porch steps.
“Colten, please stop,” I yell. “Just talk to me!”
It’s as if his body hits a wall. His shirt is clenched in his fist, but his pants are on. The muscles in his back are rigid, his shoulders so broad and strained that I could slam my fist against him and break bones.
My heart sinks like a boulder tossed into the deepest trench in the sea when he keeps walking and slams the door behind him.
I stand there with the blanket wrapped tightly around me. It’s fine. If he doesn’t want to face me now, I know there’s one thing I can do that he won’t be able to ignore.
Because Colten Lindenvale hates it when I run.
