Still, the small part of me begging for preservation screams at me to pull back.As they come toward me, their eyes darkened, their hair a mess from when I pulled at them at the height of my climaxes.
Half of their suits discarded, leaving them in their white shirts and black pants, their mouths still glistening from my cum, and carrying the rope-like curtain tiebacks in their hands, they look like sex gods.Dangerous ones.
I scoot away from them on the bed.
My body already squeals with all the ways they're going to make me beg.For the first time, I feel like the virgin I am against these three—three—virile men.
I yelp when they grab an ankle each and drag me down the bed.
I'm too busy quaking on the inside to fight them off, knowing I'm going to die the next time they touch me for real.How could I not, when I know what it feels like now—insanely mind-altering—and my poor, inexperienced brain won't handle it.
But my pussy opens as Layton and Garrison spread my legs and use the lengthy tiebacks to bind my ankles to the posts of the bed.
I cry out when Jasper gathers my wrists, binds them together, and stretches my arms over my head to secure the rope to the intricate headboard.
I'm spread wide, stretched so fully my back is arched.
My nipples are so hard they're doubled in size and nearly crimson.My pussy just flutters repeatedly.
"Fuck," Jasper says as he runs his hand down my body.
"Gorgeous," Garrison says, dragging his thumb over my lip.
"Made for us," Layton says, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze fixed on my thoroughly exposed pussy.
I gulp in fear and confusion at the sight of the string of pearls dangling from his fingers.
What...
A full-body quiver engulfs me as Layton brushes the string of pearls against my wet pussy.
I cry out.The coldness is shocking at first, but soon the heat from the center between my legs warms up the pearls.Then he takes my clit into his mouth and slips a pearl into my pussy.
I lose my mind and all degrees of thinking thereafter.I'm an enthralled, trembling, incoherent mess.
They take turns on me.Sucking me while they pop another pearl into my pussy.The feeling is sensational but raw, primal, and so filthy all at the same time.
My pussy stretches around the little globes, and when they pull at the string, I shudder and quake, orgasming as a pearl leaves my body.The slightly uneven texture of the pearls offers its own sweet torture against the flesh of my pussy.
They do so repeatedly.Stretching me slowly, making me come with such staggering tenderness, tears seep down the sides of my face into my hair.
I can't help it.The two worlds collide in the center of my being—my pussy, the very place that makes me a woman.When I come apart, I do so in their mouths, their hands on my body, anchoring me as their presence becomes entwined with the pearls and my identity.
I'm sobbing now.
"Please, I need you inside me."The words are a plea.I'm shaking and distressed, and I need them.
“I’m on the pill,” I add frantically.I am.Just as a what if precaution.“And I trust you to tell me if I can trust you.”
"Fuck," Layton says.He unbuckles his belt and unzips his pants as Garrison and Jasper untie me.
“We’re clean,” Garrison offers and I nod gratefully.
My back curves deeply as Jasper pulls the pearls from me, and then, suddenly, Layton towers over me, his cock slipping into me.
I cling to him as if he's my lifeline, forcing him to go deeper where I can feel him become a complete part of my body.
"Open your eyes, Alessia," he says.A frown crosses his face as he cups my cheek.Then he softens his gaze as he deepens his cock inside me.
