Page 114 of Where Angels Fall

Someone on my right follows their lead, prying my grip off Griff’s cock and wrapping it around theirs.

Through my tears, I see more erections, men with their own cocks in their hands working themselves while watching me. I feel myself soaking my sleep shorts, my pussy clenching on nothing as need overtakes me. I swallow Griff with everything I have until he rips me off, a string of saliva still connecting us.

Warm hands circle my face, pulling me slightly to the right and dragging my face over another cock. This one belongs to a man I don’t quite recognise, and that thought has my stomach twisting with excitement. I don’t know him, yet his cock is in my mouth. But the patch on his vest tells me enough. I am one of them.

He throws his head back, his thick neck inked in a swirl of colours, as he fucks my face, and I swallow him with everything I have. When he draws back, I suck, hollowing my cheeks out as his salty flavour touches my tongue.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, shoving himself back in until I gag, saliva dripping out of the corners of my lips, trailing down my neck. “Good little thing you are.”

The sounds of hands on wet flesh surround me, a symphony of dirty, depraved things. My hands are moved between cocks, and my wrists ache in the best way as they grip hard lengths and slide over skin. Griff jerks himself to my side, the muscles and veins in his arms popping as curls of his hair fall into his face.

Fingers comb through my hair and grip strands of it as my head gets twisted and turned, popping off one cock only for another to shove into my mouth. My tongue coats with the salty pre-cum of the different men who plunge into my mouth. I swallow it down, relishing the taste.

Goosebumps rise on my skin as the strap of my singlet is pushed down one shoulder, quickly followed by the other. The tight singlet is pulled down to my waist before two hands grab my tits from behind. I moan loudly around the cock in my mouth. My nipples instantly harden as they play with them, pinching them, twisting them, gripping at them. The pain has me shivering against their touch, instinctively arching away, grateful that they follow.

Different hands touch me all over, going lower and lower until one finally delves under my sleep shorts. They are rough and calloused, reminding me of what these men do with their hands. Proof of violence and hard work.

My glassy eyes flick over to Ash, who still leans a few meters away on the bar, watching with heat in his eyes. I've always wondered why he lets his men play with what's his, but now I know. It's the ultimate control. Even though he's not touching me, he still has all of me. He has me more than the men who have their hands on me.

What he says goes.

When he catches me looking at him, he smirks, wrapping his pillowy lips around the butt of a cigarette and inhaling deeply. He blows it out, wafts of lazy smoke disappearing into the air as fingers roughly pinch my clit. I jolt from the feeling, and another cock is shoved far down my throat. Saliva drips out of me as I gag, my throat working around the cock in my mouth.

“The girl is fucking soaked,” an unfamiliar voice rasps behind me. Fingers pump in and out of me, and my skin feels like it's on fire. “Such a naughty little thing.”

I feel another hand snake down the front of my sleep shorts and another set of fingers work their way into me.

Two hands, working me in unison, stretching my pussy wide. The man whose cock is inside my mouth fucks my face faster and faster. His balls slap against my chin, his muscles rippling with the movement. He's groaning and grunting, cursing above me, and it makes me clench on the men’s’ fingers inside of me. I hear another man drop to his knees on my side, a warm mouth latches over my nipple, and I arch into it, chasing the feeling. When his teeth nip at the hard peak, I scream, the sound muffled by the long erection working its way past my tongue.

Warm fingers dip down the back of my shorts until I feel the pressure of a fingertip against my back hole. Nervously, I clench against it, not sure if I'm ready for the intrusion, but it works its way inside, anyway. The familiar burn making my muscles tense around the finger.

“Loosen this tight little hole, baby. I want in,” a man demands from behind me, and I breathe through my nose, trying to do what he says. “Thatta girl,” he coos in my ear, his fingers sliding all the way in before pulling back out.

He works his finger in and out of me. The burn quickly turning into pleasure, and before I know it, my hips are swivelling back and forth, searching for all the fingers that are trying to get inside of me. When a second finger is added to my asshole, I'm bucking wildly against them all. Coils of pleasure spark up my spine and the need to come over takes any other thought; I'm pulled roughly from one cock and thrusted on to another.

My hands working cocks left to right. I feel men all over me, hands on my face, in my hair, around my neck, fingers gripping my nipples, my clit, inside of my pussy, fingers in my back hole, hands gripping my ass cheeks, fingers dancing down my spine and being tugged in all different directions. Men working themselves as they grope my body. And it feels fucking divine. I dance on their fingers, swallowing cocks as best as I can, trying to keep up... but I can't keep up.

Men surround me, and my vision dances in colourful spots. I need to come. I need to come. I need to come.

As fingers squeeze my clit painfully, I detonate, whimpering as my muscles lock up; the orgasm feels like it goes on forever. My body spasming over and over, the fingers never slowing. As I fall apart, I hear groans above me; hot ropes of cum spread over me. First onto my tits, another guy jerking just to my left, his seed spraying over the side of my face. I'm groaning around the fat tip of one of their cocks as my tongue coats in salty essence. I feel warm cum, land on my back, on my ass, in my hair, on my lips, on my body.

It's so fucking dirty... so disgusting, but I come again on the fingers of the men that are not mine, while mine watches with a drink and a cigarette and a devilish smile. I come and come and come. My body is falling apart.

I could be screaming, but I can't be certain. All I can hear is the sound of my heart beating in my ears. They all finish all over me and make me finish on them.

And when my eyes finally find him, I see the man who is in control. The man who unravelled me without even laying a finger on me. I smirk, wanting to make him feel a fraction of what I’m feeling, and his eyes sparkle in response.

A dare.

I hear zippers and watch men tuck themselves back into their pants, but it all fades into the background. On trembling legs, I crawl to him. My man

He watches every movement, eyes sliding down my body to my swaying hips. I stop when his boots come into my vision and sit on my heels.

Taking another drag of his cigarette, he doesn’t move. Just watches. Just waits.

My hand itches to grip the erection I see tenting his pants, so I do, fingers wrapping around his thick length.

All he gives me is a fluttering of the muscle in his jaw. That’s fine, I’ve got more in me.