“That’s better,” he whispers.
His fingers spread my pussy open. He dips his hips, dragging the crown of his cock over my dripping slit.
“Getting there.”
He presses the tip of his dick against my entrance, and then pulls back to smear my arousal over my clit.
The touch is so light, but still electrifying. I lift my hips, trying to increase the pressure, but he just chuckles at me and nips my breast.
I press my nipple into his mouth, and he teases it with his teeth, his hot, erratic breaths puffing against my skin as he slides his cock along my slit.
“Fuck, please,” I moan. “Just…”
“Say it, and I’ll consider it.”
“Just fuck me.”
“Hard?”
“Yes!”
“Not slow?”
I groan. “Yes, slow.”
“So slow and hard?
“Cass, fuck…please.”
I’m about to start sobbing.
He lets go of my wrists. Sits back on his heels. Strokes his dick and studies me. Then he turns his head a little and says, “What do you think, boys? Hard and fast, or soft and slow?”
I jerk under him, my eyes darting to the dark pools of shadow in the living room.
Zach and Apollo step forward. They’re still dressed in their pajamas—a pair of boxers for Zach, and a vest and jocks for Apollo.
They’re both hard. The lust in their eyes is unmistakable.
Color blazes over my cheeks. Cass slaps my pussy again. “Eyes up here, Trin.”
My eyes fly back to him. “Cass—”
“Let them watch,” he says, putting his head to the side. “Maybe if you give them a good show, they’ll still want you when I’m done.”
When he forces the first inch of cock inside me, everything else ceases to exist. My back arches, a soft sigh escaping my lips. He teases me, keeping just an inch of his dick inside me as he strums my clit.
I’m so fucking close to coming I almost unravel the second he finally thrusts into me.
I let out a breathless moan, scraping my nails down his arm.
He folds down, catching my lips with his. His kiss is deep and soulful as he slowly starts fucking me with every inch of his cock.
Slow.
Hard.
His kiss intoxicates me to the point where the room starts spinning. I stab my nails into his back, then his ass, trying to get him to grind harder against me.
He groans, his lips trembling against mine. “Jesus, princess, you’re holding onto me so fucking tight.”
He’s heavy, but deliciously so. And when he starts moving again, it’s slow and steady.
“Are you going to come for me?” he whispers.
“Yes.”
“Then come, princess. I want to feel you coming all over my cock.”
He kisses me again, and slides a hand between us. He massages my clit with his thumb, slowing down until he’s barely moving.
Then he rams into me, filling me with every inch of his dick.
Again.
Again.
But he doesn’t surrender my mouth. Doesn’t stop teasing my clit.
When I come, it’s with a shudder and an explosion of bliss deep inside my core.
He pounds into me, and then his cum fills me. He thrusts again, grunting against my lips, like he wants to get even deeper.
Everything down there tingles furiously when he pulls out. He keeps stroking my clit, each caress sending new tendrils of pleasure through my body.
He gives me a last kiss, soft and gentle, as he climbs off me. I lose myself in his mouth, my legs falling open. His cum leaks out of me, and I don’t even care if Zach and Apollo see.
He’s still kissing me when the couch sinks down between my legs. I try and look, but he grabs my chin and forces me to keep kissing him. And he never stops massaging my clit.
A cock presses against my entrance.
I groan, shift. I want to know who it is, but he won’t let me.
But at soon as that first thrust slams into me, I know.
I gasp as Zach fucks me, so hard I can’t kiss Cass back anymore. But he doesn’t seem to care. He just rains kisses on my lips and chin until I push him away.
It’s not fair.
He had me all to himself.
When I face Zach, he stops fucking me. But his cock is still buried in me to the hilt. My eyes flutter, but I force them wide. I grab his shoulder, urge him down.
He moves stiffly, like he’s resisting me.
But he’s going to have everything, whether he wants it or not.
I slide my fingers in his hair and rock my hips against him, urging him to fuck me again. “Don’t stop,” I whisper. “You can fuck me as hard as you want.”
There’s a moment’s hesitation, and then he ducks forward and kisses me. His cock draws out, but it slams back a second later.
Pain, pleasure—they mix and swirl around inside me in a dizzying fog.
We can barely keep our lips together, but it doesn’t matter. Just the heat of his breath and the caress of his mouth against mine is enough.
That way, he can breathe in every gasp and catch every moan I make as he punishes me.
“Are you going to come for me too?” he asks, breathless, fervent.
“I don’t know,” I tell him. This is fucking torture of the best kind, but whether I can come when he’s fucking me so hard is anyone’s guess.
“Make it happen, little girl,” he growls. He straightens, grabs my wrist, and slaps my hand between my legs. “And hurry, because I’m not waiting for you.”
He grabs my hips, adding even more force to his powerful thrusts.
“Christ, Zach, you’re going to break her,” Apollo says.
Zach grabs my hand again, and forces me to touch myself. “You never done this before or something?”
Tears leak from my eyes, but I don’t know if it’s shame or terror or pain or pleasure.
I don’t even care.
Cass strokes my hair. “Come on, baby girl.”
I touch myself, start massaging my clit.
“Harder,” Cass whispers.
Zach’s fingers dimple into my hips. I massage a little harder, my mouth falling open as that tiny nub starts sending urgent pleasure signals soaring through my body.
“That’s it,” Zach says. “Now faster, sweetheart.”
I speed up. My head pushes back into the couch. I start moaning and rocking as I lose control over my body.
“Look at me,” Zach snaps.
I force my eyes open, but they’re blurry as fuck. He starts slowing, but each thrust is now more violent than the last. The impact of our hipbones meeting goes through my body like an aftershock.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’d better come with me.” He grinds into me, filling every inch of me with his cock.
I let out a breathless yell, my back arching off the couch as I climax.
“God,” he groans. “You’re so fucking tight.”
One last thrust has my mind coming loose. Zach fills me with his load, and it dribbles down my slit as he pulls out. When he slams back I let out a sob.
He sits back, stroking a last bit of cum from his cock as he watches me shivering under him.
Then he reaches out blindly and grabs hold of Apollo. “You’re up.”
I lift my legs, squeezing my thighs together. Apollo hesitates, eyes going wide. He opens his mouth as if to ask if I’m okay, and I let my legs fall open again.