Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21796 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 109(@200wpm)___ 87(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
“Look at her,” The Skull’s reedy voice chimed in. “She’s so fucking wet for it already. Her pretty little cunt is dripping for us.”
The erotic, verbal lash was a blow to every sense, driving me higher. It coiled tight in my belly, a knot of humiliation and raw need. The Black Mask was still behind me, and when his fingers found my soaked slit, I bucked against his hand as he slid them inside of me.
A strangled sound caught in my throat. Any protest died, transformed into a muffled moan as he shoved two thick fingers inside me.
“Fuck, she’s tight,” he grunted, his voice thick with a lust that felt less like desire and more like ownership. “Even after getting fucked by all three of us just last night, her little cunt is strangling my fingers.” The Black Mask worked his fingers in and out, a rough, punishing rhythm that moved against my most sensitive places.
The stretch was immense, almost painful, and my traitorous body clenched around him, pulling him deeper.
“Hear that?,” The Skull said sensuously. “Her fucking pussy is sucking his fingers in. Born to be used, this one.” And then he kissed me, his tongue forcing its way past my lips in a brutal, wet claim.
I could taste the coffee on his breath, the raw, musky scent of his skin filling my lungs. All of their scents invaded my consciousness until all I felt, smelled, and heard was them. When he pulled back, a string of saliva connected us. “Going to ruin all your sweet holes,” he whispered, then dragged his tongue over my bottom lip.
I didn’t have time to breathe, not when clothes were coming off and the heat was rising in the cabin.
In one brutal, fluid motion, one of them hooked his arms under my knees, lifting me easily until I felt the world turn. And then I was back on the bed while my legs were pushed up toward my shoulders. The position was obscene, utterly exposing me so my back was arched into an unbearable curve that made every nerve ending scream. The pressure was intense, uncomfortable, as I was held in position for them.
And then it was The Black Mask who was between my thighs. I felt the blunt, insistent head of his cock press against my pussy hole. He was huge, his cock a threatening promise of being split open. “Please,” I gasped, panting, unable to think clearly. Everything felt like broken pieces all around me.
“Please what, you filthy, beautiful whore?” The Skull murmured and stepped closer. “Beg for the hard fucking you clearly need.”
I opened my mouth, but the words from The Skull had been nothing but a taunt because, before I could say anything, The Black Mask drove into me with a single, devastating thrust that stole the air from my lungs. A sharp, exquisite pain gave way to a feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity, stretched to my absolute limit. I cried out a raw, ragged sound that was pure sensation.
“That’s it,” The Stag growled, his voice vibrating through my body. “Really open up for him.”
The Black Mask moved, short, deep pumps that jolted my entire frame against the mattress. “Take it. Your perfect cunt was made for our cocks.”
The Skull was on my right, and The Stag moved to my left. Both started jerking off while I was being fucked, clear strings of pre-cum dripping from the slits at the crowns of their cocks. The Black Mask’s pace quickened, and each thrust felt like a testament to how submissive I truly was where they were concerned.
The slapping sound of his skin meeting my sloppy, wet pussy and of everyone grunting and groaning filled the small room. It was a lewd chorus to my choked moans.
The Black Mask had his palms on the back of my inner thighs, holding my legs to my chest and keeping me spread open. The uncomfortable bend of my body amplified every movement, concentrating the force of his fucking directly on to a spot deep inside me that burned like a terrifying building fire.
“You see how she takes it?” The Skull murmured, his hand stroking himself faster as he watched, angling his cock right over my face so his slick seed dripped onto my mouth. The Stag did the same but aimed his dick over my breasts, his pre-cum a hot mess over my mounds.
“She’s a fucking natural. Look at that beautiful, ruined desperation on her face,” The Black Mask grunted, his teeth bared as sweat beaded at his temples.
Their corruption was overwhelming physical pleasure, whipping my mind into a frenzy. I was nothing but a collection of raw nerves… a vessel for their use. The Stag’s hand sliding over his cock became frantic. I was fucked harder, and more seed spilled from The Stag and The Skull, covering my face and chest.