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“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Heat floods me, as Hawk pushes in one last time with grunts and morefucks. Then he grows still.
The same can’t be said for Callum, who moves faster in my mouth, the tip of his cock hitting my palate. I retch each time.
“Tilt your head back, lovely, and breathe in when I push in. Don’t fight it.”
Easy for him to say; he’s not the one getting a bloody aubergine crammed in his mouth.
I’m concentrating so much on trying to stay alive, obeying his instruction, which only results in his cock being shoved deeper down my throat, that I don’t feel Hawk move away, or Sebastian taking his place, at least until the other guy’s ramming his cock between my sensitive legs.
It’s different. Larger. Bolder. He repositions my legs, spreading them wide, his fingers pushing my pussy open, as he barrels into me. I suck in air—at least, I try, but only end up sucking in more cock, until Callum’s seated inside me to the base.
Neither of these men is gentle as they split roast me, causing pants and moans and muffled curses that can’t escape past Callum’s cock. I let them fuck me because I have no other choice. If I tried my best to move, to fight, to push them off, I couldn’t, so what’s the point? Besides, they bought this. They bought me. And there’s no denying that part of me is enjoying it. Why else would I move my hips to meet each abrupt thrust? Fuck. I love this. I love it all. The helplessness. The sheer depravity, the fact that I’m nothing but a mindless cock socket for the time being. That I couldn’t be any more if I tried.
I come all over Sebastian’s cock, walls squeezing him, and my release tears his from his groin.
He’s only just painted my cunt with his cum when Callum withdraws from my throat. I cough, struggling for air.
He doesn’t wait for my wheezing to stop before lifting my legs up in the air, over my head, and shoving his cock where both of his friends just were. Wet, repulsive noises accompany each of his moves as he sinks into the dripping hole, his taut cock reaching deeper than I would have thought possible, hitting a completely different angle than either of those who tore inside me.
Two cocks are presented to my hands, hard again, and I reach for them with…eagerness? No, that can’t be it.
Obedience.
Callum fucks like he does everything else: with utter control. The moment my body starts to tighten, bracing for a release, he slows. He teases.
I’m moaning and whimpering and panting, desperate.
It’s only when I say, “Please,” that he takes pity on me, resuming a maddening, steady rhythm that slowly increases, deepens, and then races to the oncoming precipice.
I scream. I beg some more. I jerk both of his friends. This time, I think I pass out, coming so hard all notion of space around me disappears.
My pussy’s dripping with the cum of three different men, and I’m on a cloud.
Being a doll doesn’t seem like such a bad thing.
“Come on, darling,” Callum’s voice purrs as he scoops me up.
I’m glad he doesn’t expect me to be able to move. I couldn’t if I tried.
“Let’s get you to a bed.”
If I thought he meant to sleep, I was sorely mistaken.
CHAPTER 8
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In the two months it took me to make the call, my life has changed drastically.
No longer being a virgin is only the tip of the iceberg. I’ve moved to the dorms, as planned—except I’m not attending Crompton College. I attend the Royal University. I called the acceptance office, and apologized for my late registration, explaining that I’d been trying to sort out the financial side of things before confirming I would be one of their new freshmen mid-September.
“Understandable, and you’re not late at all. The deadline is Sunday,” the kindly old lady informs me with a smile. “Did you end up sorting the finances, honey? There are grants and aid packages we could talk about—as well as an installment system. I can make you an appointment with the department…”
“I’m fine actually,” I replied, finding myself flushing as I signed away more money than I’ve spent in my entire life without blinking.
The college is a dream, as is the fact that I no longer have to count pennies for every little thing. It’s hard to get out of the habit of checking which banana is the most financially sound. And I don’t truly try to stop myself; I’ll always notice the price of things. It’s just that now, I sometimes decide I’m going to eat organic anyway.
