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I open my mouth to respond, to defend myself, but he’s not wrong. I am desperate. My body has a mind of its own, like the woman I was when I walked into that club just a few hours ago is a totally different person from the one I am right now. The needy, desperate woman who would do just about anything for the men worshipping her, including doing away with everything she thought she was.
Even if I could have found the words, they would have been cut off immediately as Elias plunges two thick fingers into me. He doesn’t pause to allow me to adjust, instead he curls his fingers and hits a spot inside me that has stars dancing in my vision. The sensation is overwhelming and blissful all at once, and as if he’s done it a thousand times, he brings me right to the edge within seconds.
I open my mouth to scream, but I’m quickly silenced by Wyatt’s cock. My jaw stretches impossibly around his impressive size, and no matter how hard I try, I can’t take more than a few inches.
“Holy fucking shit,” he grunts, his fists tightening in my hair.
I chance a glance up at him. Veins bulge in his neck, tension pulsing through his entire body as he fights to maintain control.
He meets my eye and smirks, the darkness in the depths only seeming to heighten the pleasure Elias is dragging out of me. “Your mouth is a fucking paradise, angel.”
“She likes that,” Elias comments. “Her sweet pussy is gushing. Do you want another finger, pretty girl?”
I nod around Wyatt’s cock as best I can because I need more. I need everything they can give me. I need to push my body to its limits and then some, because this is probably the only chance I’ll ever have. The rest of my life will be in a loveless marriage, with my husband cheating on me while I care for the children I was obligated to give him, and only having sex when he can’t find someone else to stick his dick in.
Elias chuckles and withdraws his fingers from my aching pussy. I let out a keening sound I don’t recognize, and Wyatt strokes my hair reminding me to keep bobbing up and down on his hard length.
A moment later, three thick fingers push their way into my pussy, and I let out a groan of relief. I’m overstimulated in the best kind of way. My body craves a release at their hands, something no man has given me before, but their rules echo in the back of my mind.
Don’t come without permission.
Don’t come without permission.
Don’t come without permission.
I chant the words in my mind over and over again, trying desperately to hold myself from falling over the edge of oblivion. I’ve always been afraid of disappointing the people around me, but never more than right now.
“Our girl looks so fucking pretty stuffed with my fingers, brother.”
Wyatt groans, his fist tightening as he pushes me down with a little more force than he has so far. “I bet she’ll look even better stretched around our cocks.”
The pressure in my core is getting to the point of no return. The pace Elias has picked up, the way his fingers massage the place inside me I was sure was a myth, and the filthy words make it almost impossible to hold myself back from the brink.
“Don’t come, Leighton,” Elias’s voice turns hard and dominant, but it has the opposite effect to what he was hoping, because it only brings me closer. My orgasm is careening toward me, and my body is too overstimulated for me to stop it.
My scalp protests at the rough tugs Wyatt is dealing out as he takes over thrusting into my mouth. I’m almost relieved because I can’t focus past the pleasure rolling through every fiber of my being, but right as I’m about to fall, the blissful pleasure of my orgasm just a breath away, they both stop.
Wyatt pulls my mouth off his hard length, my saliva coating his cock and his eyes wild with need, at the same time Elias pulls his fingers from my pussy and lands a hard smack over my clit, tearing a strangled scream from my throat.
“You need to learn to control your pleasure,” Elias growls as he lands another two spanks, each harder than the last.
How am I going to survive the night with these men?
CHAPTERNINETEEN
ELIAS
It’s been a long time since Wyatt and I have shared someone as inexperienced as Leighton. As a rule, we only play with members of the club who have signed ironclad NDAs and waivers about bodily harm. But there’s something endearing about how little she knows about the dynamic she’s about to find herself in.
Wyatt wipes the tears from her cheeks, his gaze flicking from her to me and back again. Her tears aren’t from the punishment I just inflicted on her. No, they’re tears of frustration, of need. But she’s not getting what she wants yet.
That’s the first lesson she needs to learn. Patience.
She’ll get everything she craves. We’ll give her every fucking thing she could ever want, but in our own time.
We’ll shape her into our perfect little whore.
“Okay, angel?” Wyatt murmurs as he slips his thumb between her pouty lips. Fuck she looks so good stuffed full of us. His cock in her mouth, my fingers in her greedy cunt, and soon my aching length. The pressure in my balls is almost unbearable, and I’m starting to wonder if I’m going to have an embarrassing trip back to when I was a teenager and could come from thought alone.
