Maria
I no longer recognized myself.
I wasn’t entirely certain I wanted to.
Telling the three predators to fuck me was the most out of control I’d been for years, maybe my entire life. I’d craved their touch, ignoring the signs of danger the entire day. I’d thought of nothing else, weaving a powerful moment that we would share into another story. At least it was one I hadn’t dared to write down. I’d shoved the mystery piece into my suitcase, embarrassed by what I’d written, but not enough that I hadn’t read it in its entirely twice.
I’d been impressed with myself.
As I shifted in my seat, a feeling of discomfort sent a thrill through me.
The spanking had been just the appetizer, an act that had almost pushed me into a raging climax. To think that three men had that much control over me was crazy, but even so, it also allowed the feeling of freedom to continue.
“Pull off your dress,” Christian demanded.
An immediate and very intense heat bloomed in my core from the darkness woven in the simple command. I quickly glanced at the front of the SUV. There was no partition like those installed in limos, the rearview mirror positioned for the driver to be able to see what was happening. Should it bother me? Yes, but I’d never felt so eager in my life. I tugged the silk over my head, tossing it aside.
The intensity of his gaze pulled at every deep emotion, igniting a fire that would burn brightly for some time to come. My core throbbed to the point that I squeezed my thighs against his, gasping for air. He wrapped his hand around the back of my throat, pulled my head down until he was able to capture my mouth.
As he’d done in the elevator, he became ravenous, his mouth devouring mine. The sense of silence was deafening, the hard thudding of my heart now echoing in my ears. We were already insatiable, but there was a different vibration as the two men looked on, waiting their turn. I knew predators had little patience.
Christian dug his fingers into my skin, the hold completely possessive. As he sucked on my tongue, I was stripped of the lingering inhibitions, the need to have one then the other inside of me as intoxicating as their combined musky scents.
He broke the moment of intimacy, yanking me to my knees and spreading me wide open with his hands. I was forced to wrap my arms around his head as he buried his face in my pussy. I threw my head back, his actions managing to steal the air from my lungs. The ache deepened, my pussy clenching and releasing. As a string of vivid lights flashed across my eyes, I couldn’t stop panting.
The way he was devouring me was frantic, every sound he made guttural. Within seconds, I was crashing, the wave of pleasure a crescendo of want and need that had kept my vibrator busy. This was so much better.
“Oh…” I struggled to keep my eyes open, the rapture ebbing and flowing like a tidal wave. I’d never experienced such a powerful orgasm, but I wanted more. Panting, I struggled to reach his belt buckle, determined I wouldn’t stop even if he commanded me to do so.
Three masters.
Three men who wanted what only I could give them.
The thought was gloriously enrapturing. I fought with the zipper, finally freeing his cock. I wasted no time, pumping the base like a crazed animal in search of her first meal in a month. His labored breathing was a clear indication that my desire to touch and explore wouldn’t be allowed for long.
He glanced into my eyes, and I heard Clinton growling from behind.
“Hurry up, brother,” he said. “Or I’ll steal her from you.”
I tossed my head over one shoulder, licking my lips at the sight of Clinton’s hand wrapped around his thick shaft. He was huge, long, and thick. I shuddered from the sight, concentrating on the piercing he had.
A jolt of electricity soared through me, a single image flashing into my mind. I’d never been with a man who’d had a piercing. Yet…
“You can try,” Christian answered, cutting through the third moment of dejavu. He rolled his hands down my sides, giving me a commanding look. “Slide my cock inside you.”
When I played with him, rubbing the tip up and down my wet pussy, he cracked his hand on my ass. The sound forced a whimper from my lips, and I immediately sensed we were being watched by the way the SUV drifted across the road. I did as he demanded and as soon as the tip was inside, he pulled me down with such power that I issued a sharp yelp, the brutal impact forcing me to quiver.
My muscles stretched to accommodate him, the slice of pain given how tight I was quickly becoming a dancing array of dazzling sensations. I half laughed as I struggled to breathe, wrapping my fingers around his hair. The image remained, boring into the back of my mind.
What the hell was wrong with me?
I hadn’t realized I’d looked away until Christian grasped my jaw with his fingers, tugging my head until I looked into his eyes.
“Ride me.”