Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Oh, God,” I sobbed, my voice muffled by the bench. “It’s too much. I can’t…”
“You can and you will,” Lucas growled, his grip tightening on my hips. “Take it like a good girl.”
He pressed forward inexorably, stretching me wider than I thought possible. The burn intensified, a sharp ache that radiated outward from my core. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle my cries as Lucas slowly buried himself inside me.
I felt mastered, dominated, punished in a way I had never imagined—and above all never imagined I might find so… if not pleasurable, truly, then right. Necessary. My keeper’s enormous erection had a painful but just lesson to teach me—one I had earned, had shown with my misbehavior that I desperately needed.
And yet, even as discomfort bordering on pain flooded my senses, I felt an undeniable thrill of arousal. My pussy clenched and fluttered, desperate for stimulation. The fullness in my bottom was overwhelming, making me acutely aware of every nerve ending in that sensitive area.
Lucas paused when he was fully seated inside me, perhaps giving me a moment to adjust—more likely simply enjoying the feeling of having his cock buried in the backside he had claimed for himself. I could feel him throbbing within me, the heat of his rigid shaft searing my insides. My breath came in short, ragged gasps as I struggled to process the intense sensations.
“So tight,” Lucas groaned, his voice thick with pleasure. “Your ass feels even sweeter than your cunt, ma petite salope.”
Lucas began to move, slowly withdrawing before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a tsunami of sensation through my body. The burn had faded to a dull ache, giving way to an indescribable fullness that left me gasping.
I had bowed my head as my keeper began to impale me, but now I threw it back at the sheer intensity of the sensation, and I caught sight again of the huge, naked men in front of me, each of them with his rigid penis in his hand.
I felt like Lucas should fuck me harder, should whip me again for the way those cocks affected me. They made me faint with desire even as I felt utterly objectified. My eyes rose to look at Tomas, at Colin, only to see how their gazes were fixed further back, at the obscene joining of Lucas’ hardness with my most private opening.
As Lucas picked up his pace, I became acutely aware of the throbbing need between my legs. My clit pulsed with every thrust, begging for attention. I longed to slip a hand between my thighs, to circle that sensitive bud and chase the pleasure I knew was just out of reach. But my wrists were bound to the legs of the bench.
Lucas’ grip on my hips tightened as he pounded into me harder. The lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh filled the room, mingling with my muffled cries and Lucas’ grunts of pleasure. I could feel my breasts bouncing with each powerful thrust, my sensitive nipples rubbing against the plastic of the bench.
My body was on fire, every nerve ending singing with a mixture of pain and pleasure. I could feel my inner walls clenching rhythmically, desperate for stimulation.
The ache in my clit was becoming unbearable. I squirmed beneath Lucas, desperate for friction against my throbbing clit. The movement caused him to sink even deeper inside me, drawing a strangled moan from my lips.
Lucas’ thrusts became more erratic, his breathing ragged. I could feel him swelling inside me, stretching me even further. The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pain and pleasure that left me gasping.
“I’m close,” Lucas growled, his voice thick with lust. “But I think our little slut deserves a proper reward for taking her punishment so well, don’t you agree, gentlemen?”
A chorus of agreement filled the air, making me shiver with anticipation and shame. I heard the sounds of flesh on flesh intensify as the team stroked themselves faster.
“That’s it,” Lucas panted, his hips snapping against my tender bottom. “Cover her. Mark her as the team’s little whore.”
I felt the first splash of warm seed on my back, followed quickly by another on my shoulder. Soon, my skin was being painted with the team’s release. I could feel it dripping down my sides, pooling in the small of my back. The musky scent of sex filled the air, making my head spin.
Someone moved closer, and I felt the hot splash of semen on my cheek. I gasped, my eyes flying open just in time to see Tomas finish stroking himself, the last few drops of his seed landing on my parted lips.
“Fuck,” Lucas groaned, his thrusts becoming wild and uncontrolled. “I’m going to fill this tight little ass.”
With a final, powerful thrust, Lucas buried himself in my punished bottom, his lap pressed against my little cheeks. I felt his hot seed pulse into me and a wave of exhaustion overtook me; I seemed to travel far away as I heard him deliver his final message to the team.