Page 19 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

I gasp as Dom suddenly smacks my left ass cheek, then the right in rapid succession, switching back and forth until I’m a moaning, loud mess. At some point, I curl my tongue around Dalton’s thumb and suck it into my mouth, hollowing my cheeks as if I’m sucking his cock.

“I can’t decide what to look at more. Your pouty lips or your ass cheeks jiggling with each smack.” Dalton groans, his gaze flickering up to mine when I slip his thumb out of my mouth.

“Would you rather be watching or filling my mouth?” I practically purr, my tone seductive to my own ear, feeling desire sweeping through my body so hotly, I’m surprised the mattress hasn’t burst into flames.

Dom chuckles behind me and smacks my ass hard once more before smoothing his palm over the burning pain just as he plunges his cock inside me again with a swift snap of his hips. My loud gasp turns into a moan as the back of my thigh slaps against his, the pillows shifting under me as my hips rock forward from his thrust.

“Fill her mouth. She wants it, don’t you, Mama?” Dom grunts harshly as he slowly slides his cock out before quickly fucking into my ass with another hard thrust.

“Yes! I want your cock fucking my mouth. I want my spit to coat every inch of your big cock with strings of my saliva sliding down to your balls. I want you to make me gag, cry… make me a mess. Both of you. Please.” My breath comes in heavy pants, each exhale followed by a cry of pleasure through parted lips.

“Tillie…” Dalton growls deeply in his throat, and to my astonishment, sits back in his chair, out of my reach. “I think I’ll watch for now. I want you desperate and on your knees for my cock when I feed you every single inch.”

My vision goes hazy, picturing my knees sore and bruised as Dalton throws his head back while I suck his cock down my throat. I see the garage floor of Logan’s house, the guys surrounding me again, but this time, they don’t stop. They ruin me in the best way, using me for their pleasure. I want that. I need it as if it’s the only way I can survive.

“Oh, fuck! Please. Please,” I chant over and over, my legs shaking so hard as I push back against Dom to take him deeper. “Harder, Papi. I won’t break.”

I hear the ragged breath Dom releases right before his grip on my hips tightens and he unleashes on my body without holding back. I scream into my arm, my eyes rolling back when the headboard bangs against the wall as he pounds into me so fast and hard.

Slap.

Slap.

Slap.

Between our bodies clapping loudly together and putting a hole in the wall, I clench so hard around his cock that he groans each time he slips out. My pussy feels empty but full at the same time because Dom is so thick, and my clit pulses from rubbing furiously against the pillows. Dalton’s grunt has my eyes snapping open to see his fist moving faster and faster along his length, his face tight with tension as he starts to near his orgasm. I drag my gaze up to his eyes and find him already staring at me.

“Come,” Dalton demands harshly with a lip curl, his wrist moving rapidly over his monster cock so that his hand is practically a blur.

My body obeys, desperate to give in to his command that it takes me by surprise. Dom grunts and swears under his breath just as I start to come. His pumping hips piston so fast into me, losing control, and the first splash of cum hitting my inner walls makes me cry out loudly. Legs shaking, my whole body trembles as I squirt all over the pillows and bed covering. Each gush makes me whimper, my pussy hot, filling me with an intense bliss that I never want to stop.

“Fuuuuck!” Dalton shouts out roughly, and his cum shoots up in thick, white ropes all over his pumping fist and exposed abs.

The sight will forever be imprinted in my brain with the snarl Dom lets out as he fills my ass with his cum.

“Beautiful,” Dom mutters behind me, breathing heavily.

He skims his hand along my sweat-slicked spine and sweeps my hair over my shoulder as he leans down to kiss the middle of my back.

“I think you broke me,” I mumble out of breath, slowly loosening my grip on the iron headboard and collapsing into the mattress with a groan.

My body still trembles, parted thighs wet as Dom’s cum slides down between my weak legs in a sticky mess.

“I’ll take care of you. Shower and breakfast?” Dom slips away and sits up on the side of the bed, holding a hand out to me.

I glance at Dalton with a raised brow and he shakes his head with a smile.

“If I follow you into the shower, you won’t be able to walk for a week. I’m going to head downstairs and talk to the guys. They should be here by now, and I have to let them know you weren’t getting murdered up here with how loud you were being.” He winks and stands up before leaning over me to kiss my cheeks.

He zips his pants and pulls his shirt off to wipe away the cum on his abs before balling up the fabric to throw at Dom’s feet. He strides out the door like he owns the place, whistling happily under his breath.

“Cocky fucker,” Dom grumbles with a sigh before standing and stretching. I can’t take my eyes off of him as his broad shoulder muscles shift. Fuck, I want to scratch my nails down his back. He really does have a powerful, beautiful body. “Penny for your thoughts?” he asks huskily, and I glance up to see him staring at me over his shoulder.

“You're beautiful too.” I slowly get off the bed and approach him, sliding my arms around his waist from behind with a happy sigh.

“I see I’ve fucked you delirious, but fear not, Mama. I’ll wash you and feed you until you feel better.” He chuckles as I try to pinch his incredibly hard abs, but my fingers can’t grab anything because he doesn't have an ounce of fat on him.

“Dom.” I pause and kiss his back before stepping away as he turns towards me. “Thank you. That… It was… everything to me,” I croak out, clearing my throat as emotions grip me.

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