Page 160 of Wreck Me

To absolutely descend on me with no mercy.

I jolted as Caleb suddenly ran his fingers down between my breasts and all the way to my stomach. I hated even the thin fabric of my negligée barring actual skin-to-skin contact.

I bucked as he neared my pussy, needing him to move lower, to touch me there.

I was already so worked up from them agreeing to don their masks for this, from King deciding to take it to the next level by binding me to his massive bed. And from the sight of three hard cocks just out of my reach with all their muscle and ink on display in a hell of a teasing way.

I whimpered as Caleb didn’t touch me where I needed it most and then even pulled his hand away. “She’s hot to the touch,” he told King and Bastian. And then a sly grin played on his lips. “Let’s cool her down.”

I heard some clinking on either side of me and I looked out to see Bastian and Caleb both delving their hands into a bowl of crushed ice-cubes that they’d prepped earlier while King had tied me up.

They next thing I knew, they were each lifting the cups of my negligee and pushing some of the crushed ice inside. I gasped as the cold was like freezer-burn on my feverish skin. Then they both put the cups back in place and slapped them, keeping the ice there torturing my breasts.

I writhed and tugged against the binds.

I was so caught up in it that I didn’t realize what King was up to until the hem of my dress was suddenly flipped up to my stomach, baring my naked pussy beneath.

I saw a popsicle in his hand. Well, what looked like a popsicle with a plastic handle, I knew from earlier that it was just made of ice, no fruit juices.

I’d expected him to trail it over my stomach, maybe my thighs, or shove it into my mouth and make me suck it all down until there was nothing left.

But then he smirked and slid it through my folds.

“Ah! Ah, shit!” I cried, shuddering.

The ice cubes were already abusing my breasts and nipples as it was… this was a whole other thing entirely.

He continued to drag it up and down, then around, before pressing the tip down on my clit for several excruciating seconds that had my hips bucking and me trying to twist away.

“So sensitive,” he said, pulling it from my clit and making me draw in ragged breaths. “This is going to be exquisite torture for you, love.”

His eyes darkened, looking particularly sinister with the mask in place.

And then he shoved the popsicle inside, burying it deep inside my pussy.

I shrieked and tugged violently at the binds.

He didn’t let up, instead driving it in and out of me rapid-fire with vicious force.

“Ah! Fuck! Oh my God!” I screamed out as the freezing cold tore through my walls, and I clenched down around it automatically, despite it making the blistering cold sensation all the more intense.

I felt a hand sliding under my ass, angling me a little, and then something hard, yet so slick started to breach my asshole. I jolted at the intrusion, then grunted as it was forced past the tight ring and then burrowing in deeper and deeper, while King fucked me like a brutal bastard with the ice.

I was suddenly aware of a warmth coming from whatever was sinking into my ass.

Then as it started being dragged in and out at an excruciatingly slow and sensual pace, that warmth graduated to real heat.

I was beside myself, the ice with the heat… it was sending mixed signals to my body, driving me to distraction.

“What the hell?” I gasped. “Shit.”

As I writhed on the bed as it consumed me, all my nerve-endings sparking at such an intense level, I couldn’t breathe easy, I managed to look out to see Bastian at King’s side, him being the one easing something in and out of my ass.

“What is that?” I choked out.

“Uh uh,” King chided. “Your role is to take it, not to question. Feel only. No thinking.”

As if to push that, Caleb suddenly climbed onto me, his head facing my legs, his cock in my face.

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