Page 23 of Room One Hundred and Six

Nine

Luna

“Please. I can’t do this.” And stay whole, I want to say, but I can’t let them know how much power they have over me. I’m beginning to fall for their sweet words and kind touches.

Shayne takes my mouth in a hot, claiming kiss. Like Jasper, he doesn’t ask. He simply takes what he wants and everyone else be damned.

“You can. Trust us. I’ve been telling you that all night.”

“I don’t know how to trust, is my problem.” He makes the truth come out when all I want to do is bury it. I bite at my lip to keep it from quivering.

Jasper turns me toward him and eases the flesh from between my teeth. “Let us show you, little moon.”

My fucking heart is about to give out. It runs at top speed unchecked one second and then falls flat to the floor in the next. I’m slowly pushed forward and I brace myself on my hands. My hard nipples drag through the light dusting of hair sprinkled across Voss’ chest and I love it. The scratch of friction is just another assault to my senses.

“I had no idea this could be so good.”

They chuckle low. “We haven’t even begun, tigress. Our beautiful little tigress.”

Lashes fall closed. Tigress, jungle flower and now little moon. “All your names for me are cute.” They make me want to fall in love.

All three hum a low chuckle. I’m burning up from the inside here and they want to laugh? Can’t they see every nerve ending in my body, every cell floating in my blood feels ready to catch fire? It’s like I have gasoline for blood and the slightest spark will ignite an uncontrollable inferno.

“Please,” I beg softly. “I’m so ready. I need to come.”

Voss maintains his slow and steady torture to my pussy. Not entering. Just gliding through my wetness until my folds have swollen with lust.

“Say it again,” Shayne husks, gripping my ass and moving me over his brother. Fuck that’s, good. Every time he pushes forward the crown of Voss’s cock nudges my clit.

Instant freaking sparks. Glowing embers stir and those tiny flecks of burning lust swirling inside me form one huge whipping flame.

Jasper drags me back and I can feel my juices smear over his brother’s fat length. Another half an inch and I could have him entering me. I’ll freely give them my virginity if only they would stop torturing me.

Shayne kneels on the bed beside us. He grips his beautiful veined length and works it from base to tip. His strokes are hard and relentless one minute and slow the next. He squeezes the tip between his thumb and finger making the bulbous head fatter every time he does it. Pre-cum spills over his fingers and I am eager to clean him like I did his brother.

Using his other hand he coaxes me closer. He paints my lips with his pre-cum and I lick it off with each pass.

“Beautiful. Now take me.” His hold on the back of my head doesn’t let up when I open for him. His fat head spreads my lips impossibly wide. He glides over my tongue and I take an inch and then another unsure of how much I can fit. He doesn’t have the same problem. My dark lover pushes his hips forward, forcing more of himself inside my mouth. I gasp for air but I find it impossible to breathe around his thickness.

My hands come to his thighs, and I dig my nails into his muscles. It only drives him deeper.

Voss takes that moment to wrap his mouth around my nipple. He sucks me in deep before sinking his teeth into the taut flesh.

Jasper’s hands are on my ass. His fingers dig into the soft flesh, massaging it. Every second his hands are on me my defenses weaken.

“Argh!” I scream or at least try to. It’s hard to do anything but moan with my mouth full of cock. My world burns to the ground and comes back to life in a flash. One second I am ash and the next the flames release me and I’m being pushed to new limits. Pain and pleasure.

Oh, fuck! I glide my mouth over his cock and make Shayne groan just as loud as I do. Dante’s torture to my nipples increases. He grips the delicate flesh of my breasts, squeezing and kneading the flesh with expert hands. I won't be surprised if I’m bruised come morning.

Tears slip out and run down my cheek. Not from pain but the excruciating mix of pleasure pinging off my senses.

“God, you’re perfect. Don’t cry, jungle flower.” Shayne backs off and I inhale harshly when he slips from my swollen lips.

I feel the heat of the others watching.

The beast of a man between my legs fists his massive cock and I hiss when he circles my clit with hard, punishing strokes.

He doesn’t let up. Behind me, Jasper holds my hips in place so there’s no moving away. No stopping them. No escape from Voss’ delicious torture to my clit.

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