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“Got to get you nice and stretched to take us all, baby.” I smirk as I work it inside her, stretching her to the point that she cries out but still begs for more. Her pussy sucks me in deeper as she clamps around my fingers and the ball.

“Trav,” she pants, but I pull it out slowly and work it back in, fucking her with it as she lifts her hips, chasing her release. I speed up my thrusts, grabbing another ball with my other hand. “Suck it,” I demand.

She licks and sucks it before I rub it against her clit, all the while pushing the other ball deeper into her, and then she comes with a scream. Her cunt clenches around my hand so tightly, I hiss.

I rub her through it, slowly working the ball out of her as she cries out, her body jerking, and then I toss them to the side, shove my jeans down, and pull her farther down the table, forcing her arms to stretch to the point of pain, and then I slam into her cunt.

She cries out my name, bearing down on my cock as I force her to take every hard inch until she weeps around it. Hissing, I grab her hips and hammer into her, knowing I won’t last long. I’ve been taunting myself as much as her, and with her tight, wet heat wrapped around me, I’m lost.

I suck her nipples, hearing her heart thundering below me as I deepen the angle, stroking across the nerves inside her with each thrust.

“Please, please, God, Trav, please,” she chants, her words slurring as if she were drunk on pleasure as I fuck her hard and fast. The table whines with the movement, but I don’t care. When I stand, I grip her hips to the point of pain, watching those jeweled chains slide over her skin like a snake, and I groan.

My balls are tight, and my cock throbs. The pleasure burning through me is too much, and I know I’m going to come. I can’t hold back. I pinch her clit, and she cries out, clenching on my cock, her release slamming through her and dragging me with her.

Roaring, I pull out and pump my dripping cock, squirting all over her chest. I work every drop of cum free as I groan, watching it slide over her perfect skin. Her eyes are closed, her mouth is open, and her legs are still wrapped around me.

When there isn’t another drop in me, I collapse forward, gasping for air. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“Holy hell.” She looks down at the mess on her chest with a groan. “Trav.”

I smirk. “I’ll fix it.”

I rub my cum into her incredible tits as she moans. Her chest and face are still flushed, and her legs are still shaking from all her orgasms.

“My turn.” Chase smirks, and Beck’s eyes widen, her breath catching as I chuckle.

“Didn’t think you were done yet, did you, baby?” I tease.

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“What, you didn’t think you were only taking him, did you, pretty girl? This is our party, and you are ours. We are here to celebrate the band, and you’re going to celebrate by fucking every member of the band.” I remove the cue as Trav slumps, and she groans, dropping her arms down by her sides as she relaxes. We can’t have that. I like her fire. I like it when she fights me.

Gripping her neck, I tighten my hold until her eyes focus on me, still hazy with pleasure. “There she is. Hi, pretty girl.”

“Hi.” She giggles.

“Are you going to be a good girl and just lie back and let me fuck you?” I ask, dragging the cue down her body and pressing it to her pussy. “I think you will. He fucked the will out of you, didn’t he? I don’t think you even have it in you—” My head rocks to the side with the slap, and I grin as I look back at her. “Fight me, beautiful. You know I like it hard and rough with you.”

“Asshole,” she mutters as I press the pool cue to her entrance. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She kicks me away, making me laugh as I stumble back.

She slides from the table but wobbles, catching herself on it, then points at me. “Sick fuck.”

“You love it.” I smirk as I crowd her, grabbing her and turning her. I bend her over the table, exposing her sweet ass and glistening pussy to my hungry eyes. She goes willingly despite her words but pretends to struggle again, so I slam the cue over her ass like a cane. She yelps, and I groan, looking at the red line forming on her perfect ass. “Jesus, that’s fucking hot.”

Keeping her pinned with one hand, I bring it down on her cheeks again. She yells and curses at me, but I smirk, massaging in the sting and sliding my hand down, circling her hole until she whines and relaxes, and then I bring it down again twice more in rapid succession.

“Oh, she likes it,” I call out. “She’s fucking dripping as I cane her like the naughty bitch she is. Don’t you, Beck? You like me punishing you, like me making it hurt.”

“Shut up,” she hisses.

“I’m going to cane this pretty ass so hard, you won’t be able to sit down tonight without thinking of me and the pleasure I’ll bring you,” I promise. She tries to lift her head, but I squeeze tighter, smacking her ass with more force. “Behave or I’ll fuck you with it,” I warn.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she mutters, even as she relaxes.

“Watch me, baby,” I purr as I slap her pink, raw pussy. She cries out, but I watch her cream slide from her. Chuckling, I do it again, catching her clit, and she screams. “Fucking hell.” I nearly spill from the sight, but I can’t stop. I bring it down on her ass and pussy in random slaps, never letting her get used to it. She cries out in pain and pleasure.

Her ass is red and covered in marks, her cream drips down her thighs, and her clit is so engorged, I can’t help but lean down and suck it as she whimpers.

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