Page 137 of Plaything

Like a worshiper in church, ready to let a priest place sacramental bread on my tongue, I opened my mouth to taste him.

I moaned, squeezing around Niko’s long dick as Wyatt pushed himself down my throat. I fucking loved having both my pussy and mouth being used. My mind went completely blank as they overwhelmed my senses. Butterflies erupted all over my body, like every nerve in my body was tingling and completely at their will.

I was convinced their dicks were laced with something for a moment at the pure ecstasy I felt. Deep down, I knew this was where I was meant to be. This was everything I needed and wanted. My mind was at ease, my body was safe, and my soul was peaceful.

Time seemed to become nonexistent, passing by quickly while my world was in slow motion. It wasn’t until an orgasm shattered me that the world unclouded.

I didn’t know how long I’d been sucking Wyatt’s dick or how long Niko was fucking into me. I was on cloud nine, my entire body only feeling pleasure as I let go of everything.

Everything that I was made of became theirs.

Still, in a blissful haze, I peeked up past Wyatt. Aiden and Dominic were watching with gentle eyes and fulfilled smiles. Although my world was muffled, and I was too lost in them to hear Niko’s dirty words or Wyatt’s praises, I saw Aiden mouth the word ‘finally’ to Dominic.

“One more, Baby,” Wyatt encouraged while fucking me against the wall.

“I can’t!” I screamed. Tears were streaming down my cheeks. Dry and wet, sticky cum was covering every inch of my body. It was dark out, and I couldn’t even begin to count the dozens of times they’d fucked me. I’d been bent into positions I didn’t know were possible, filled to the brim with cum over and over again.

All of us were tired and entirely satisfied... and we kept going. It was like a complex, needing to feel each other, even if it physically hurt to cum.

Every surface of this house was tainted. The counter, every couch, my bed, Aiden’s bed, the railing of the stairs... the stairs, the dining room table and two of the chairs, the bathroom counter, Dominic’s shower, four walls, and against two windows. The house smelled like sex, even with the windows open, allowing a cool breeze to blow through.

If someone would have told me I was a virgin less than 24 hours ago, I would have told them to kiss my ass. They’d utterly ruined me, leaving me in shambles. Halfway through the day, everyone was in such a lust-filled haze that at one point, I was bouncing on Aiden’s dick with Dominic in my mouth, and each of my hands wrapped around Wyatt’s and Niko’s dicks.

Wyatt pushed my hips flush against the wall, holding me in place with my legs wrapped around him as he pounded into me. “Yes, you can, cum for me one last time, Baby,” he whimpered against my lips.

My pussy ached as I came for what seemed like the hundredth time today. I screamed out, squeezing my arms and legs around him as tightly as I could. “Wyatt!” I moaned.

His piercings rubbed along my G-spot as he emptied himself into me. It was a miracle that he had anything left at all...

My limbs loosened as they finally gave out, leaving him to fully support me against the wall. My messy hair clung to my forehead and body, either sticky from sweat or cum... probably both.

Still in me, Wyatt groaned as if he was in pain before sitting on the floor with me in his lap. “If I...” he panted, “Cum one more time, my dick will fall off.”

“Did someone spike the pancakes?” Niko called from where he was sprawled out on the couch, buck-naked and exhausted. “That was... a lot,” he chuckled. “Fucking amazing... but my dick hurts, Odette,” he sent me a look.

My eyes felt heavy as I peeked at him. “You hurt?” My voice broke as I spoke. I’d screamed so much that I sounded like I had strep throat. It’d been mostly gone since earlier this evening.

Aiden came down the stairs, fresh out of the shower. His eyes landed on Wyatt and me, and he lifted his brows. “Someone should call it before she’ll need a wheelchair for the next month,” he announced humorlessly.

“Oh, I’m done,” I assured, resting my head against Wyatt’s shoulder.

“You said that an hour ago,” Dominic rasped as he approached us with a water bottle for me.

I groaned. What was I thinking... every inch of my body was sore. I just couldn’t get enough of them. I was beyond greedy and indulged fully. “I’m done,” I repeated. “I just need sleep.” I ignored Dominic’s outreached hand with the water and closed my eyes.

They’d made me eat and drink so much today, insisting that if I didn’t, I’d pass out. Looking back now, I realized they were right, and I was grateful. Even now, I felt as if I were on the verge of passing out or sleeping. I’d accept either.

Wyatt nodded, “We’re done, Baby... we’re done,” he comforted. His hands were running up and down my back as he kissed the apple of my cheek. “You were so perfect for us, Odette. We’re so happy,” he cooed.

I smiled against his shoulder, unable to move or speak. Sleep was approaching fast, and I was ready to welcome it with open arms.

“Do you feel okay, Doll?” Aiden asked gently, crouching next to us and moving hair out of my face.

I nodded. I was perfectly content and happy. “Mhmm, sore and tired,” I mumbled.

He chuckled at my lack of a response. Why wouldn’t I be okay? “How about we get you cleaned up, and we can watch a movie?” He suggested.

Let’s hope they didn’t expect me to stay awake for the movie. My only plans right now were to sleep for a few years. I nodded but made no move to get off of Wyatt.

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