Page 18 of Breaking Boston

There's no turning back now. I'm his, at least for a moment, and I'll have to deal with the consequences of my choices later. But for now, as King pulls me deeper into this whirlwind of sensation, I abandon the thoughts of the outside world and lose myself in the chaotic storm of pleasure and pain.

At this moment, I'm free. And I find myself soaking his cock, an arch in my back so our chests collide, and I continue chasing his thrusts like an addict.

"Come for me, pretty girl. I want to feel that sweet release coating my cock before I paint you with mine."

"Yes, don't... stop," I beg, panting as my hands dig into the mattress beside me, clenching around the sheet.

I feel myself teetering on the edge of something that feels dangerously close to pure bliss, my senses overwhelmed by the intensity of King's touch. And then, with one final deep thrust, I shatter into a million pieces, a moan escaping my lips as I finally succumb to the wave of pleasure crashing over me.

He pulls out of me abruptly, my pussy still clenching around him, using his hand to take over stroking, sensing his climax approaching. I propped myself up on my elbows and watched King's hand pump intently, licking my dry lips as my quivering legs spasmed from my orgasm.

“Sit up straighter, little bird,” D orders, and it's then that I remember him watching from the end of the bed the whole time.

I comply and raise myself to King's cock, its tip slapping against my parted lips as he jerks it. Small beads of cum seep from the tip of his cock, and he smears it along my lips tomake them shine brighter. When I taste him on my lips, I go to open my mouth, but he shakes his head, causing me to pause in confusion.

“Your mouth needs to be shut, pretty girl. I want to see how beautiful you look with my cum all over your face.”

I obey his command and purse my pouty lips, his heavily hooded eyes locked hungrily on mine.

His cum jets out in hot, thick spurts as he strokes the wet tip over my cheek, drenching my tender flesh in a glistening, white glow. It drips down my face in thick strings, landing right on my full, perky tits. He applies the last of it to my lips, then forcefully inserts his cock into my mouth while squeezing his entire shaft down my narrow throat to reveal its outline. He grabs my hair in his hand and moves my head with it, finishing spilling his hot cum down my throat. I swallow most of it when he pulls back to let me breathe, but the remaining spit and semen mix and drip from the corners of my lips. I sit in front of him, and he looks at me like I'm a fucking angel, naked and covered in his cum.

"So fucking beautiful... a goddamn masterpiece," he says in awe, his dark, twisted eyes beneath the mask piercing into mine.

D gets up and begins to clean me up while King watches, their dynamic confusing me a little.

But I like it.

The way they make me feel is unlike anything else. I know I'm on a mission, but with these two, it's hard to even think straight.

But for now, I have no choice but to bide my time, playing the part of the obedient little bird to survive. And until then, I'll endure whatever comes my way, all the while planning for the day when I can finally spread my wings and soar free.

SIX

THE UNDOING

BOSTON

I'm pretty sure I hear Remy's voice on the other side of my door, waking me up from a deep sleep; it's loud and terrifying, to say the least.

A knock follows his orders to the other people living here, and I bolt out of bed and cover up, trying to be as quick as I can.

Opening the door, I stand there, completely stunned, not expecting him to look like that. Obviously older than everyone else, Remy stands there, cloaked in all black, in an outfit that hugs his body in all the right places. Ripped jeans show the colorful tattoos on his skin underneath, while his fitted sweatshirt shows off his thick biceps.

"Boston?" he asks, his emerald green eyes searching mine for an answer since my tongue is tied, and I can't seem to speak.

So I nod.

He sighs as if he's incredibly impatient, pushing his way into my room and slamming the door behind him.

"Look, when I ask a fucking question I expect a fucking answer. I get that you're new, but come on, follow the rules, brat."

"Yes... I'm Boston," I manage to say, taking offense to his nickname for me. I'm most certainly not a brat, but I can be one.

"Remy. I'll be the one you answer to."

"Remy," I mutter quietly, his emerald orbs still locked on mine. "Thank you for letting me stay here."

"Don't thank me yet, kiddo. Tell me about yourself," he tells me as he sits on my bed and lights a blunt of phenomenal smelling herb.

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