Page 53 of Take Me

“Eat,” he, too, demands.

I start licking, slowly, wincing with disgust as I lap up the salty stickiness. I push a bit back against Mikhail’s hand to get a small reprieve from the musky scent filling my senses, but he keeps me in place, head stuck in the mess, and my tongue keeps working on autopilot. Obeying.

But I go absolutely rigid the moment Nikolai positions his cock at my ass and starts pushing.

“No,” I gasp, my voice slurring as I move my lips in the cum-filled bowl. “I won’t be able to stop the orgasm.”

“Then you’d better eat in a hurry.”

Fuck.I clench my jaw for a moment as a roll of nausea flips my belly at the thought of lapping up the cum any quicker.

“You want to be a good little slut and please your master, right?” Nikolai breaks through the tight rim of muscle, sending bolts of pleasure through my body, making me jerk between the two men.

“Yes,” I say breathily.

“Then eat. I want your orgasm, but you’re not getting it before the bowl is clean.”

I don’t think. I just obey as a haze of panic infiltrates my blurry mind. Licking quickly against the steel, I lap up sticky strings of cum as I tense to block out the aching, unignorable sensation of Nikolai shoving his very long, wide length into my ass.

“Thank me for feeding you once you’re finished,” he orders in a raspy voice that tells me he’s already close to the brink himself. But Nikolai’s control is staggering, and I know he’ll be able to hold back, keeping me on this maddening edge until I’ve obeyed and emptied the bowl.

He starts moving. Slowly. Dragging in and out along my tight walls. Stretching me impossibly. Sending bolts of aching pleasure through my sensitive tissues.

I lap quicker, angling my head to this and that side to get every last drop of cum.

“Thank you, Master. Thank you for feeding me,” I say between staggered breaths, trembling with the need to come.

“Is she done?” Nikolai asks.

Mikhail lifts my head by the hair and takes in the sticky mess on my face. “Almost.” Swiping two fingers across my forehead, he wipes off the cum and brings his fingers to my mouth.

Knowing what I need to do to put an end to this torturous misery of pounding, aching pleasure, I eagerly open my mouth and take his fingers deep inside.

“You may come,” Nikolai says, grabbing onto my hips as he picks up speed.

I moan around Mikhail’s fingers as I come apart. Licking and sucking at the sticky cum only seems to drive the pleasure higher. I convulse and spasm, moan and groan around his fingers, then suck and lap again as pleasure pulses and pounds through my body.

Nikolai growls behind me just as I’m about to come down from the ledge, and the swelling of his cock and hardening thrusts sends me straight back onto it.

Pulling me half up to sit, Mikhail lets me rest against his shoulder as he leans down to shove a hand under my dress and stroke my clit.

I scream as pleasure tears at my body with a force that threatens to rip me apart. I can’t take it, yet I want more of it. The orgasm is painful as it rips through my body with staggering jerks and painful convulsions.

I’m almost relieved when Nikolai pulls out of me. But then another man sinks down behind me. A new cock prodding at my ass.

“No, no, no,” I whimper, turning my head to look at Nikolai. He’s at my side now, scooting in to take Mikhail’s place.

With an arm around my waist and a hand cupping the back of my head, he holds me close. “Shh, you need to take them all.”

“I—I can’t,” I say with despair.

“Yes, you can. For me.”

“I—” My words fail me as the new man presses into me. He easily sinks inside, and I vaguely wonder how he’s hard again—if they’ve all taken Viagra or if they’re just that horny. But the thought disappears as quickly as it came. All I can do as the stranger fucks me hard and quick is to press myself into Nikolai, taking his comfort as he’s the only thing keeping me steady in this whirlwind of tormenting pleasure and titillating degradation.

Mikhail cuts the front of my dress to get better access to my swollen nub. He keeps rubbing, sending me over the edge two more times as the two strangers take my ass.

By the time Mikhail is the one to push inside me, I’m crying—weeping like a child into Nikolai’s shoulder. Somewhere along the way, he freed my hands, and I’m clutching his shirt with a might that’s aching in my fingers. I need to hold on. I need his strength to stabilize me through the chaos that has banished all thought and control and rendered me this mindless, horny, desperate beast.

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