Page 33 of Deviant Secrets

CHLOE

They had stretched me in more ways than one tonight and all I could do was get lost in this brutal bliss of pleasure. Lux and King were right. Everything I had endured tonight led to this moment–all of us as one–and I didn’t want it to end.

King grabbed my hair and licked along my jawline, whispering lowly in my ear, “I love how your pussy stretches for us. Never be ashamed of that. Your body wants what it wants.”

I smiled, glancing down at Lux. His chest was painted red from my sweaty hands and the way our bodies mashed together. Pieces of wax shifted evenly with each breath he took. His eyes were closed, head tilted toward the ceiling.

King’s hand trailed down my back and rested lightly between my shoulder blades before he pushed me down slightly. My cheek rested against Lux’s racing chest and I smiled. My pussy clenching and pulsing at the intense pleasure the position gave me. Allowing me to grind harder into Lux’s thumb. I placed light, sensual kisses over his freckled chest and begged for more.

“You’re a goddess, you know that? Taking everything so well tonight,” he grunted.

These guys weren’t afraid to whimper and moan, and I loved it. It turned me on when a man owned his shit, not afraid to spur me on with their encouraging moans.

Rocking against their dicks slowly, I savored the feeling of being so full and filled to the brim. “I’m so full. Oh…my.”

We remained like this, hearing nothing but skin slapping against skin and moans that bounced off the walls of the large bedroom.

“Stop clenching around me, you’re milking my cock, and I don’t want to come too soon.”

The stretching and movements burned, and I was relieved when he pulled out. Lux threaded his fingers through my hair, holding my head hostage against his chest and I heaved, leaning into his soft touch. I felt a pressure at the entrance of my ass and took a deep breath.

“Please, not there. It’ll be too much.” I was already sore from the mechanical pounding I’d received earlier and gritted my teeth as he pushed in further.

“You know what to do if you want us to stop Chloe. Take it like you want to. Now, spread your asscheeks for me. I want to watch that tight hole quiver as you struggle to fit around my cock.”

With shaking fingers, I took a handful of my asscheeks and spread them open for the intrusion. He spat into my hole and wasted no time. Pushing into my ass with brute force, I jolted forward, and the hardened cock inside me throbbed in response.

My mind was silent, completely enamored with how deep these men were inside me. I felt safe, protected even. My mouth moved to Lux’s chest, taking the soft skin into my mouth to prevent me from becoming a moaning mess. Biting down and admiring the teeth marks that were left on his skin. Craving for them to continue claiming my body as theirs in every way.

Lux’s glacier eyes blazed behind his mask, and he bit back a moan, but I could tell he was struggling. His soft, needy moan fell from his lips as my manicured nails dug into his chest, drawing blood that ran in soft trails down his chest.

“Just remember this when you are begging for more like the needy slut you are, days after this experience. You wanted this. You belong to us now, Chloe.”

Both men gripped my hips as they fucked into me hard. My mouth hung open, no longer able to form sentences as both cocks rubbed together through my perineum.

“I think Lux has been a bad boy tonight, don’t you?”

I nodded breathlessly, wondering what he had up his sleeve. King slid his fingers between my lips, parting them slightly before inserting the candle from earlier.

My hands remained in place, trying to keep the candle steady as he lit it. The cool end pressed against my lips, and I smiled at the pained whimper that dripped from Lux each time the hot wax painted a new redness over his chest. It was such a beautiful sight.

Each time I jerked forward, wax spilled over, coating him, but I couldn’t moan. Letting it go would hurt him, or cause a fire, and I wasn’t keen on either.

Lux widened his eyes and looked past me in alarm, and I slowed down, thinking maybe he’d had enough. A grunt escaped him, and my asshole quivered against King’s cock as he spilled deep into my ass.

“What are you doing?” I heard a mask drop to the floor.

“Take off his mask, Chloe. He needs to know what a bad boy he is.”

I bit down on my lip, scared to fulfill the request. Peering down at the eyes that pleaded with me not to remove it, I hesitated. I looked over to the unmasked one first, giving theone under me time to reflect. What I saw caused so many mixed emotions, and I swallowed them down.

Angel Kingston, Center for the Crestview Cardinals. My biological father coached the team and my grandfather owned them.

Lux swallowed, begging with his eyes to leave it alone. With my body still straddled on top, he had nowhere to go. My fingers rested at the base of the mask, and he pleaded softly.

“Chloe don’t.” I slowly peeled the mask off his face with a gasp.

Nicholas Palmer. Right wing for the same team and my ex- fiancé’s younger brother. Sobs wracked my chest in realization, and all I wanted to do was stop and go home.

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