Page 45 of The Fallen Ones

I tangled my fingers in her hair, twisting until she whimpered against my lips. My cock ached in my pants. She still hadn’t done anything past kissing, which was just so damn typical of her. It pissed me off she fought it so hard.

Right when I was about to just lose it at her unwillingness to touch me, Damien took her hand and pushed it against my dick through my pants.

Her breath hitched and her kisses stopped as he moved her hand over my jean-clad length.

It wasn’t exactly how I wanted my dick touched by her for the first time, but I wouldn’t look a gift horse in the mouth, or rather, a Damien guided hand on my dick. It was better than the nothing I had moments before.

Damien’s lips descended on her bare shoulder. While Caleb touching and kissing her hadn’t set me off, Damien did. It took everything I had not to launch myself on him. Caleb even shifted closer and put his body on her other side to ensure I wasn’t really able to do much as far as attacking Damien.

I exhaled and went in for another kiss, my cock like a fucking brick in my pants as Damien pulled his hand away and let her continue to rub me over my jeans. She made to drop her hand, but I grabbed it and pushed it back against my dick.

Again, she hesitated before going with it.

Fucking finally.

I was over this making out shit though. I wanted her naked so I could drink her in longer. I’d kiss and touch her once her clothes were a pile on the floor.

Eagerly, I tugged her away from the guys amid soft grunts of protest before tossing her small ass onto the bed.

She went backward on her ass and quickly shimmied her way to the headboard and stared at us while we stood at the end of the big bed. I imagined it was a terrifying sight to see three guys our size dressed the way we were and knowing we were absolutely going to decimate her tight, virgin pussy.

Without further fanfare, I crawled onto the bed and tugged her down, noting how tense she was.

Good.

I was fucking tense too.

Damien and Caleb each took a side on the bed, watching as I made the first real move and slid my hand up her thigh and beneath her skirt. Pressing my mouth to hers, I kissed her. She was stiff beneath me, but I’d change that soon enough.

Caleb’s report on her wanting us to make it happen no matter what helped me push forward with her, my fingers working their way beneath her lace panties. I kissed my way to her neck, nipping against her soft flesh. She tried to push my hand away as I skimmed her damp slit, but I let out a soft snarl before Damien entered the ring and took her hand in his.

She looked at him with wide, frightened eyes as he gave her a slight shake of his head. Her bottom lip wobbled as I shifted away to stare down at her. I wanted to see every reaction to my touch she had.

I deserved that.

Maybe it was a dickish thing to think, but fuck it. I was in the zone, and there was no way I’d be able to come out of it. Not now. Not now that she was our prisoner in this room for the night.

She was going to learn the line between being a good girl and being our bad girl.

I slid my fingers through her pussy lips, making her gasp. She tried to touch me and push me away again with her other hand,but Caleb took it and held it down just like Damien was doing with her other hand.

This was it.

My first time getting to touch her like this.

So soft. Warm. Wet. Fuck was she wet.

More. I needed more.

I pushed my fingers deeper, making her cry out. I paused for a moment and stared down at her before I went for it.

I pushed deep into her pussy. Her cry came out in a choked whimper, her back arching as she tried to move her arms. It was no use. Caleb and Damien continued to pin her down as I worked her little pussy over.

One finger. In and out. Tight. Hot. So goddamn good.

I couldn’t wait to sink my cock inside.

I pressed my thumb to her clit, creating more friction for her. She squirmed, her breathing ragged, satisfying my need to see her this way.

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