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“You’re working with hammers now, Josie. I’m going to sink my claws into your pussy and hook you.”

JOSIE

The feeling of his claws isn’t what I expected. They aren’t sharp and don’t cut me, but they aren’t soft, either. They’re firm, and the spiked edges tickle me as they slide against my skin. My clit is in between the split, and he moves it back and forth as though it’s a nail he’s wiggling to take out of a wall. But he’s not trying to take my clit off my body. He’s trying to make me come, and I canfeel the ache I’ve always had start to settle. It's not like it’s going away, but I feel like this kind of sex—this tension, the edging of it all—is right.

He keeps moving back and forth at a steady pace, and I want to grab his ass and make him go faster. So, I do just that.

“Naughty girl wants me to go faster so she can come. But do you know what you’re doing to me?” he asks, and I look down to see the end of his shaft. A small hole leaks cum. It looks like regular cum, but the scent is familiar. Too familiar.

“Is that … do I smell my lemonade coming from your cock?”

He pauses, and I grunt in frustration.

“That’s what it’s always smelled like, lemons, lemonade.” Mitch says.

“That’s how we know you’re the one.” Cole adds.

“Stop with the talking and get back to fucking work!” I demand.

“This one likes to take charge,” Jake says. “I like that.”

I groan as Mitch starts moving again; this time, he’s moving faster, his shaft hitting my belly as his claws tease and taunt my clit. I’m aching for more and needing some sort of penetration.

“I can’t take it. I need more. Fuck. I need to be full. I can’t just?—”

“Shh, we got you, baby. We know one hammer isn’t enough,” Mitch says. “Are you ready for two?”

CHAPTER 5

JAKE

Josie looksat Mitch like he’s some sort of god when he suggests she takes two hammers. I know she wants one in her cunt, but I also know I can’t be that one. I can’t knot or claim her. Not yet. There’s a hierarchy. A system. And I am not in charge of this situation.

Mitch continues to work his claws on her clit while I hop my hammer body toward her mouth.

“Watching Mitch tease the hell out of your clit is making me want to choke you with my handle,” I say. “I promise you every hole will be filled, Josie, but I know you need a taste. Curious about that lemonade scent? Want to taste it and make sure that we have the right flavor to quench your thirst?”

“Mmmm,” she mumbles and closes her eyes. I imagine she’s thinking about it, what she’s going to feel when I thrust my handle down her throat. But first, I need her to taste my mallet.

I scoot myself toward her mouth and say, “Open wide, my little hammer slut, and stick out that tongue of yours. I may be skin, but I taste like the best kind of metal.”

She barely opens her eyes and does what I ask. Her dainty little mouth opens, and she sticks out her tongue. I fall head-first onto it, and she cries out. I’m not hard like real metal, but it will taste a bit metallic.

I rub against her tongue, and she moans against me. I don’t have a tongue or anything, but I’d love to lick inside her mouth.

“Close that mouth around my head, baby.”

She does and uses her tongue to lick my mallet up and down, side to side, and then swirl. I choke and feel the tip of my handle leak a bit of cum. I push myself out of her mouth and say, “Are you ready to taste our cum?”

“Mmhmm.”

Our cum all tastes the same, sweet with a bit of tangy sourness that would quench anyone’s thirst. It’s the exact flavor of Josie’s special lemonade, and she tastes like it, too.

I fall onto my head and squirm my way up to her waiting tongue. My tip hits her tongue, and she closes her mouth around it, sucking me and licking my handle. I push myself toward her, thrusting forward until I hit the back of her throat, and she gags.

“Fuck yeah, that’s right, baby. Just like that, take my handle all the way to the back of your throat. Fuck, that feels good.”

“Her pussy is soaking even more, Jake,” Mitch says.

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