Page 72 of Hellfire

The rest of them murmured their agreement.

Gable twisted in his seat, his knee bumping my thigh. He collared my throat, leaning my head to him, licking my neck all the way up to my cheek. “This weekend, you’re going to be our dirty little princess.” The name almost made me spill over. “We’re going to have our fill of you, and we don’t give a fuck who watches or has a problem with it.”

That gave me a little clue as to what we were doing. Something in public. Every part of my body fused into their willing toy to be salaciously teased and pleasured in front of others.

Gable’s hand found my breast and squeezed. “Would you like that?”

“Uh-huh.” It was all I could get out when Blaze’s ministrations had my mind in a tumble of carnal arousal.

“That’s our dirty little princess.” Gable’s hand snaked down my dress, underneath my bra, kneading my breast, and I arched up into his palm, taking Blaze’s fingers deeper.

My bonded groaned deep in his throat. “I can’t wait to sink my cock into you.” His ruthless strokes showed me how desperately he meant it, and I wanted to give it to him if it reduced the distressed beat of his heart. “In fact, we might pull over and get you on my lap if you behave like our dirty little princess.”

That was all the incentive I needed. Starbursts exploded in my pussy as I cried out his name. Gable drank down the rest of my pants with a long pull on my mouth. I heard Blaze suck on his fingers and groan. Another set of fingers found my clit, pulsing with blood and my orgasm. I whimpered and squirmed.

“Did you think we were going to go easy on you?” Gable sang in my ears, a tune that pledged endless pleasure.

“Um… I… no.” I tried to sink deeper into the seat to escape his circling finger, my clit sensitive.

“Breathe and ride through it,” Gable instructed. “We’re going to leave you a dripping mess by the time we’re done with you, Princess.”

“Oh, God.” I was lucky I packed an extra dress. I was going to need it by the time we arrived at our destination.

Gable hummed a tune in my ear, trying to relax me, and I released the muscles in my legs. “Box breathe, Hotshot,” he coaxed Blaze, and I lifted my arms to remove the blindfold and soothe Blaze.

My teacher’s hand clamped on mine, lowering it. “I only want to think about my bonded.” His fingers found my entrance and plunged in again, and I whimpered, not ready for another orgasm so soon. “Enjoy it, sweetness. I’m fine. Let go.”

I obeyed his command and forced my body to slacken. My pussy made obscene noises from how aroused they made me earlier. It took me a few beats to get back into it, and only when I felt reassured by Gable’s backing that my teacher was fine. Confirming it for myself, I lifted my hand, resting the back of iton his neck, monitoring his heartbeat, confident it didn’t wildly thump from fear.

“Oh, fuck!” Talon cursed, loving the view and sounds. “Yes, that’s good. They’re hard for you, Princess.”

Another reassurance that Blaze was into this and not unnerved.

“This is torture,” Cole growled, and I pictured his tormented gaze flicking between the road and me in his rearview mirror.

“Cole?” I called to him, desperate for him to pull over and take part.

“It’s okay, Darkfire,” he reassured. “I’ll be there soon. Just enjoy the ride. I am.”

I eased back in my seat, looking forward to him being able to participate.

Gable’s leisurely strokes got me over my sensitive spot and urged me closer to a second explosion. “Are you going to come for us, Princess? Or do we have to make you?”

They picked up their pace and pressure, pumping faster, harder, riding me out, and I shook over them, dribbling over them.

“Mmm.” The noise Gable made when tasted me, his tongue lapping at my release, and I rocked through an aftershock.

“What do you say, brothers?” Blaze croaked, need biting through his timbre. “Another one, or should we swap seats?”

“Another one,” Talon and Cole said together.

Blaze and Gable swapped positions, tearing me through a third and fourth orgasm that left me breathless and boneless.

The four of them swapped out their positions, Cole telling Gable to take the driver’s seat, since he wasn’t sure Blaze was up to it. Talon and Cole took over, punishing my body in ways they never had, until I was a sobbing, wet, mess. The entire time, Blaze praised me from his passenger seat, and I felt his gazeburning on me, and I was pleased to give him this reprieve from the monsters in his head.

“You’re fucking beautiful when you’re covered in your sweat and your juices,” Talon whispered to me as Cole kissed my forehead. “Even more beautiful when you’re covered in our cum.”

His filthy words were enough to make me split apart over him.

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