Page 76 of Uncaged Obsessions

Because the music makes it better.

Along with their eyes on me. The way they want me.

The way they love me.

Despite everything. Through everything. They love me.

I fucking love them. It may be new to all of us and we may not know exactly what we’re doing. I’m sure we’ll fuck this up more than we’ll get it right, but that doesn’t matter because we’re together to deal with it.

I remove the last piece of clothing, tossing it to the side, my back to the pole and I slide down, opening my thighs as I drop down to a squat. I open my eyes as the song starts to come to anend. They all are staring at me, the feral look in their eyes shows how hard they’re holding themselves back from completely mauling me.

That solidifies what a good decision this was, just to prove the control I have. It’ll never be like my old life, they would never do anything to take away my power. They just want to give it to me.

Which is why I’m going to give them this.

The next song starts, and it has a quicker beat, but the blood rushes through my ears, and the only thing I can focus on is the way they’re watching me. Especially as I slide my fingers up the inside of my thighs. They’re all locked on the movement as I ascend up to my core.

I take my time, but once my fingers make contact with the wetness that’s pooled there, I’m unable to continue to tease myself. I’m so worked up from the dancing, their eyes on me and feeling their hardness already when I sat on their laps.

I rub my fingertips over my clit, pulling a moan from my throat, and I drop my head back against the pole behind me.

“You need to quit teasing us, baby girl, I don’t know how much more we can take.”

I slide my finger down pressing into my entrance moaning again at the sensation. But also at the fact that it isn’t enough. My moan turns more into a whimper as I try to grind down against my hand.

“Looks like you need a bit more, killer.”

“Hmm,” I hum, not wanting to end this yet, even if I am borderline desperate to get their hands on me. I don’t want tohave to ask. I want them to take. I want to be held down and forced to take all of them. I want it raw, rough, and dirty with them.

“You’re killing us, little one.”

I push another finger in, gasping while pumping them, trying to convince myself it’s enough. It doesn’t work because I know, and they know it’s not.

“Fuck, please,” I cry out, frustrated that I’m not feeling the sting of stretch of them, or the press of their fingers digging into my skin. The bite of teeth, the brutal way they fuck me.

“Please what, baby girl?” Adam grits, and I can tell he’s on the edge as well. I can practically feel the way they’re all vibrating, dying to get over to me, to give me what I want, but don’t want to voice.

“I need more,” I finally cry out, accepting that I can’t do this myself any longer. I do need more. I needthem.

They don’t waste any time shooting up, and coming toward me. My face is grabbed in a strong hand, and lips crash onto mine. I know it’s Caine immediately with the way his tongue invades my mouth, taking just like he always does the way I’ll always want from him.

Adam comes up behind me, moving my hair from my shoulder, running his lips up my neck before saying, “You ready to take us all into this perfect body? You going to be able to take it?”

A shiver runs down my spine, but it’s exactly what I wanted for tonight, though the thought still terrifies me. It’s exactly whatI wanted. Yet, with the way Caine is kissing me, all I’m able to do is nod.

Caine growls against my mouth before pulling back, and I want to chase after him, but I don’t because he’s looking toward the other guys, like they have some plan they’re plotting non verbally. I want to ask what’s happening but everyone is moving again. Clothes are being shed and I’m not able to form a single thought, let alone words as the glorious expanse of skin, muscle, and dicks are exposed to my greedy gaze.

Caine looks like he was carved from stone with the way his smooth tan skin shows his defined muscles that cover every inch of him. His bright blue eyes don’t leave mine; he’s so intense. So perfect in a way I never knew I needed.

Drew is no different, the way his toned body shows the life he’s lived, he has scars all over, even though some are somewhat covered by the ink that spreads down both arms and onto his chest. But every single inch of him makes him who he is and I wouldn’t change a thing.

Adam’s muscles are covered with all the art decorating his skin, but the definition of his strength is still obvious. Especially since I can see the way his veins run down his arms as he pushes down his pants. “Caine,” he snaps, pulling my attention up. “Grab some lube.”

I half expect Caine to argue with the demand, but he doesn’t. Instead, he goes somewhere I can’t see because suddenly, I’m too focused on Drew’s thick, pierced cock. My mouth waters and I want him in my mouth. He must notice because he hooks a finger under my chin, tilting up. “You look like you want something, little one.”

I lick my lips and nod in response.

Caine returns, and I feel him at my back, pulling my back against his front, dipping his hand down between my thighs. “You’re already so wet for us, killer.”

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