Page 141 of Gambler's Fallacy

“Oh, I have no plans of finishing any time soon,” Vortex says, flashing me a smirk. “What about you, Havoc? You think we should take our time? Caleb?”

“Seven deserves a long, hard, slow fuck,” Havoc agrees. “I could last fifteen minutes, easily.”

Caleb and Vortex both snort at the statement. Havoc doesn’t look offended—but I shake my head with dismay.

“No!” I say. “If you all take fifteen minutes?—”

“You’d be here, on the edge, for three quarters of an hour,” Caleb says. He reaches down to squeeze my balls. “That would be absolute torture, I’m sure.”

I squirm helplessly, but the sensation is so good, with the pain just this side of pleasure. “Please,” I beg again, more emphatically.

“Edging him will be so much fun,” Vortex says, grinning at me. “I wonder how many times we can get him to beg.”

Despite his words, he leans back down, giving me another kiss along my collarbone before nibbling on it.

“Okay,” Vortex says. “My cock is aching. Who’s first?”

“I want to see if Havoc really can last fifteen minutes,” Caleb says, setting my leg down. “Go on, Havoc. Demonstrate this stamina of yours.”

Havoc laughs and moves to the spot between my legs. He winks at me. “I can last fifteen for sure, right, Seven?”

“I hope not,” I mumble. I’m hoping for more like five, and I think that if I can squeeze him tight and get him to rough me up, it’ll last even less than that. “Don’t you want to fill me up as soonas you can?”

Havoc takes the lube Vortex hands him and lets some of it drip onto my hole. “I want to pound you so hard, you won’t even feel the other two.”

“In your dreams,” Vortex mutters.

Havoc slicks his cock up and lines up against my hole. “You’d bet on me, right, Seven?”

I can’t help but grin at him, even though I’m starting to feel far away from it all, floating in a place where everything feels good. “Wishful thinking?” I suggest. “Pound me hard, Havoc, please?”

“Of course,” Havoc promises as he thrusts into me.

I cry out, jerking my hips back against him. His thrusts speed up before long, though, to the point where I can’t keep up with his brutal pace. I see stars as he pounds my prostate, and my cock strains as orgasm stays tantalizingly out of my reach.

I have to fight not to let the pleasure overwhelm me. The teasing has been so much, almost too much, and the feeling of him inside of me is almost more than I can stand.

I clench my hole around his cock, and he groans, grabbing my arms hard enough to bruise. I moan in encouragement, and his grasp tightens more as he sets a brutal pace.

It’s so, so good, and I watch him as he takes me. His expression is intense, filled with as much need as I feel, and he starts to pant as the seconds tick by.

Every thrust makes me slide up on the bed until my head bumps against the headboard, but I don’t even care.

He doesn’t even pause, and before long, he’s spilling into me with a loud groan.

“Three minutes,” Vortex says with a laugh, but for once, he doesn’t sound mocking. “I bet me and Caleb can easily beat that.”

Havoc laughs and wipes sweat from his brow. “Okay. Seven’s just that good.” He bends down to kiss me before pulling out.

I clench in order to keep all of his cum inside me.

“Vortex is next,” Caleb declares. “Get him so loose that he’ll have a hard time not leaking semen all over the sheets.”

I don’t even mind that he seems to think he’s setting me up for failure. I know I can do it, even though Vortex is going to stretch me much more than either Havoc or Caleb can.

Vortex switches spots with Havoc, and he kisses me, too, before he pushes into me with a groan.

The stretch feels amazing, and it’s all I can do not to come on the spot.

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