Page 69 of Lords of Ruin: Cherished

His hands slide down my sides, rough and possessive, before he spins me around to face him. His eyes dark, his lips curled into a cruel smile as he grips my hips and lifts me onto his lap. I gasp as I feel him, hard and ready, pressing against me.

“Take it, Willow,”he growls, his voice low and demanding. He doesn’t give me a chance to prepare, didn’t let me ease into it. He thrusts up, forcing himself inside me in one brutal motion. My back arches, a cry tearing from my throat as his cock stretches me, fills me. His grip on my hips is unrelenting, forcing me down until I am fully seated on him.

“That’s it,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with dark satisfaction. “Take all of me. You can handle it, can’t you, Cariña?”

I whimper, my nails digging into his shoulders as he begins to move, his thrusts deep and punishing. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and I can feel every inch of him, every brutal thrust that left me breathless.

Vincent’s voice cut through the haze,“Arch her back, so I can take her in the ass.”

Cast doesn’t hesitate. His hands grip my hips, forcing me to lean forward, my back arched and my ass exposed. I feel Vincent’s fingers, cold and slick, pressing against my back entrance, and I tense, my breath catching in my throat.

“Relax, Willow,” Vincent murmurs, his voice almost gentle, if not for the predatory edge beneath it. “You can take it. I know you can, baby girl.”

I try to relax, but it is impossible. His fingers press in, stretching me, preparing me, and I whimper, thesound muffled as I bury my face in my arm. And then he is there, his cock pressing against me, and I cry out as he pushes inside, inch by torturous inch.

“Fuck,” Vincent groans, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he bottoms out. “You’re so tight, Willow. Always so damn tight.”

I can’t speak, I can't think. All I can do was take it as he began to move, his thrusts deep and relentless. Damien then presses his cock against my lips, and I open my mouth, letting him fill me. The sensation is overwhelming, the feeling of being filled from both ends is too much and not enough all at once.

Cast’s voice is a dark murmur as he rockets into my cunt, “Look at her. She’s taking us both like she was made for it.”

I can feel them, feel every thrust, every movement, and it’s too much. My body is trembling, my moans are muffled by Damien’s cock as he fucks my mouth. Vincent’s thrusts are brutal, each one driving me closer to the edge, and Cast is deeper inside of me at an angle that makes my body erupt in sparks.

Damien pulls out of my mouth, his hand gripping my hair as he forces me to look up at him. “You’re going to cum for us, aren’t you, Willow?”

“She better not,” Vincent snarls. “Hold it baby. Hold it.”

“Fuck Willow, you’re so perfect for us pretty girl,” Vincent grunts, his hands gripping my hips and pulling me back onto him with each thrust. “You’re made for this, aren’t you, whore?”

“Yes, sir!” I cry out, my body trembling with pleasure as Damien’s fingers tangle in my hair,pulling my head back.

“You’re ours, Willow,” he growls, his lips brushing against my ear. “Every. Fucking. Inch of you.”

“Yes,” I cry, because I want to be good. I want to do it, but I can’t hold back the pressure growing inside me. The words, the sensations, it’s all too much. My body tightens, and my back arches as I come, my cries filling the room. Cast groans, his thrusts stuttering as he spills inside me, his cock pulsing as he fills me with his release.

As Cast pulls out leaving me gapping, Vincent doesn’t stop, he pulls out of me and slides into my pussy as he pulls me back forcing my back against his chest as he fucks me in long, slow strokes that leave my eyes crossed. “You came without permission, Naughty girl.”

“I couldn’t hold it.” I whimper, pushing back against him, forcing him deeper.

“You hear that, boys?” Vincent mocks. “She couldn’t hold it.”

“Well she better keep my cum inside that pretty little cunt.” Cast growls and I groan, tightening my walls trying to keep both Damien and Cast inside of me.

“Fuck, princess. You’re trying to milk me, aren’t you, pretty girl?” Vincent’s thrusts are rough, his cock driving into me with brutal force, and I can feel him, feel all of them inside me, until he finally comes, his release joining theirs.

“Good girl,”Vincent laughs in my shoulder, placing kisses along my neck.

I can’t speak, can't move. My body’s spent, trembling as I collapse onto the floor, their releases spilling out of me. “She’s perfect. Isn’t she?” Vincent purrs as he pulls out of me painfully slow.

Damien’s fingers trace the curve of my spine, his voice soft but no less demanding, “You’re ours, Willow. Never forget that.”

I nod weakly, my body trembling as I lay there, still feeling the remnants of their desire pulsing through me.

“Good girl,” Cast growls, his hand tangling in my hair and pulling just hard enough to make me gasp. “Now, time for your reward.”

I barely have time to brace myself before Cast is pushing me back onto the couch, his lips crashing against mine in a rough kiss. I can feel Vincent and Damien moving behind me, their hands roaming over my body as Cast’s kiss grows more demanding.

Cast’s lips curl into a wicked smile, as he brushes his hand against my sensitive pussy, his fingers teasing the slick folds. I buck against him instinctively, a moan escaping my lips at the contact. “You’re so full,” he murmurs, his voice dark and possessive as his fingers trails over my abdomen, pressing lightly. “Can you feel it, Willow? Can you feel how much we’ve filled you up?”

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