Page 44 of Bad Ruck

Right now, I was exactly what they wanted me to be. Their fuck toy. My body was theirs to use, to ruin. To come deep inside.

Firm hands gripped my hips tight as they drove into me harder and harder before coming with a series of moans and grunts. Soft enough that I couldn't pick out who they belonged to. Then they were sliding out of me and I was rolled over onto my back before a different cock was pressed into me.

The cock I was sucking was pushed back into my mouth, all the way to my throat. Over and over they pushed in as far as they could go, making me gag each time. They held my head in place with a hand and relentlessly fucked my mouth, holding back nothing, using me as hard as they could.

It was perfect. I could have done this for hours.

A hot pair of hands grabbed my legs and raised them over their shoulders so they could pound deeper into me. So deep it hurt, but I could only cry out in pleasure, wanting more. Deeper, harder, everything.

The guy beside me gave a grunt and ground his cock in deeper still before coming right at the back of my throat. So deep I almost choked on his cum. I managed to swallow and gasp a couple of breaths before he slid out of me.

The man who was fucking my pussy followed a few moments later, coming hard and fast inside me, pulling me down into another orgasm of my own. Together we panted and gasped, grunted and moaned.

Nothing in the world existed in those moments except this and a million exploding stars. I shattered into countless pieces before gradually coming back together and flopping against the mattress.

I thought I was done when the wet cock was sliding out of my pussy and my legs were lowered to the bed, but then I was turned back onto my stomach and another was sliding into me from behind. I wanted to scream that I couldn't take any more. At the same time, I wanted to yell for them to keep going. Tears slid down my cheeks, but I didn't want them to stop. Not until they were totally finished with me. I wanted them fully satisfied, as boneless as I was going to be.

They were slower now, thrusting in and out of me as though they had all the time in the world. I supposed they did. We had nowhere else to be right now. Nowhere but here.

Gradually, he increased the speed, driving in harder with each stroke before he finally shuddered and came, his cock buried all the way inside me. Filling me with his hot cum.

He sagged over me, weight half on and half off my body.

"Fuck," he whispered.

I smiled. I knew that voice. Dallas, of course. He never could only go one round with me.

He managed to roll off me and undid Ramsey's shirt before pulling it off my eyes.

I turned around to face him. Ramsey and Storm sat on either side of the bed, watching us both.

"Are you going to untie me?" I asked.

"I like you like this," Storm said.

"Me too," Frost said, appearing in the doorway. Atlas and Jay were right behind him. "I vote we leave her like that."

"No," Dallas said. He started to untie the rope. "She needs a nice hot bath now."

"Good idea," Frost said. "Get her cleaned up for round two."

"There you go, threatening me with a good time again," I teased as Dallas scooped me up in his arms.

"It's not a threat." Frost followed us to the bathroom and turned on the tap to fill the bath with hot water. "It's a promise." He added some rose scented bath salts and threw in a bath bomb for good measure. When the water was high enough, he checked the temperature and nodded for Dallas to lower me in.

"Something you should know about me," Frost said. He leaned in until the tips of our noses were touching. "I always keep my promises."

"Me too," I said. I sank down deep into the water and let Frost wash my back. "I promise to let you enjoy my body when I'm nice and clean."

"Cute that she thinks she has a choice," Storm said.

I gave him a smile. I knew I always had a choice, but his dirty talk was one of my favourite things about him. That and being his usual growly, possessive self.

Chapter Eighteen

Chelsea

"How’s your range of movement?"I looked critically at Ramsey's knee.

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