His British accent turns me feral. I spread my legs as far as they can go and grab his dick, bringing it to my pussy. “Stop talking and fuck me.”
A flash of hunger crosses his eyes.
He throws me onto my back with force and drags me to him, entering me immediately.
Nothing hurts anymore. All that remains is pleasure, and it still builds, increasing in sensitivity each time he drives into me. His dick fills up every inch of me, his thrusts constantly changing direction as he trials different angles.
I don’t expect him to stimulatetwosweet spots at the same time.
Clutching the table, I scream, “Fuck! Right there! Yes!Yes!”
“Let yourself go for us, darling,” says Cash, hands running over my breasts.
“Yes,” Diesel adds. “Come for us whenever you’re ready, Melissa. We’ve got you.”
My pulse runs away from me.
Sweat beads across my brow.
It’s nothing compared to what I feel growing inside of me, though. Bishop continues driving into me, hitting two sensitive spots at once. Accompanied with the nipple stimulation and Diesel’s finger at my clit, it’s impossible to hold back.
I shut my eyes, my body beginning to spasm. This time, I see colors. Colors I’ve never even seen before.
All the different areas of pleasure fuse into one powerful ball.
I let go.
Overwhelming pleasure crashes over me, filling every cell in my body. The orgasm pulsates through me, my pussy so sensitive it feels like it’s been set on fire.
The men hold my hands as I start to come down from my high, whispering words of affirmations in my ear. Slowly, my breath resumes to its normal rhythm, and the sweat running down my forehead begins to solidify.
What comes next isn’t tiredness. It’s a feeling of weightlessness.
I release a satisfied sigh.
Once I’m done, Cash produces a blanket and lays it over my body.
I relax, and shut my eyes as I try to make sense of what the fuck just happened. It was like I died and came back to life. Like I slipped away into another dimension. I could have been dreaming.
Except my pussy still throbs in memory of it all.
It really just happened.
I really just fucked three men who want Daddy dead.
The thought jolts me up. I take a sharp intake of breath.
“It’s okay, sweetheart.” Bishop lowers my head back down. “You’re safe.”
There’s the sound of footsteps and running water. I open one eye to find a dripping wet cloth in Cash’s hand.
“Lay still. We’re just gonna clean you up a little.” He applies the warm cloth to my center, mopping me up. Looking up from between my legs, he asks, “How are you feeling?”
“I feel…” I begin, racking my mind for the right word. “Like…I’m not a virgin anymore.”
That brings a chuckle out of Bishop. “I can’t believe how well you took each of us.”
“I can,” I say, bringing myself up into a seated position once Cash is done with the cloth. “You did something inexplicable to me the minute you entered the library.”