Page 4 of Cruel Vows
Tanner wasted no time taking himself in hand, pumping his girthy dick as she contorted into a semi-seated position in the front seat footwell, carefully slipping her panties off that round, full ass. He grabbed her ass with the other fist and guided her down onto his length, groaning when she was fully seated.
Tanner had this thing for cock-warming, like it was some kind of power struggle for him. Making her sit there, his dick buried inside her but unmoving, was the highest form of torture, in my opinion. But she didn't seem to mind, her ass doing theoccasional wriggle as we hit a groove in the road and he was shoved deeper inside her.
One of Jack's hands wandered over and slipped up her shirt, palming a breast as we turned onto the final dregs of the drive, almost to the parking garage where we stashed all the Guild cars. "Fuck, these tits are nice and firm," he growled. "Fake, aren't they?"
She mumbled a subdued'yes'and looked away, the first visible show of shame since she'd climbed in the back of our ride with me.
"Fake ones are so perky," he continued, rocking his hips in his seat. "I like to slip between them and fuck them until I blow all over a bitch's face. You down for that?"
She shrugged again, her go-to gesture at this point. "I'll do just about anything you want, sugar."
All these whores were the same.
"What if we told you we wanted to string you up, fill every hole on your body, paint you like a fucking Picasso, and leave you dripping with cum, orgasmless and used up, while we jerked off in front of you for round two?"
That got her attention. "You don't plan to let me come?"
Tanner chuckled, slapping some of her exposed ass. "We like to call it 'competitive edging'. You'll love it, bitch, I promise."
She didn't seem too eager for what the night would hold anymore, but she'd long since passed the point where she could back out. When Jack pulled the car to a stop, sliding into the usual spot we occupied, Tanner shoved her off his lap and opened the door, laughing like a prick when she fell sideways and hit the ground on her knees.
It was a bit cruel, sure, but so were Tanner and Jack. The latter was worse because he liked to cut them up, liked to make them beg him for mercy, for their lives, before he decided to 'bemerciful' and let them go—or let them orgasm, whichever they wanted more.
He'd been spending too much time with the warped Scotsman, Angus. That sicko was a piece of work.
She stayed on her knees, supplicant and submissive like I liked them, waiting for her next directions. Jack got out of the driver's seat and stormed around the car, wrapping his fist in her hair before he yanked her along, kicking and screaming, toward the elevators. I followed close behind as Tanner rummaged around in the trunk for something.
By the time I reached the two of them, the elevator doors were almost closed, and I had to shove my arm in the section of the doors not yet closed to stop it from sealing on me. Jack wouldn't kill her if left alone, but he could be ruthless, and I didn't want him to ruin her before we had the chance to have some fun.
"You ain't waiting on Tanner?" I asked, slipping between the doors with a grunt. "He won't be happy."
"There's enough bitch to go around for most of the night," he said simply, his cock already out and hard in his hand. "Fuck me while she sucks this dick," he growled, slipping his pants around his knees. "Elevator only takes a minute and a half to hit our floor. Think you can get me off by then, whore?"
Trixie—or whatever her name was—dropped to her knees and pulled that pretty blonde hair back in a ponytail, her mouth already open for his cock as she whimpered eagerly. "Oh, god, that's hot," she whined, squirming with one of her hands in her lap, clearly aroused by the position she found herself in.
"Girls like you never do manage to get me all the way off on your own," he complained, bending over her to put his palm against the wall of the tiny rocking box as I slid into place, already half-hard again and ready to give him a pounding. "Takes a man to fuck me well enough to blow my load anymore."His leering grin met my gaze over a shoulder as I spit on my hand and stepped up to the plate.Tanner was gonna hate himself for missing this."Dean here gives great dick. Shame you're gonna miss out on it, dollface."
Before she could speak, he leaned his forehead against the wall and shoved his dick down her throat, groaning in pleasure when I slid home in his tight ass.
I let out a moan as a low vibration pulsed to life inside his depths, teasing my cock with slow, striated patterns as I bottomed out and hunched over his back, rocking into him with little to no hesitation.
Fucker had a vibrator in his ass.
"Shit, you asshole, that's nice," I panted, gripping his hair in my fist. The sounds of the girlglug-gluggingon his cock as I fucked him raw was enough to nearly bring me to completion again, right alongside the stimulation his little hidden toy provided. My eyes briefly lit on the floor number, widening when I realized I wasn't gonna make it to the finish line before we hit our destination.
Jack groaned and rocked his hips back on me, stunning me to action once more, and I redoubled my efforts, ramming him down Trixie's throat with the force of my thrusts. The tip of my cock butted against the fucking vibrator in his ass, and I came with a shout just as the fucking elevator doors slid open, revealing our precarious position to the fucking Scots, who stood there watching on in awe.
Angus grunted in disgust and turned away as Jack came with a shout, but the other Scot? Fergus palmed a steadily growing erection and fucking moaned, his tongue lolling almost as he watched the pretty little number clean Jack's cock with her eager tongue, his eyes widening as I slipped from the man's ass, watching my cum drip from his hole onto the elevator floor between his legs.
"Looks like I missed the party," he muttered, shaking himself from the lust-induced stupor. "Maybe give a guy a holler next time."
Jack pulled his pants back up and dragged the girl along again by her hair, disappearing down the hall toward our rooms with a cackle.
"Maybe get your own fucktoys, O'Leary. These ones are mine."
FOUR
TANNER—THE REBELS CREW
