Page 54 of Gambit
Raphael jerks himself off as he watches the show. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this—broken and begging.”
I gag around Tarquin, tears streaming down my face mixed with saliva and pre-cum. But I revel in it; I was born for this wild, reckless freedom where I’m nothing but theirs.
Suddenly, there’s a pause in the onslaught. Oliver pushes Tarquin aside and replaces him between my lips without missing a beat. “My turn again,” he grunts, and I suck on him hard.
James grunts and unloads into me. “Little cum dumpster, aren’t you? You’re going to take all our cocks, baby girl. We are going to ruin you.”
I whimper as Raphael finally steps in, replacing James behind me. I brace myself as Raphael doesn’t bother with any pretext of gentleness, slamming into me with a force that knocks the breath from my lungs.
“Mine,” he growls with every punishing thrust. “You’re going to remember who you belong to.”
I’m teetering on the edge now, the mix of pain and pleasure colliding like a storm. Tarquin’s hand finds its way to my clit, circling it with ruthless precision until I’m crying out around Oliver’s cock, the world narrowing down to the sensations ripping through me. Raphael’s hands grip my hips, pulling me back onto his cock with a savagery that has me spiralling into delirium.
Raphael pulls me back onto his lap, and Oliver kneels in front of me. “Can the little whore take more than one at a time?”
“Let’s find out,” Raphael growls as Oliver settles in between my legs and rams his cock into my pussy alongside Raph’s.
“Fuck,” I pant. “Fuck.”
“Do you like that? Hmm. Do you like two cocks stuffed inside your cunt like a filthy little girl?” Oliver murmurs.
The forest is a blur around me—nothing exists beyond this circle of lust and power. My body trembles, the cold air nothing compared to the heat blazing through my veins as I’m repeatedly claimed.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Raphael pants, his thrusts growing erratic. “I’m close.”
Oliver thrusts in unison with Raphael, their cocks stretching me impossibly wide. I can hardly breathe, let alone speak, but the guttural sounds that escape me are all the response they need – a mix of pleasure and aching, sweet agony.
“Take it,” Oliver hisses, his voice thick with arousal.
Tarquin’s hands roam my body, pinching and teasing my nipples until I’m squirming between them, caught in a web of unrelenting desire.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Raphael grunts from beneath me, and I can feel him swelling even larger inside my ravaged pussy.
I’m jostled between them like a rag doll. My senses are overwhelmed; it’s just flesh and heat and the primal rhythm of sex. They use me like a toy – their toy – and I fucking love it.
Raphael groans loudly, his body tensing as he reaches his climax. He fills me with his hot cum as Oliver continues to pound into my dripping cunt. The sensation of being filled to the brink sends me over the edge into my own earth-shattering orgasm as Oliver shoots his load into me.
Just when I think it can’t get any more intense, Tarquin drags me up and rams me up against a tree. He lifts me up by my hips and slams his cock into my pussy, and I can feel every inch of him claiming me against the rough bark. My back scrapes against the tree, but the sting is nothing compared to the searing pleasure of Tarquin’s unrelenting thrusts.
“Mine,” Tarquin snarls, his hands leaving bruises on my hips. “Say it. Say you’re fucking mine.”
I’m delirious with lust, and I scream it out, letting the game go now. We are way past that. “Yours! I’m fucking yours!” My voice comes out raw and broken, but it only seems to spur him on more.
“You’re such a good fucking girl for us,” Oliver praises breathlessly as he circles around to watch me get fucked by Tarquin.
Tarquin fucks me harder against the tree, each thrust sending shockwaves through my body. “You can’t get enough of our cocks, can you?” he growls in my ear.
“No, no, I can’t,” I admit shamelessly between gasps. “Please don’t stop.”
“That’s right,” James says as he steps closer to join in again. “You were made for this – our dirty little queen.”
Tarquin growls low, and his cock pumps out his cum, drenching me so that it slides back out of my cunt.
James is ready to take me again, his hand going between my legs to scoop out as much cum as he can before he turns me around and pushes me again to my knees.
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JAMES
