Page 28 of Noire Moon
My stranger filling my ass with his heavenly cock begins to fuck both of us with a powerful rhythm. That tattooed hand with the skull on it is still wrapped around the front of my throat, squeezing with just the right amount of pressure to have my body sparking like a livewire.
I’m so fucking close already; my only hope is that this feels as good for the two men fucking me. Ineedthem to come.
No, more than that, I want to be the reason they unravel quickly.
That in itself feels like an intensely heady rush of power. Even if they are treating me like nothing more than a toy to fuck with.
Strong fingers pinch my chin, yanking it to one side, turning my face to where Gold Mask is standing. When my eyes fly open, his cock is right there, fisted in his other hand. Pre-cum leaks from the reddened tip, and my mouth drops open.
He takes that as his opportunity, roughly hooking my bottom lip with his thumb. Using his other hand wrapped around his cock, he taps it against my swollen lips and then smears that glistening evidence of his own arousal all over the outside of my mouth.
I’m making an ungodly kind of panting noise as the man behind me keeps thrusting in and out, and the two cocks filling me pulse. The sensation of their lengths rubbing together against my inner walls is unbelievably intense, in the best kind of way.
At this moment, I’m certain I’ve died and gone to slutty heaven.
My gold-masked stranger shoves his cock inside my mouth. Every part of me is filled and consumed by these men, and I disappear off into a sea of fluffy clouds as they fuck me. Using me to chase their own pleasure, and I’m blissfully surrendered to all of it.
Drool runs down my chin, my pussy is pulsing, and my swollen clit is crying out to be touched. But of course, they’re not interested in letting me come.Yet.
I can only hope they will after they’ve finished with me.
Maybe it’s the way I clench around their lengths, lost in my own spiral of pleasure, but I feel the rhythm of him fucking my ass falter. His hips jerk and he grunts out something muffled behind his mask.
Beneath me, Bloodied Mask’s cock twitches, and I feel his stomach muscles bunch. The grip on my hips, that I’ve hardly had a moment to register that’s where his hands have drifted up to, tightens as his hips jerk underneath my thighs.
“Ffffuck.” The voice behind me barks out. Then they’re both coming. My pussy is flooded with his release, and I feel hot jets of cum inside my ass.
I can’t grasp hold of anything. My body is floating, tumbling, swan diving toward my own orgasm, and it’s taking everything in me not to fall apart.
The thrusts of the fat cock hitting the back of my throat grow more forceful, and there’s no warning; he doesn’t give me any hint or time to adjust before his own release bursts through him, and the salty tang of cum fills my mouth. I swallow him down the best I can, wanting to please him and show him just how good I can be for my masked stranger.
There’s a thundering in my ears as my pulse races. My body is a raw nerve ending, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to recover from the intense heights of this moment.
Just as I feel myself floating off into the night sky, hands are everywhere on me, all at the exact same time. Strong fingers from one dig into my hair and tug so hard my scalp burns. Two hands cup my breasts from behind and pinch down on my aching nipples. While another hand reaches down to find the swollen bud of my clit, applying firm pressure with a thumb.
I detonate on a long wail.
My body combusts like one of those smoke bombs. Sparks fly, and the room goes black, and I let out an anguished, keening cry of pleasure as my orgasm claws its way through me with razor-sharp teeth.
Everything clenches and shakes, and I have no idea what is coming out of my mouth, but every inch of me has unraveled in spectacular fashion.
I’ve no doubt broken every single rule about speaking or making sounds, yet, I’m entirely incapable of knowing what just came out of me. I’ve flown out of my head completely.
A powerful rolling wave keeps jolting through me, and I’m slumped forward, panting, while damp coats my brow. I can’t possibly move, and I have no idea what I’ll do if they demand that I get the fuck out of here now that they’ve got what they wanted and had their way with me.
Hands encourage me to stay upright when the boneless, heavy-limbed sensation tries to drag me down. Something cold is pressed against my lips. A drink is produced, and I’m encouraged to drink it with gentle touches of my chin. It’s alcohol of some kind, that burns a fast track when it slips down my already raw throat.
I swallow thickly before taking another sip under the silent command of one of the men.
God, everything is so floaty. Heavy. Drenching me in a weighted blanket that tugs me toward a darkness rising up from the floor like an inky well. That’s when the shadowy scene before me slides away, as my heavy eyelids droop closed, and I lose touch with reality.
Chapter 10
The rumble of heavy trucks and impatient honking of commuter traffic on the street below my apartment wakes me.
Refusing to accept that it’s morning, and time to consider getting my ass out of bed, I nuzzle down into my pillow. A crack of light makes an unwelcome appearance through the curtains where they don’t quite meet, and it cuts a garish bright line across my bed.
As much as I want to go back to sleep—because holy shit, I don’t remember ever feeling this tired—there’s no way I can now that the morning sun has begun streaming in.
