Page 24 of Noire Moon
“Get on his cock.” Copper Mask is so close, the hard shell of his mask brushes against my ear. Before letting me go, he makes sure to run the tip of his knife back up over the soft curve of my stomach. Up, up, up he allows himself to roam that blade freely, seemingly at his leisure, until the cold kiss of metal settles between the swell of my breasts.
Expert handling of a deadly weapon shouldn’t be turning me on, but the whimper that escapes me tells him everything he needs to know.
Having that blade settled between my cleavage winds my desire higher.
He uses the sharpened tip to flick at one of my aching nipples, and I have to bite down on the inside of my cheek so that I don’t simply crumble on the spot and start begging immediately.
The point of contact leaves a sting that burns hot and bright for a moment, followed by a bead of wetness tracking down the curve of my breast. Oh my god, he actually cut me.
One of those tattooed hands reaches around, and with a swipe of his forefinger, he gathers up the ruby-red droplet and hums a deep, dark sound at the sight of my blood.
“I suggest you listen carefully. A taste of blood is far too tempting for men like us.”
With that threat hanging in the air, he leaves me to carry out my instruction.
Now, I’m faced with the task of awkwardly positioning myself in Gold Mask’s lap while completely naked, and he’s still a mystery to me. I want to know what his body looks like, but something tells me this man won’t be so quick to reveal any more of himself. Not his voice, not his face, not his body either, from the looks of it.
Taking a steadying breath, I begin to climb into his lap. The leather armchair is wide and has enough room for me to go about positioning my weight over him.
There’s absolutely nothing graceful or sexy about what comes next.
The entire act feels just as awkward as shoving my cheek into the carpet with my ass in the air, and raw embarrassment curls low in my stomach. My eyes stay low because I’m painfully aware of the fact every inch of my body is being put on display for all three of these men.
Earlier on, I didn’t know that we had an audience. There was nothing complicated about losing myself in the moment of the other two men using my body. Now? Now, I’m intimately acquainted with how their stares feel branding my naked skin.
As I manage to settle on my knees, every part of my body burns up with the riot of emotion and sensation ruling the show. There’s the unmistakable feel of him nudging at my core, the fat head of his cock is right there, and I gasp.
I’m so fucking wet.
In order to do this, I have to slip one hand down, wincing as I brush against my slick pussy lips, revealing the dirty little secret… that I’m insanely turned on.
Each seeking, searching movement of my fingers illuminates a naughty, hidden revelation about my body that I know is there, yet touching that part of myself and actually feeling the evidence confirms it vividly.
As I wrap my grip around his cock, that’s when I feel a genuine reaction for the first time. He jerks slightly as I take him in hand, followed by a hiss from behind his mask.
That singular, clipped noise makes my heart lurch.
Except, I can’t focus on that. I can’t focus on the fact that this stern, guarded man just made a sound when I touched his cock, because the tip of him easily notches at my entrance as I guide him there.
I’ve been holding my breath the entire time.
My pussy is already fluttering wildly in anticipation of taking him inside me.
Oh. My. God.
There’s no way I can fit all of him inside at this angle. I’m going to have to shift backward. I’m going to have to reposition myself. I’m going to have to…
He strikes before I do anything else. Rough fingers grab my hips, and Gold Mask shoves my body down as he thrusts up into me. His length fills me right to the hilt, and a loud, porny moan erupts past my lips. It’s against all their rules, but I can’t fucking help it. I simply can’t, even if it means they don’t let me out of here alive.
Fuck me. These three men are going to ruin me forever.
My breasts bounce with the force of his thrust. He’s so deep, I clench around him, teetering on the edge of coming after the way this entire night has edged me relentlessly.
A slick noise, mixed with a deep groan, draws my attention.
The man with all the wicked words and the copper mask is between the other man’s legs. While I’m kneeling here in such a filthy, exposed position, they’re having their own fun. His mask is pushed back on his head, but I still can’t see anything except for the back of him. There’s no mistaking that he’s taking my other stranger down his throat. I’m feeling the ghost of his thick,pierced cock on my own tongue while swallowing down all the wanton noises that want to climb past my swollen lips.
Above him, the giant leans back, thighs spread wide. It’s impossible to know his reaction, as there’s still no sound coming from him. No words. No noises or grunts of pleasure to indicate what he’s experiencing with a hot mouth wrapped around his dick and those rungs of silver barbells.
