Page 26 of Noire Moon
My nipples are so sensitive. I’d give anything for one of these men to make contact with them, just once. It’s an agony knowing they’ve brought me glimpses and hints of pleasure and release, yet they also haven’t really touched me properly.
There’s a crudeness about knowing the feel of their cocks inside me, of my body stretching to accommodate them individually. However, they’ve hardly done more than grip my hair or my hips for brief moments.
The glow of the fire is lower now. The room cast in much heavier shadows, with everything taking on that unmistakable feel of the witching hour.
I honestly have no idea how much time has passed since I first entered this mansion. How long has it been since I first entered this room?
What I do know for certain, is that I might combust if I don’t get the opportunity to have all these men at the same time.
I wait dutifully for their next command, kneeling here, bathed in shame and longing.
Copper Mask reads me like a book. “Fuck yourself down on his cock since you’re staring at his Jacob’s Ladder like you wanna choke on those bars again… but make sure that ass is ready for me. You’re going to take all of us, and we’re not in the mood to go easy on such a filthy, desperate cum-whore.”
Am I supposed to feel this collision of emotions at the crass nature of his taunts? Surely this isn’t meant to make me feel so enamored, and yet, here I am.
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. There’s no hesitation as I climb over the massively proportioned, silent man as helies there, with one fist wrapped around his length. Leveraging myself over his waist, I straddle my knees on either side of him.
That’s when our eyes lock once more.
They’re burning.
For the first time I feel as if he’s speaking to me. He flicks his gaze through the mask to my hesitant hands, then dips his chin.
Put them on me.
His big hand guides his cock to my slick entrance, and I bite back a low moan as I do as he tells me to—placing my hands against his thick chest. When my body sinks down, every notch of his rows of piercings make their reacquaintance with my channel. I gradually slide down his length, taking him to the hilt, bar by pleasurable bar rubbing my inner wall.
My heart pounds inside my ears, but now that my palms are pressed against his warm, smooth skin, I feel the sensation of his heart thudding almost as frantically as my own. A rumbling vibration comes from inside his chest.Shit. Holy shit.
His cock feels even more incredible now that I’m so overstimulated and swollen and sensitive. Not only that, but I’ve just had the tiniest glimpse that he’s affected by this experience, too.
My eyes go wide as I lose myself in the sight of his pupils dilating further across those dark irises.
Taking all three of them isn’t just going to drive me over the edge, it’s going to scoop my body up and toss me into a bottomless crevasse of pleasure. Somewhere deep inside my brain, I send up a quiet prayer that hopes against hope to never wake up from this.I don’t want to wake up from this dream. My lust-addled mind declares over and over.
A hot palm presses into the space between my shoulder blades, tipping my balance so that I have to draw closer to the man below me. My panting breaths are so close to his mask. Having my hands on him like this, leaning close, it’s not onlythe first time I’ve touched him, but it also puts us in a far more intimate position than anything up until now.
Something in his gaze traps me there. It’s somehow fierce and potent, while also giving me a sense of safety with him, and I can’t quite grasp why I feel that way.
Especially not when he’s refused to say a single word to me.
Never mind that he fucked my face, painted my tits with his cum, and yet inexplicably I don’t feel intimidated. He might look like he’d crush me, yet I don’t get the impression he would. The other two are both very much threats to my health, but this man draws me in, and I’m so deeply messed up because I start to glow all over. Meanwhile, his dick settles deep inside my pussy.
A sharp sting greets my ass. Another flick with that wicked blade, to add to the welted lines left there earlier.
My body clenches and jerks away from the pain as I worry I’ve done something wrong, but then realize I’m still following orders, only this time the instruction has come from the man at my back, rather than the one currently boring holes into my skull wearing the bloodied mask. The ginormous figure who silently commands my attention from his position on his back beneath me.
I don’t even know what the third figure in this scene is doing. I’m so overwhelmed just with the presence ofone, let alone three.
Then, Copper Mask is there, hard and looming over my spine, currently opening what I certainly hope is lube from the sound of thepopof a cap.
Cold gel drizzles over my ass. The sensation makes me flinch, and my pussy clamps down around the cock buried deep inside. It doesn’t exactly bring out a noise, but I feel a distinct rumbling beneath my palms pressed against his chest.
“Mmm, I bet she feels perfect wrapped around you and squeezing tight. Let’s see how good those piercings feel while weboth fuck her.” He sounds even more intense. Now it’s almost like he’s gritting his teeth, and as if to prove the point of how much they are in total control of my body, one of his tattooed hands wraps around the front of my neck.
“Don’t you fucking dare come unless we give you permission to.” His fingers dig into my airway, and I wet my lips. Meeting the darkened eyes of the other man as I pant and squirm in anticipation, seated on top of him, and already unbelievably full with him alone.
I can feel Copper Mask shifting behind me now. His weight dips the cushions; then I feel the fat head of his erection press against the lubed-up spot between my cheeks as he glides through my seam.
