Page 31 of Violet Craves

“Fuck yes, baby, your mouth is so fucking good. Swallow my cock like a good whore. Take it, all of it,” he grunts out the words, a staccato rhythm in time with every thrust. He holds my head still knowing I can’t keep any type of solid pace when the other men are jostling me about.

I stumble through the slopiest blow job of my life, torn between enjoying the brutal pace the boys have now taken on and also trying to focus on Mario’s cock in my mouth. He doesn’t seem to mind my lack of skill as his thrusts pick up, fucking my throat in earnest. I choke and gag as he slides down my throat, my eyes watering continually, but I still don’t stop or pull away.

I want to give them this. I want to give themeverything.

“You’re so fucking beautiful when you cry like this. You’re a mess with your mascara running down your cheeks, your lipstick smeared all over my cock, my best friends destroying your cunt and ass,” Mario pants as he rubs the tears coating my face. “Fuck, keep going, kitten. Keep taking all three of us like our perfect little whore.”

The sounds of their grunts and moans are so goddamn hot that I’m not sure how much longer I can hold on. The orgasm that I’m keeping at bay until they allow me to cum is burning up my insides. My silent tears start to become sobs once again as I fight the internal battle to not finish. My pussy clenches and tightens around Zander and Rook and a chorus of curse words ring out.

“Fuck, Little Flower, your fisting my fucking cock,” Rook grunts, wrapping his hand around my body to work my clit in fast, rough circles. “You need to cum don’t you? You need to cum all over our monster cocks?”

I nod and moan around Mario’s cock and the sound of my neediness is strange even to my own ears.

“Do it, do it now, cum all over us. Soak us, princess,” Zander growls and as soon as the words leave his mouth, I let go. I cum so fucking hard, my arms and legs give out and my vision blanks. I’m vaguely aware of Mario ripping his cock out of my mouth and I release a guttural scream.

“Holy fucking shit, you’re strangling my cock. Oh fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to cum,” Rook shouts and he too pulls his cock from my body.

“Fuck, princess, keep squeezing my cock. You’re such a good slut cumming all over my dick. Give it to me baby, give me all your cum,” Zander chants as he fucks me through my orgasm. The incredible pleasure goes on and on and one orgasm turns into another. “Oh fuck, I can feel you squirting all over me, baby, I’m fucking soaked.”

Zander moans loudly as he pulls me down on him, forcing himself so deep he hits my cervix. I feel him stiffen and pulse inside of me. The heat from his cum evident even inside the condom. As soon as the first wave of his orgasm hits him, I feel the hot splash of Rooks cum land across my back at the same time Marios’ lands on my face and chest. I shudder from the aftershocks of my orgasm. They pulse through me every time Zanders still hard cock throbs inside of my pussy.

When the grunts finally cease, I collapse onto Zander, fully sated, exhausted, and boneless. Rook chuckles as he crashes next to us and surprisingly, Zander holds me tightly to his chest and kisses the top of my head. Mario drops down onto the bed, leaning against the headboard. All of us are breathing heavily and basking in the afterglow of the best sexual encounter of my life. I have no idea what time it is and part of me feels like this may have all been a dream but I’m too tired to care let alone peel my eyes open.

I don’t know how long we lay there in silence but I think I may have passed out because the next thing I know, I’m being carried to the bathroom.

“Shower with me my Little Flower. W”re both a mess,” Rook chuckles. He steps into my only bathroom and turns the large wall-in shower on, all while holding me like a baby. My eyes are barely open and I squint against the bright light in the white bathroom and groan at my temporary blindness.

Rook tests the water and steps in before gently setting me on my feet. I close my eyes and lean into him, allowing him to hold me up.

“You did so good sweet girl, I’m proud of you,” he murmurs.

Look, I’m not an emotional woman. I’m a strong, independent badass bitch. But these men are wreaking havoc on my senses and emotions. His sweet words of praise and caring actions cause a burning in my eyes that I don’t understand. I have cried more tonight than I have since my divorce. It’s ridiculous. My only saving grace is the shower water disguises my puny human emotions.

Rook continues to give me beautiful compliments as he takes care of me. He washes my hair, scrubbing my scalp with soothing strokes, adding shampoo, and massaging my head. I may or may not moan in response. He conditions my hair and washes my body, making sure to remove all of our collective cum and sweat. We stand in the shower, under the hot water, not speaking but just relaxing until the water goes cold.

I don’t know how or why, but standing in the shower with him supporting all of my weight as he soothes and sways my body, isn’t awkward. I would think that this would all be strange as fuck but it’s not. It’s comforting in a way I don’t think I have ever experienced. This entire night has been a whirlwind of off-the-charts pleasure, fun, and surprisingly, connection.

When I wrote my book and spent months lusting after these men, I nevereverwould have seen this happening. I still cannot believe this is real.

“Oh it’s real alright,” Rook says, sounding equally shocked. I jump, my eyes flying open. He’s looking down at me with an expression I can’t place and I can feel my cheeks heat.

“I didn’t know I said that out loud,” I whisper. “I think I was half asleep.”

I’m embarrassed, not knowing what else I may have said. Apparently, I’m more drained and out of it than I thought. Countless orgasms will do that to a girl. Rook continues to stare at me, face still unreadable. His brows furrow and he looks as though he wants to say something. His mouth parts but we’re interrupted by the bathroom door slamming open.

“Hurry up, there’s only one shower, and I’m wearing someone else’s cum. Better be one of yours because I’m going to flip my shit if it’s my cousins. People shouldn’t share DNA like this,” Mario grunts with what I’m assuming is a fake gag. Maybe real, who knows. I wouldn’t blame him.

“Bring it over here. I’m sure our Little Flower will lick you all clean,” Rook chuckles.

I growl and shake my head making him laugh harder. He squeezes me as he turns the shower off. Before I can move to get out, he slides his hands under my ass and picks me up. I let out a startled squeak but wrap my legs around his waist and hold on like a spider monkey.

“Don’t come near me and expect anything from my tongue. The most you’ll get is my teeth making you bleed,” I grunt.

“Oh look, the adorable kitten’s claws are back out,” Mario laughs as we pass him in the bathroom. He winks and slaps my already sore ass making me cry out. “Oops, sorry kitten. Make sure Z takes care of that.”

Rook sets me on the counter and riffles around my bathroom, opening, and closing cabinets until he finds what he’s looking for. He wraps me up in a big, fluffy purple towel before tucking another one around his waist. I smile at the precious sight in front of me. This big, tattooed man, wrapped in my purple towel that looks like a hand towel on his 6′0 plus frame.

“Shut it, Flower,” he snaps but I see the mirth behind his words.

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