Page 19 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Aiden’s lips twist in a grin full of sin. He stares into her eyes, but he responds to me. “Of course she does. Because she’s a little pain slut. She loves the threat and the possibility of danger.”

Cam leans against her back, one of his hands coming to rest on her waist above mine. His voice is mocking, “Your little pussy was so fucking wet today when I snatched you right off the street. No one helped you and you loved it. Your nipples were so fucking hard they could have cut glass.” He licks a long stripe up her neck at the same time Jessa moves her hips slightly and pushes backwards. “Tell us how much you loved it, our little whore.”

“Yes,” she gasps even as she winces slightly. The pressure around my dick increases slowly and I can feel Cam slide inside her. “I didn’t understand it,” she tries to defend herself, but Cam leans back slightly and slaps her ass, the sound of it filling the room. She sucks in a sharp breath, her voice high, “I loved it.”

Cameron wraps his other hand around the front of her throat and he looks over her shoulder, his blue eyes boring into me. I give a strained nod and then we move her together, using her body to fuck us. We start out slowly, more to get into a rhythm than her comfort.

“So fucking tight,” I growl. “You like having both your holes being filled, pet?”

Jessa’s eyes slide closed as her body relaxes above us, our hold on her the only thing holding her upright. “More. Fuck,” she gasps as we slam her down onto us harder.

I start to thrust upward, and we make sure we’re filling her completely at the same time, wanting her to feel as full as possible. We want her to feel us for days. We want her to know we own her, every single part of her.

“That’s right,” Cam grits out through his teeth, “push back against me. Give yourself over to it.” His voice sounds like a slap, “Surrender.”

Jessa goes boneless, giving herself over to us and not giving a fuck if we take it too far. We won’t, even if there is an evil voice whispering in my ear that we should. I shake it off because we might want to break her apart piece by piece to put her back together again, but we also want to keep her.

“You look like a fuck doll,” Aiden moans softly and Jessa’s answering moan is pure fucking dark magic.

Cameron releases his grip on her throat and Aiden grabs her head. The dark tattoos on his large hands blend into her black hair as he moves her where he wants her. Cameron and I support her as we continue to move her body and fill her over and over again.

“Open,” Aiden demands, none of the nice, funny guy he is during the day to be seen. His brown eyes are so dark they look black.

Jessa’s mouth pops open like a good fucking girl and I give her hips a squeeze in acknowledgement. The way her pussy squeezes me as she grinds her hips slightly tells me she understands.

“I’m going to feed you my cock until your choking on it and have no other choice than to swallow my cum,” Aiden sounds deranged. “You ready to be used by all three of us, pet?”

She moans and sticks her tongue out so it hooks around the head of Aiden’s cock. He barks out a curse and then plunges himself inside of her mouth, not giving a fuck when she gags almost immediately. His fingers twitch and I know he’s holding himself back, even if it’s just barely.

The three of us move as one, our one true center between us. She gives herself over to us so beautifully. I don’t even think she’s aware of it. Maybe we’re the only ones who would be able to see it that way.

Aiden’s head drops back as I feel sweat start to coat my skin with the effort it’s taking me to stop myself from filling her pretty pussy. She’s squeezing me in a staccato rhythm as Cameron and I speed up our movements. I can see the strain on Cameron’s face too.

My balls are tingling with need, but I can’t come. Not yet. Soon. Very fucking soon.

“That’s right,” Cameron growls, “tighten your ass around my dick.”

Aiden is fucking Jessa’s face, holding her in place as saliva drips from the corners of her mouth and her cheeks are wet with tears. Gorgeous. I want to take a picture, but I know I’ll never forget the sight. I’m tempted to get her tattooed on me just like she is now—filled with cock and loving it.

Maybe, but I don’t want to risk some other fucker seeing it. These guys are the only ones I’ll ever share her with. Possessiveness rises in me at the thought of someone trying to take her from us or her running from us. I start to move faster, chasing something and punishing her for the thought even entering my head.

Jessa gasps a breath as Aiden pulls out. When he plunges back inside, she moans around him. He lets out a strangled sound before muttering, “Not going to last long, her mouth is too fucking good and I still taste her blood on my tongue.”

I’m not any better. It’s right there, we all know it, we can all feel it.

Jessa’s body starts to shake as she bucks against us. I don’t think she means to do it, but it only makes my fingers tighten, my blunt nails digging into her flesh, refusing to let her go.

Everything seems to heighten and sharpen and there’s nothing I can do to stop what is upon us. It’s going to hit all of us hard. I hope I’m obliterated completely.

It builds.

We fill her.

It builds.

She makes a gurgling sound which makes my body buzz and Cameron grunt.

It builds.

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