Page 32 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

She shivered and just when she had given up, when she accepted our teasing was the only thing she’d get, even though her men wouldn’t survive such a thing, Brooks pulled her down onto his cock. He filled her with one hard movement. She arched her back, the sound coming from her throat a mix between a yelp and a moan.

It was beautiful.

She rotated her hips with Brooks’ cock stretching her, trying to find her pleasure. He let her, the softie. His eyes were full of love as he looked up at her, at the way her tits were jutting forward with her hands bound behind her.

I almost snorted, but I couldn’t deny it was a beautiful sight. I leaned her over with one of my hands in her hair, directing her mouth to take Cameron’s dick into her mouth. Cameron quickly pulled her hair back into a ponytail with one hand and gripped the underside of her jaw with the other. I knew by the glint in his eyes he wasn’t going to take it easy on her or her throat.

I think I had the best view of them all. I could look over her body and watch her swallowing cock. Or I could look down and watch the way her pussy lips were spread wide around Brooks.

I took my time, making sure she was ready to take my cock, even though a sick part of me was whispering for me to take her too soon and hurt her. I couldn’t risk it since I wanted to be buried in her as many times as possible. My own need to keep going, to be able to love her for longer, saved her ass.

Literally.

I lubed up and stretched her with my fingers before I held onto the chain of the cuffs and pressed against the tight ring of muscle standing between me and what I wanted most—to be balls deep inside of her. The moment I pushed past, I took a deep breath and said fuck it.

I rammed home quick and hard, causing her to scream around Cameron’s shaft. He groaned and tipped his head back.

“Yeah, scream around my cock, pet. You have no idea how fucking good it feels,” Cam moaned.

I could only smirk before Brooks and I worked together to use the woman between us, the woman we love. It was so fucking good.

Her body tightened around us the harder we took her, the more filthy words we rained down on her, the more we reminded her that she has no fucking choice when it comes to us.

“Ours to use,” Brooks groaned.

“Ours to make bleed,” I gritted out through my teeth, one of my hands reaching around and brushing over the healing marks on her chest.

“Ours to fuck, anytime and in any situation,” Cameron sounded blissed the fuck out with his cock buried deep in her throat.

Our strokes were brutal and synchronized. Jessa started to thrash in our hold, trying to get away, trying to get air. We held tight and just went harder, faster, deeper. There was no denying us, there never will be. Not for her.

We all came together in an explosion which felt like fireworks. Fuck, I can still feel the way she tightened on my dick like her body was begging me to give in and give her what it wanted.

Cameron was the first to pull out, saliva and cum stretching from his dick to our pet’s mouth. His grin was feral, and I had no doubt he was going to draw the moment in one of his sketch books he thinks no one knows about.

What? I’m a snooper. It’s part of my charm.

Jessa was gulping down air as her entire body shook. Her eyes slid closed as her head dropped down onto Brooks’ chest. Exhausted. Depleted. Satisfied.

“I love you,” her mumbled words hit me right in the chest.

“Aiden!” Jessa’s shriek brings me back to the present as she tries to tug my hand away from her clit. “Stop! You told me not to come. Please,” she sobs.

I give her clit a long enough reprieve to rip her hand away from her dripping pussy. After I roughly fill her with two of my fingers, my thumb starts right back up again on her clit. Her fingers might as well be claws with the way they’re digging into the seat.

“Please, please, please,” her voice is a sinful prayer.

One which calls to me. One I want to heed. One I know deep in my soul.

I growl, “Come on my fingers, slut. Coat them and then lick them off.”

I pull up in front of our home and park just in time to look over and watch her pleasure wash over her. She’s always so damn beautiful when she comes. It’s almost unfair, but I wouldn’t want it any other way.

Her pussy sucks at my fingers as her moans fill the space around us. I almost wish other people were around so they could witness a sight so pure and glorious, but then I’d have to hunt them down because our woman’s pleasure is just for us.

Jessa rides out her orgasm and when her hands release the seat she grabs my hand, yanks it out from between her legs and brings it up to her mouth. She licks my fingers clean and then she goes to work on my palm where her arousal has dripped down.

Her gray eyes are locked with mine the entire time. She doesn’t miss a drop.

When she releases my hand, I wrap it around the back of her neck and pull her forward, kissing her hard and tasting her delicious pussy on her lips. I pour all my pent-up need into the kiss along with the sweeter promise of what is to come.

When I release her, I look her over, soaking up the sight and loving every single inch of it. Fuck. I have to physically shake myself out of my dirty thoughts.

I flash her a grin, one which isn’t touched by the darkness inside of me and the smile which blooms on our woman’s face is worth my weight in gold. I kiss her forehead and then her nose, her eyes, and her cheeks. I give her my thanks silently. For her trust. For her love.

“Now, pet, pull your pants up and then go and find Brooks. You two need to spend a little time together alone. Cameron and I will bring in the last of your stuff and we’ll join you in a little while.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her. “We have a bed to christen now that you’re officially here.”

She pulls her pants up and opens the door so fast she almost falls out. As her eager steps take her inside, my laughter follows her.

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