Page 9 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

Cameron throws his head back and growls as his hips stall with almost his entire length buried down her throat. Jessa’s eyes widen and she starts to struggle underneath me, but I’m not going to let her up. I can’t. We never will.

I keep up my pace, filling her brutally. When Cameron pulls out of her mouth, she sputters and coughs. The way she wheezes for breath has me stilling to get myself under control because my cock is twitching and thickening.

“You better get down her throat because I’m about to fill her with my cum,” my voice is full of warning as I look at Brooks.

He smirks at me and hands the mirror to Cam to hold and steps up to her face. I have never been more grateful for a mirror in my fucking life.

“Wait, I’m not,” Jessa croaks, but she doesn’t get to finish because Brooks shoves his cock into her mouth, his large hands on either side of her head cover her ears.

She shudders underneath me and I start fucking her again, tightening my grip in her hair and helping her to bob up and down the length of one of my best friends. Cam is panting, his cock dripping saliva and some of his cum that she wasn’t able to swallow. He’s looking down at our woman with reverence in his eyes.

I can’t fucking blame him.

“Do you think she was going to tell us that she’s not on birth control?” Brooks’ voice is filled with feral amusement, “As if we don’t already know everything about her.”

She gurgles around his cock, and we share a look before we start to move faster. Using her. Taking her.

When Brooks’ presses deep into her throat, her nose brushing against his pelvis, she starts to struggle again. I chuckle darkly and fuck her harder, pressing her even deeper onto his cock with my grip and as I throw her body forward with my thrusts from behind.

“You might be struggling, our pet, but your pussy is telling me you’re about to come all over my cock again,” I barely get the words out through my gritted teeth, my own need riding me hard.

We fuck her together, filling her at the same time, rough and hard as sweat drips off our bodies. I stare into Jessa’s eyes through the mirror as I see her crumble for us, as I see her totally surrender. I’ve never seen anything more glorious.

Brooks pulls out of her throat, and she gasps for breath as best she can with her mouth still filled while she comes hard, her entire body shaking. I roar out her name as I slam into her one more time, filling her as deep as I can get with each jet of my cum. It’s almost painful with how hard she’s squeezing me. Brooks’ groan joins the mix and I watch Jessa’s eyes close in the mirror, her face a picture of pure fucking bliss as she swallows.

When we pull out of her, she slumps down over the tattoo chair, my cum dripping from her and saliva all over her mouth and neck.

I look at Brooks and Cameron, unable to wipe the huge fucking grin off my face.

“She’s ours,” we say in unison, like a fucking vow.

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