Page 6 of Room Eighteen: My Pain, Their Pleasure

I’m not far from being done, the tension in the room both making time feel like it’s flying by and moving too damn slowly. I already know her mouth is going to feel like fucking heaven, but I can’t rush this. It’s bringing her too much pleasure.

We’re going to use her like the slut she is, treat her like a whore, but the reality is that it’s all for her. Because she needs it. Because she craves it. So do we. Treating her that way won’t stop us from also worshipping her and proving to her what her true worth is.

She has no fucking idea what is coming her way.

Aiden grips her thighs and pries them open, showing us her pretty pussy. I can tell with one look how fucking wet she is, and I barely stop myself from groaning. The smell of her arousal on the air tantalizes me and I’m not alone.

“So wet,” there’s reverence in Aiden’s tone.

Brooks starts to twist and pinch Jessa’s nipples, his eyes riveted between our woman’s thighs. Without warning Aiden plunges two fingers inside of her pussy and hisses out a breath. From his reaction, I swear I can feel how fucking tight and how soaked she is for us on my own fingers.

Aiden looks at Brooks and nods causing Brooks to pull his hands away. He nods at me and I lean back over our woman, now naked just for us, and get back to work.

“Fuck,” Aiden grunts, “you love the pain, pet.” I glance down her body to make sure he’s holding onto his control. His fingers aren’t thrusting into her, just filling her. “We’re going to give you so much that you won’t question how fucking beautiful it is to embrace it.”

Jessa’s whimper is all the fucking consent any of us need.

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