Page 44 of Room Seven

Exhale.

Mirsha cradles my head to his chest and rocks his hips, stroking me without entering. Every movement sends a multitude of sensations rocketing through me.

He’s gentle at first and then the rocking picks up and it’s only a matter of seconds before my hips are moving and I’m matching his speed.

“Whoa, baby. Let us fuck you.” Strong hands hold my hips in place as Mirsha nudges my clit and Viper pushes into my ass.

“Noo, I need to come.”

“We know, but when we say. Not any sooner.”

For every second it takes Viper to sink balls deep inside me, I get a tap against my throbbing clit.

My walls clench and release. The burn is there. The fire and need. But not yet.

“Viper, hurry! The ache…it’s too much!” My pulse races.

“Yes, you can.” His large hands grip my ass, kneading the flesh.

Mirsha pushes me up and wraps warm lips around one nipple and then the other.

“Oh, fuck!” Screams of pleasure tear from my lips. There’s no way to control them even if I want to. The way sensations pour through me, either I release the tension or risk burning from the inside out.

Viper’s powerful hands grip my ass harder and he holds me in place as he drives deeper until his heavy balls slapped against her clit.

“Oh my God,” I pant, uncontrollably. A sheer layer of sweat breaks out over our bodies. For the first time in my life, I don’t know what to focus on more—the all-consuming pleasure, or the throbbing pain. It is all so fucking good.

“Now it’s my turn.”

Oh, God.

Viper wraps an arm around me and lifts so his mafia brother can poise the head of his cock at my entrance.

“Will this hurt? Oh, fuck!” My head falls against Viper’s shoulder. I sway, unable to hold myself upright from the onslaught of erotic sensations as he pushes his large girth into my already overstretched body.

Fire scorches nerve endings.

My head spins. I am so consumed by the swirling wildfires of pleasure filling my veins, I can’t think. I don’twantto think.

I clench around them, feeling every inch of their shafts filling me beyond the point of pain shifts into a hum of readiness.

Mirsha moves first and I gasp, cutting off his tortured groan.

I finally know what it is to be consumed by raging flames.

Emotions merge. What is theirs becomes mine. Tender flesh stretches and my body moves with theirs as they possess me fully.

Viper releases me and I fall over Mirsha’s broad, beautifully sculpted chest. Tiny nails bite into his flesh as they work me.

One thrusts in while the other withdraws.

Viper hisses, bending down low over me. His arm wraps around my waist and dips between our bodies. His lips press to my ear and he murmurs, “When you come, I want you to look at Luther. Show him the pleasure.”

Gladly.

I find my godfather watching through hooded eyes as Viper speaks. Luther’s head is tipped back and his angry cock looks eager to give me even more pleasure.

Viper rolls my clit, and I thrust back. It is too much and not enough. Dirty and wrong. My godfathers raised me like daddies, but here I am coming for them.

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