Page 9 of Room Seven

“Oh, dear sweet baby Jesus.” I drag the edge of my bottom lip between my teeth.

Luther and Mirsha chuckle softly on either side of me.

“My sweet, little innocent Aster. Don’t be afraid,” Viper urges and takes my hand in his. We both groan when my fingers wrap around his hard, dripping length.

“God, you’re going to be our undoing in the worst way possible.” His head falls back against the tree and I take pride in making a man hardened by crime weak.

“Stroke him,” Mirsha urges and I follow the rough, growled command.

“Like this?”

“Fuck yes, baby. Good girl. Up and down, just like that. Feel the wetness dripping over your hand?” Luther murmurs into my ear and then trails his warm lips up the side of my neck.

“I do,” I breathe into the night. Hot, sticky pre-cum dribbles from the slit through the bulbous head. I grip him and love how the throb of his heart pulses in my hand. I work my hand down and back up, forcing more hot liquid to spill over.

Oh, damn, that is sexy as fuck.

That thought comes with another. This is truly happening. Realization races through my mind just like the white-hot heat consuming every drop of blood in my veins.

“That’s all for you, baby. All for you. Look what you do to your godfather.”

Mirsha leans in on my other side and his hands curl around my waist. Between us, the throbbing thickness of his cock presses through his dress pants and against my thigh.

He’s so impossibly hard that there is no way he’s not hurting. I can feel it as if it’s my pain, but his pleasure is focused on Viper and me.

“Want to drive him crazy? Use the pad of your thumb and smear that milk over the head,” he coaxes in a hard rasp.

I blush scarlet, but do as commanded. One stroke of my thumb and Viper thrusts into my hand. When I do it again, my reward is more hot pre-cum.

“Fuck you, Mirsha,” Viper growls before claiming my lips in a hard, punishing kiss. “Your touch is beyond heavenly.”

We stand there, the storm of pain inside me morphing into another beast. Only this one is fueled by pleasure instead of suffering.

I break the kiss to drag my lips down the side of my godfather’s neck, stopping only long enough to feel the beat of his racing heart beneath my tongue.

I don’t have an ounce of experience, but everything flows naturally between us. It is as though I can feel what they need from me through some unseen connection. All I have to do is relax and feel.

Behind me, Mirsha and Viper find the edges of my dress. They caress, bite, and lick their way up the backs of my legs and thighs. It’s only seconds until the hem of my dress is pushed past the globes of my ass to reveal my little secret only Mirsha knows about.

“You came after us ready to sin, didn’t you, sweetness?” Luther accuses me between biting and kissing every exposed part of my body. One of them holds me open for the other as he teases a light touch over my drenched folds. But the light strokes and touches don’t stop there.

Mirsha and Luther are not men who stop at a little foreplay, I quickly discover.

I swallow thickly and lean deeper into Viper’s arms. Curious fingers drip between my folds before finding my most intimate spot.

Pressure against my rear entrance forces me to the tips of my toes. “Aster?”

I close my eyes and take a deep breath to find the courage to confess. “Yes. Yes, I came here wanting you.” My lips part from the force of my heavy breathing.

Viper’s hands find their way into my loose hair. “Taste me,” he murmurs roughly and then gathers the hot liquid spilling from the thick head of his cock. Using the pad of his thumb, he smears his milk over my lips.

Behind me, both men work in tandem to drive me insane with lust. One strokes a finger around my sensitive nub in languid, wide circles while the other teases my puckered back entrance. Neither fully breaching, just teasing me.

“Argh!”

I push back, but they only chuckle wickedly.

I lick my lips clean only for Viper to push me to my knees and guide his thick, beautiful cock to my mouth.

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