Page 34 of Room Twenty-Seven: Theirs to Punish

“I love the way your pussy clenches down on me,” Luke marvels as he works two fingers into my tunnel. “Like it wants to suck me in.” He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue while his digits massage my G-spot, and the entire world explodes in a shower of rainbows and glitter and bright, blinding light. I’m transported by pleasure, undone by bliss.

“It’s so pretty when you come,” Oliver grunts, sitting close to me. It’s the first thing I hear once I begin to come down from my dizzying high. “Pretty Lilly. So beautiful.”

I turn my head and lock eyes with him, and the pleasure that was starting to subside builds again all at once. Watching him watch me, watching as he fists his cock feverishly… It's almost too much.

Nik greedily slides himself into my mouth in time with Luke pushing his way into my quivering pussy. Time melts away in the face of ecstasy while hands roam my skin, and I’m ravaged by one cock after another. Bane quickly replaces Luke when he has to step back or else risk coming too soon, holding my legs in the air and rocking the table back and forth with the force of his thrusts. When Nik takes his turn, he rolls me onto my stomach with my feet on the floor so he can play with my asshole while fucking me hard.

I’m lost. I can’t think; I can’t speak. I can only moan helplessly while Luke and Bane take turns in my mouth. My saliva drips on the table the way my pussy drips down my thighs.

“That’s right… fuck her hard…” Oliver instructs in a tight whisper that tells me he’s closing in on the finish. “Fuck that pussy. Make her scream.”

I’m going to scream. I can’t help it. I’ve come so many times I lost count, but the big one is on its way, building in my core, threatening to tear me apart from the force. Nik’s thumb teasing my asshole, the sounds of lust as I pleasure Luke and Bane, and Oliver’s urgent moans—all of it mixes until there’s no choice but to howl out my release and collapse against the table in a sweaty, shaking heap.

“Oh… fuck, I’m gonna come…” Nik grunts as he pounds me mercilessly.

“Come inside her,” Oliver begs. “I need to see it.”

One final thrust and Nik practically howls before filling me with his seed. As soon as he finishes, he rolls me over, and I lie back, legs in the air, inviting Luke and Bane to add their cum to what’s already dripping from my pulsing hole.

They aim for my mound before letting loose, rope after rope of sticky fluid splashing against my skin until it coats my pussy. Oliver watches before standing in front of me, his hand a blur, his face flushed.

“Give it to me,” I beg, lifting my head to watch. “Give me your cum, Oliver. Please. I need it.”

“I… oh… fuck!” His head falls back an instant before he erupts and drenches me. I almost can’t handle the satisfaction of watching him come undone and do what I know he’s wanted for years.

When he opens his eyes and finds me staring up at him, I offer a smile that I hope relays how I feel. That I wish he would kiss me, touch me, fuck me.

But if this is as good as it gets, that’s more than enough for me.

EPILOGUE

THREE MONTHS LATER

Oliver

I’d liketo think of myself as open-minded, but something about meeting my kids at a sex club doesn't quite feel right. I know we’re technically not doing anything wrong. Lillian is not related to me by blood, yet there was a time I treated her like she was my daughter. My feelings for her didn’t change until she was an adult, and she hadn’t lived under my roof in years. So why does guilt linger in my gut about seeing her that way now?

Of course I know the answer. I’m guilty because I know Niklas has been in love with her since they were kids. I won't be the kind of father who stands in the way of his son’s happiness. But things have changed once again. Nik is happy, and so are Bane and Luke.

Sometimes I feel like there might be room for me as well. Other times I feel like a burden. I don’t want them to assume they’re responsible for me or owe me anything, and if I were stronger, I wouldn’t even have agreed to meet here. But I’m a weak man, and if I get a chance to have Lilly in any way, I’ll take it. Even if I can only watch.

“You must be Oliver,” a half-dressed woman greets me at the door. “I’m Natalia; I’ll show you to your room.” She gives me a megawatt smile I’m not able to return in the slightest, but she doesn’t seem to care.

I follow her through the lively club, up to the first floor, and down a hall until we’re in front of a door with the number 27.

“Enjoy,” Natalia tells me before spinning around and making her way back downstairs.

“Here goes nothing,” I murmur to myself as I reach for the handle to push open the door.

My heart races. My mouth goes dry, and my dick goes so hard it threatens to burst through the zipper of my slacks.

Fucking Christ.

Lillian is sitting on a bed in the center of the room, wearing nothing but a red bow around her waist. No matter how many times I’ve seen her naked, I can’t get enough. Nothing will ever be enough.

Nik, Bane, and Luke sit on a sectional in the corner, fully dressed and sipping on some amber liquid.

“What’s going on?” I manage to rasp out, past the giant lump in my throat.

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