Page 86 of Sinful Desires

When her breathing labored, I knew she was close. He buried the object all the way to the hilt of the handle and swirled it in a circle as it remained deep inside her. Her legs shook uncontrollably from the pressure and pleasure combined.

“Say it,” Foster said this time, an edge to his voice as excitement consumed him. “Tell him how much of a slut you are for him.” She whimpered as Hunter retracted the object before he slammed back inside, forcing a scream from her lungs that nearly had me falling to my knees.

“Say it,” Collin growled in her ear, sending shivers through her body as she flinched away from his warm breath.

“Get the fuck off me,” she said breathlessly, repeating her words from earlier. Though, they didn’t hold much merit to them now as her chest rose and fell with uneven breaths and her pink nipples were hardened into peaks.

Hunter released a dark, sinister laugh. “Flip her over.” Collin’s eyes flashed to his, surprise flickering through them, but he obeyed.

Once the knife was withdrawn from her dripping cunt, Collin forced her onto all fours. Foster rolled his eyes once he saw my name and Hunter’s imprinted on her ass.

“What are you doing?” she demanded, her arms wobbling as her nerves ate away at her.

No one bothered answering her. Collin resumed his position beneath her, wrapping his legs around her body so that she wouldn’t be able to move. The new position had Aspen’s chest pressed against his and her ass was on display for the rest of us.

Hunter didn’t hesitate before plunging the knife in her ass. Lucky for her, she’d been wet enough so it went in with ease. Collin wrapped one hand around her throat and rested the other against her hip as he forced her back a little so that he could get a good view of her tits.

“This is so fucked up,” she whispered, her eyebrows drawn together as pleasure fought to worm its way onto her face.

Hunter then plunged it deeper inside her, forcing a scream from her throat. Her eyes watered from both pain and pleasure, her nails digging into Collin’s shoulders.

Removing his hand from her throat, she relaxed against Collin again. He took that opportunity to reach beneath her and he sunk a finger inside of her, forcing another moan from her lips. As he plunged his finger in her pussy, Hunter worked his magic on her ass. Neither one of them going easy on her.

Aspen started squirming against them, a series of screams flying from her as the stimulation became too much. Tears slithered down her face against her will, but her eyes were glazed with pleasure.

“You’re a slut, aren’t you?” Collin demanded right before inserting a second finger, and then a third. Her head fell against his shoulder as he continued playing with her pussy, her body trembling as her orgasm neared.

As if in sync with one another, Collin and Hunter both stopped their movements, refusing to let her come. A frustrated whimper left her and she started rocking against their hands with need and intent.

“Tell us that you’re a dirty little slut and we’ll let you come,” Hunter supplied, twisting the handle of the knife in her ass.

“I hate you so goddamn much, she bit out.

Collin nipped at her ear, forcing a breathy moan to leave her and a shiver to tumble through her. “The feeling’s mutual, sweetheart.”

They didn’t say anything else, waiting to see what she’d do. As expected, she stubbornly bit down on her lower lip in refusal.

“You hear that?” Hunter queried. “I don’t think she wants to come. What do you think?” His gaze moved to Collin.

Collin furrowed his eyebrows in mock confusion. “I don’t know. Let’s ask her.” Dropping his head to her shoulder, his breath fanned against her skin. “Do you want to come? This is your final offer.”

A frustrated huff left her, her gaze moving to meet Collin’s. “I’m your dirty little slut,” she snarled as if the words were painful to say. “Now make me fucking come—”

Before she could finish her sentence, they resumed what they were doing moments ago, drilling into her from both ends. This time, she rocked her hips into them, welcoming the pleasure induced pain. At once, they both drove into her as far and as hard as they could go, causing her to scream and shatter between them.

Hunter sank his teeth into her shoulder, forcing her back to arch. Collin took the opportunity, sucking a nipple into his mouth, gently grazing his teeth against it as her orgasm pulsed through her. A series of moans, curses, and screams tore through her.

Chest heaving, Hunter pulled away, his gaze raking down the girl in front of him. “Holy shit,” he said in awe, his gaze focusing on something. Craning my neck, my eyes widened once I realized what he was going on about. On the ground beneath her, was a puddle of clear liquid. Retracting his hand from her folds, Collin sucked her juices from his fingers, a groan rumbling through him.

She fucking squirted.

Releasing their hold on her, she rolled over beside Collin on her back and allowed him to get up. This had to have been one of the hottest things I’ve ever witnessed. Her body was still trembling from the intense orgasm, and as it passed, shame crawled across her face.

“Strap her to the table over there,” Foster ordered, his mask firmly back in place.

Hunter handed me my knife and without hesitation I wrapped my mouth around the handle to suck it clean. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as her scent and taste blanketed me. So fresh and so clean—like roses. Not the kind they bottled inside perfume, but fresh roses.

“You’re fucking sick,” Aspen snapped, Collin standing behind her. He already had her arms bound behind her again and was steering her toward the stone table.

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