Page 69 of Vicious Intentions

His cock was a creation of beauty, so perfect with the veins on either side pumping with blood, the tip a dark purple. He grinned, seeing what had to be an expression of awe. I’d never sucked a man who had a piercing, and as the excitement built, he issued a ragged growl. “Suck me, baby. Don’t stop until I tell you it’s okay.”

He pushed my head down until I was able to drink in the musky scent of his testosterone. There was something especially dirty about being on all fours inside an SUV made for a mafia man, a vehicle to keep him safe and alive. And the thought of sucking his cock made my mouth water. I licked around his cockhead, taking my time to savor the flavor.

He settled further into the leather seat, keeping his fingers tangled in my hair. Every breath he took was labored; his jaw clenched as he stared at me.

The man was in total control of himself, as if he would lose everything if he weren’t. It was a strange feeling, yet one I knew to be true. I rolled my hand under his cock, fingering his balls. They were already swollen, yet tight. When I squeezed the sac, a look of satisfaction popped onto his face.

I raked one nail up and down the side of his shaft, swirling the tip around his cockhead. When another bead of precum trickled past his slit, I was greedy, dragging my tongue through it. He laughed as if the small amount was just the tip of the iceberg. The feeling of Cristiano’s cum dripping down the insides of my thighs was scintillating, adding to the moment of raw pleasure.

Seconds later, Hunter squeezed behind me, planting one foot on the carpeted flooring, immediately tapping his cock against my aching bottom.

“My turn, little lamb,” he whispered, then bent over, licking and nipping my shoulder. “And I have a feeling you like it rough.”

Cain allowed me to answer, stroking my hair briefly as he peered down at me.

“Yes.” I was shocked at the ease of my quick reply, wanting to hate myself for admitting what I’d only allowed in fantasies.

“Good girl,” Hunter praised, and I shivered to my core. Even the sound of his voice added to the rush of excitement. How had the three men seen through the carefully crafted armor I’d kept around me for as long as I could remember?

It had been a useful tool in my line of work, keeping the nasty comments from people in the industry who tried to break me down as well as the temptations in a distant space. Maybe that’s why I’d never turned to drugs or alcohol as a crutch.

And why I’d craved wild, passionate sex.

The thought revealed a lot about me.

Cain pushed my head down once again, opening his legs ever wider. “Take my cock into your hot mouth.”

I engulfed his cockhead, swirling my tongue back and forth. More than anything, I wanted to please him. The thought heightened the taste, tangy yet sweet.

Hunter rubbed his cock up and down the length of my pussy. When he finally pushed the tip against my swollen, wet folds, I almost stopped sucking.

The light taps of Cain’s fingers against my cheek brought a muffled moan.

I resumed my task, relaxing my throat muscles as I took more of him into my mouth. I would never claim to be an expert cock sucker. I’d had limited experience, partially because I’d never been interested. But this was different, the taste of him igniting another fire deep inside. The dull roar as the tires rolled over the road was somehow comforting, a stark reminder that what we were doing was sinful.

At least that’s what I’d always been told. I mentally laughed at myself. I was thirty-one years old, and I’d kept tight reins on every aspect of my life. Maybe this was me sowing my wild oats, something I wasn’t certain I’d done before.

Hunter continued caressing my skin as he guided the tip of his cock to my entrance. I stiffened, the anticipation keeping the fire burning deep within. The moment he thrust the entire length of his cock inside, Cain lifted his pelvis, shoving his shaft into my mouth, the tip hitting the back of my throat.

The momentary gag reflex was replaced with the desire to suck him. I wrapped my lips around his thickness, getting used to the way he throbbed inside my mouth as Hunter powered into me. His strokes were long and even, driving into the very core of my being. He was just as thick and hard, my muscles still aching from the delicious fucking Cristiano had given me.

I was crazed with desire, barely able to think clearly as I pulled my mouth off Cain’s cock, something he allowed me to do. I could sense he was watching me closely, just like I knew Cristiano was. All three men were possessive, so much so that they’d each lay claim in their own way.

The music was still soothing, but the sound of the men’s heavy breathing was the only thing I paid any attention to. It was already stifling in the vehicle, only it had nothing to do with the air temperature. I dragged my tongue down the underside of Cain’s cock, teasing his testicles by flicking my tongue from one to the other.

Cain growled in appreciation although I sensed a subtle warning.

Hunter continued to stroke my back as his actions became more aggressive, driving his cock with enough force that I was pitched against Cain. I licked up to his cockhead, taking it into my mouth again.

Now the two men took over, Hunter’s fingers digging into my hips, Cain’s two hands on either side of my head. I pushed mine against the edge of the seat, trying to keep my eyes locked on the most dangerous man of the three. The various emotions crossing Cain’s face were almost unreadable, but his eyes were shimmering as if there was so much going on inside his massive brain.

Plans for what they would do with me.

I allowed the sheer pleasure of what was happening to keep me on a beautiful edge, the sound of Hunter’s rough fucking filtering into my ears. The sensations were incredible, more so than I would have thought possible. I was pulled closer and closer to a moment of nirvana, my entire body trembling as another powerful orgasm threatened to consume me.

“Perfect,” Cain muttered. “Your mouth is perfect.”

“Her pussy is hot and tight,” Hunter added.

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