Page 17 of Elicit (Decadence After Dark)

With slick fingers, Amber slips a digit into my ass. With her mouth securely on my clit, sucking firmly, she prepares that restrictive little hole for the fat cock to come. I start to fuck her face and her finger as the want grows. I’m wet, I’m throbbing, and I’m squirming all over the table, so ready to be put out of my misery.

“That hot mouth and those insistent fingers feel good, you little whore, huh?” Trent bites one of my protruding nipples. I whimper from the sting of pain. “Tell us how bad you want us to fuck you. Tell us you want a cock in every needy hole.”

I fight back the lick of disdain as I tell him what he wants to hear. It’s all part of the show.

“I need you to fuck me,” I whine. “Fuck every single hole all at the same time.”

“Because that’s what little sluts like you want.”

Amber scissors me open, and I repeat what Trent said. “Because that’s what little sluts like me want.”

I sigh excruciatingly as a kiss of an orgasm begins. I beat it back, even though all I want is to come all over Amber’s face. To release.

“Enough,” Trent snaps, and Amber pulls away.

“Go,” he snarls at her.

Amber extends one last look at me, lust pouring out of her dark eyes, before she slinks off the table. My breathing speeds up and not from excitement. The man holding my wrists releases me, as the others begin to plunder my body. It’s a free-for-all. Hands, fingers, tongues, mouths all descending on me at once.

I lose all sense of direction as my pussy is eaten, my nipples are sucked, my ass stretched, and my mouth invaded. The sound of ripping wrappers has my head spinning. The moment of truth has finally arrived. I’m roughly flipped onto my stomach and pulled onto my hands and knees. I keep my head down as Trent slips underneath me.

He’s breathing wildly, sheathed with a condom. The mesh of my lingerie is suddenly ripped in two before I feel another man behind me, his cock pressing rigidly against my worked little butthole. Together, they enter me at the same time. I snap my head back from the overwhelming intrusion and let out a shrill cry. My entire being is trembling by the time they both force their way inside.

“So fucking good.” The man buried in my ass grunts, forcing me to drop my head. When I open my eyes, I meet Jett’s heavy gaze. Has he been here the whole time? My jaw drops, and I expel a forced moan as Trent and his buddy go to town, beating into both exacerbated holes. The other two men move in, one shoving his cock in my mouth, the other guiding my hand to his straining length.

I take them all, all at once. Every orifice getting used as my kneecaps bang against the unforgiving wood. Jett and I never break eye contact. Not once the whole time. Not as my jaw is stretched to the max, or my hand pumps erratically, or even when Trent forces me to come with an abrasive rub of my clit. Every part of me is invaded, and he watches the whole time.

When the furious four are finally finished with me, they leave me limp and tattered on the table. Everything hurts, but that’s nothing new. Sex is never truly pleasurable, not with one man, or two, or four.

HOLY MARY MOTHER OF GOD. This woman is a machine.

London takes on all four men like a champ. I’m helpless to peel my attention away from the bewitching woman who has me under her spell. I watch as her cheeks redden and her eyes glaze over when she comes. I’m envious of the men who get to feel her pleasure, who get to come in her pussy and in her ass and down her throat. I had to restrain myself from joining in. I haven’t wanted a woman this much in a long fucking time.

I wait for the furious four to finish and dress. An audience is nothing unusual in this house, so my presence doesn’t affect them the least bit. Trent is the last one to leave the room. The satisfaction on his face is all I need to see. He’s a hard man to please, and London did her job and did it well.

“That’s a superstar slut you have there.” He slaps me on the back as he walks by. I cringe at the use of the word slut.

Even though in reality that’s what my girls are, I don’t ever refer to them like that. They’re so much more than just faceless women who spread their legs. Once the coast is clear, I approach London. She’s lying on her side, still on the table. I probably shouldn’t think it, but she looks sexy as sin all worn out with her clothes disheveled.

She lifts her eyes to mine, and I run the pad of my thumb across her warm cheek. “Ready to call it a night?”

She nods.

I figured.

“Okay, my flightless little bird, up we go.” I scoop her into my arms. She struggles at first but ultimately gives in and lets me carry her. I know she’s wiped. Hell, I only watched andI’mwiped.

I climb the stairs with her head on my chest. I refrain from whispering dirty, sweet nothings into her ear, exposing myself and my selfish desires.

Once in her room, I head straight for the bathroom.

Setting her on her feet, I run the water to fill the tub.

London passes me a strange look as I add some bubble bath. “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like? I’m running you a bath.”

“Why?” Her eyebrows crease as I untie the ribbon around her neck.

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