Page 107 of The Echo of Violence

I feel the head of his latex-covered cock at my opening a second before he surges inside me. I scream as I feel him bump a spot that’s both pleasurable and painful. Just like with Eightball, he doesn’t give me time to adjust. He hammers into me ruthlessly, setting a punishing pace that brings me to the brink of insanity before he plants himself deep inside me and comes.

I desperately want to reach down and touch myself. Just a few strokes, and I’d probably go off like fireworks on the Fourth of July. But that’s not possible, and these guys know it. Knight pulls free, and then Splinter is inside me. He doesn’t give me a moment’s reprieve, fucking me so deep that I swear I feel him in my stomach.

“You need to come, Jinx? I can feel your pussy fluttering around me.”

“Please.”

“You forgive us yet?”

I snarl something unintelligible, which makes the asshole slow his pace.

“I hate you all,” I snap.

“She doesn’t sound like she’s sorry to me,” Knight points out.

“Maybe we shouldn’t let her come at all.”

“Please, I’m sorry, damn you.”

Splinter picks up his pace, fucking me harder. “How sorry?”

“Sorry enough that I won’t kill you.”

Knight laughs. “We’ll take it. Make her come, Splinter. Remind her who she belongs to.”

They went from a one-night fuck to weeks of nothing. And now, suddenly, I’m theirs? Did I wake up in an alternate universe or something?

“That’s it. I can feel how hard you’re squeezing me. You want to come, Jinx?”

“Yes!”

A thumb is back at my asshole, pushing lightly, just enough to tease all the sensitive nerve endings. Splinter thrusts into me hard, just as the finger slips past the ring of muscles. I’m thrown over the edge without a safety net to catch me. I scream into the bed, clutching the bedding in my hands. Splinter pulls free and rips the condom from his cock, stroking himself to completion all over my ass and back.

A click sound has my eyes snapping open and my head turning to see Knight with his phone in his hand. “Pretty as a picture.” He smiles at me.

“Send it to me,” Eightball tells him.

“Me too,” Splinter says at the same time.

“You are all certifiable. Now, can someone help clean me up? I’ve gotta go.”

Splinter moves back toward me, but instead of cleaning me up, he rubs his cum into my skin.

“Gross. I can’t stay like this all day.”

He eases me up and turns me to face him, just as Knight steps up behind me and pulls my underwear and jeans back up. “You can and you will. You see, a lot has happened in the last few weeks. I get that it might be a lot for you to get your head around, but one thing you need to remember is you’re ours.”

“Since when?”

“Since the second you stepped foot in our clubhouse,” Eightball answers.

“Fight it, Jinx. I dare you.” Splinter crowds me as Knight drags my zipper up and fastens my button in place.

“Next time, though, we won’t let you come at all. We’ll drive you to the brink of despair as we fill all your holes with our cum, never letting you find your release.”

“I don’t think I like you anymore.”

“You don’t need to like me to fuck me, Jinx. In fact, a lot of the time, I’m going to fuck you like I hate you. And you and your greedy pussy will love it.”

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