Page 12 of Taken By the Dark Billionaires

Her body went into overspin. Wetness dripped from her folds. Her breasts filled with milk, which she desperately needed to be relieved of.

Jensen’s breath lingered on the side of her throat. He squeezed her nipple, and milk squirted from her all over his suit. Her fingers flexed involuntarily because her first response was to try and wipe it off him.

But Jensen was unfazed. Pumping one breast, he lowered his head to her other nipple, sucking her with such teasing pulls of his mouth that she turned blood red as she pushed herself against him, incoherent sounds escaping from the sides of the ball gag in her mouth.

Her nerves jolted with shock as he slipped his finger between her soaked folds. Her walls clung to him tightly, but when he twisted his hand and used his thumb on her clit, she lost control and at that moment, he penetrated her with a second finger while he kept up stroking her clit, squeezing her one breast, and sucking on her other nipple.

His ministrations destroyed her, pulling both bliss and torment from her, stretching her pussy anew with his digits. She could feel him familiarizing himself with the texture of her core, dipping into her, stroking her. Soft expletives escaped his lips the wetter she got, the more swollen her clit became under his touch.

Dear god, what was he doing to her?

Her body started to climb into that sphere of salacious darkness, where nothing mattered, and no thoughts remained rooted. She was so wet that the sound of her flesh against his pumping fingers echoed off the dungeon walls.

She mewled in utter, uncharacteristic despair when he pulled his fingers, gleaming bright red, from her. Whimpering, she dropped her head down to her chin and watched as he coated his cock with the evidence that she was no longer a virgin.

Her whimper of embarrassment transformed into a tight, soundless mewl. Jensen slipped the extraordinarily broad head of his cock between her folds, then drove the length of his shaft inside her. The overwhelming fullness she had felt with Ezra returned and threatened to splinter her body apart.

She thrashed around silently begging for mercy, while her pussy clutched onto his cock so tightly that she felt as if he would be imprinted on her flesh. Jensen grunted before he leaned over and started to suck her breasts again.

And then everything inside her just melted. He spat the milk from her breast on his palm and then trickled it down over her clit before he started to stroke her ruthlessly, forcing her to orgasm all over again while he waded ever more deeply into her.

“Fuck. Fuck,” Jensen hissed, using his hand on the base of his cock to draw his length from her. A ribbon of his cum smattered against her quivering folds before he emptied himself against her mons and against the brand on her skin.

Maxim handed him a clean square of material, and he did the same that Ezra did. He wiped his cock, blemishing the whiteness of the fabric with bright red.

With the last part of her orgasm still gushing from her and her limbs trembling uncontrollably, Maxim came toward her. She couldn’t help herself. Her gaze dropped to his naked cock. Her heart started to gallop around in her chest so loudly she was sure Maxim would hear her pulsing beats.

With his thick, long, and tattooed cock in his hand, Maxim thrust the whole of his erection inside her in one smooth, staggering motion. He curled his other arm around her waist and crushed his body to hers, his length bumping against her cervix as his thickness stretched her pussy all over again.

He pulled out and then waded back inside her, taking her breath and making her head flop from side to side. Quivering nonstop, her breasts in agony again from being neglected, Sutton moaned and groaned, cried, and begged, but none of her pleas made it past the ball gag.

Her breasts and her pussy had swelled, and her clit was so engorged that a torturous ache spread through her whole body. She couldn’t understand the life-threatening need inside her. How could she when all it demanded was that Maxim make her come, that he empty her breasts with his mouth, and her pussy from the violent orgasm hovering in the depths of her soul?

Ezra and Jensen had taught her what her body could do despite the levels of sheer discomfort and pain that they had also elicited from her. But Maxim didn't—

He dragged his cock from her, her virgin’s blood speckled all over his thickness. Jensen handed him his own piece of cloth, and when he wiped his cock off, he stained it with her blood and the essence of her extreme arousal.

But Maxim didn’t desert her.

The instant he ran his tongue across both her nipples, her pussy started to pulse. And then he held the head of his cock flush against her clit.

She jerked hard against her restraints as he teased her with his tongue and the head of his shaft. Her breasts were so heavy and so aroused that she started to leak milk on her own. Fresh embarrassment scaled her cheeks as Maxim held his tongue out, and she found herself moving her body closer to him so he would close his lips on her. But that also meant she was rubbing her clit against the crown of his thickness.

What had she become?

Startled by the question she asked herself, she tried to pull back, shame and mortification unfolding throughout her whole body. But through the thin slits in the veil, she saw one side of Maxim’s gorgeous mouth turn up in a devastating grin.

He latched onto her nipple, pumping her other breast with his free hand while he used his other hand to stroke her clit with the head of his cock. Hard. Fast. Confidently making her scream on the inside against the friction on her clit.

Her folds became drenched again, and milk squirted from one breast onto his face while he drank from the other. Her womb seemed to dip and contract. The walls of her pussy fluttered uncontrollably. She exploded with a mind-sapping orgasm against his cock at the same time as he bathed her branding with his cum.

And just when she thought he was done, he slipped a digit into her, and the rest of her climax rippled over his finger.

“Ah, fuck,” he said, against her breast, before he glided his finger from her and pulled away.

The minuscule layer of cold she had felt when Ezra slipped from her and before Jensen could touch her again returned so powerfully that, were it not for being restrained to a frame, she would have collapsed at their feet.

What was going to happen to her now?

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