Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 51051 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 255(@200wpm)___ 204(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Cyrus unbuckles his pants and unleashes his thick penis, hovering over me. He falls to his knees and taps my face with his long cock. “Open up, Hellcat. Show me how badly you want to be my filthy little slut.”
My lips part, and with one full thrust, Cyrus hits the back of my throat, forcing me to gag. I relish the loss of control and the force with which he fucks my face. His taut ass is my only visual. Cyrus moans as I lap his shaft and a surge of power spikes inside me.
“That’s it, baby. Show Daddy what a cock hungry whore you are, pretty girl. Look at how well you’re choking for me. Such a good girl.”
I love Cyrus’s encouragement. I want to make him proud. I want to be the best in the world. A cock sucking gold medal-winning Olympian.
Shivers rack my body as he lifts my shirt, exposing my bare skin to the cool breeze. Zeke’s teeth nip at me, his incisors puncturing my flesh. I lift my hips, in desperate need of relief any way I can get it.
Zeke chuckles between bites. “Such a greedy girl, Princess.”
He grips my yoga pants and slides them off my body. His gentle hands are a contrast to his vicious teeth. The tip of his tongue glides along my skin until it meets the top of my panties. His hands move to my upper thighs, and he yanks my legs wide, bringing his nose to my center. He inhales again, tearing the cotton barrier between his mouth and my open, throbbing pussy with his teeth.
Zeke laps at me. “Such a perfect pink pussy.” He sucks my clit, taking me deep into his mouth. “I should punish you, Princess. It’s not fair to possess a cunt like this and keep it from me. I should tie you up so your pussy is open and ready for me to lick clean any fucking time I want.”
Cyrus’s enthusiastic thrusts muffle my moans. Drool drips from the sides of my mouth, and tears spring from my eyes as my breathing is restricted by his perfect balls covering my nostrils.
“Fuck, hearing you gag is the best sound on the planet. Even better than the screams of a man burning to death,” Cyrus growls.
I laugh, causing myself to gag even more. To Cyrus, the sound is the equivalent of a Shakespearean love sonnet.
“You know, Lev, if you got the stick removed from your asshole, you could fuck like a normal person instead of standing on the sidelines with your dick in your hand,” Cyrus says.
I turn my head, and my eyes connect with Lev’s. He’s fixated on me and the scene before him, hands in his pockets. It’s a position I’ve seen many times before: the lurker witnessing an erotic scene he desperately wants to partake in but can’t.
I extend my arm, inviting him to join us, but he simply shakes his head. For years, I blamed myself for Lev’s actions. Maybe he didn’t want me, or maybe the idea of sharing me with the guys upset him. But I realized neither was true. Lev couldn’t be with anyone because he couldn’t bear to be touched.
I stare at the tattoos along his neck, knowing those markings trace every inch of his skin. I asked him once why he allowed a tattoo artist to touch him when he denied me. His answer was simple. “They never touch me. Not in the ways it matters. Their touch causes a numbing pain, not pleasure or something even deeper. Love.”
Cyrus pulls out of my mouth, and I gasp for air. I watch as he shoves off his boots, followed by his jeans. He bends and rifles in the side pocket, pulling out a small bottle of lube. Turning to me, he smiles and waves the bottle in the air. “Never know when you’re gonna have a quickie in the woods.”
I burst out laughing, appreciating his timing. Cyrus might not always be appropriate, but he provides comic relief when the weight of life pulls me down. Zeke is my anchor, but Cy is my flotation device. My backup if things go wrong. And Lev is the turbulent ocean that draws me in but threatens to drown me.
“I’m gonna fuck you raw, Hellcat. Use all your holes and turn you into a communal cum dump. I’ll come so deep in your big, sexy ass, and once you’re filled to the brim, I’ll watch you walk back to the manor as I leak down your legs.” Cyrus walks around me, gripping Zeke’s hair and pulling him off me before crashing his mouth to Zeke’s to taste me on his glistening lips. They pull apart, and Cyrus’s eyes flutter shut as he circles the tip of his tongue around Zeke’s lips. “You taste so good, Hellcat. But you’ll taste even better with multiple hot loads inside you.”