Total pages in book: 221
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 213317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1067(@200wpm)___ 853(@250wpm)___ 711(@300wpm)
He’s smiling, but his eyes aren’t warm. It gives me a twist inside. Seeing him proud and horny would spur me on, but this isn’t the Ant I’m used to.
Ant wants me to shout and scream about how much of a slut I am, sure, that’s the norm. But it seems forced tonight, right from the off, and it gives me a shiver.
I get a tingle of a suspicion, but I don’t want to feel it…
I must’ve been silent for too long already, because Ant looks pissed off behind his smirk.
“Scream the fucking place down, baby. Prove you need it, like the filthy slut you are.”
But this time around I don’t feel the need to prove anything.
The guy between my legs picks up the pace. It’s enough to make me moan.
Ant’s tone gets darker. “Louder! Beg for it, you filthy bitch!”
But I can’t. Not with Gerwyn down the landing. Knowing he’s here has had my stomach churning with no since the very moment we walked through the door to balloons and surprise!
The guy fucking me lets go of my legs, grabs my tits hard and slams me deep. I can’t help crying out at that.
“Louder, slut! Tell him you fucking want it!”
I glance up at Ant to see his eyes are on fire, his lip twitching.
“Fuck, yes,” my suited guy says, his voice deep and loud, “you were right when you said she had the tightest cunt.” He slams me with a grunt and I cry out again, my face burning up with shame. I’m sure Gerwyn must have heard him… and my cry.
“Scream like a slut!” Ant yells.
There’s no way I’m screaming like a slut. My mind is all on Gerwyn down the landing.
I move against the guy inside me, squirming my hips, forcing myself to believe I’m enjoying it. I moan for him, and smile for him, and tell him how hard I want him to slam me, and he picks up pace, pounding with force, my legs hitching higher so he’s rubbing against my clit. My moans pick up a little bit louder, and my breaths speed up, and I hope that’ll be enough. My clit is tingling, and the cock in me is coming closer to the mark, and it’s… yeah… it’s nice… it’s nice…
I look up at Ant with genuine want this time, with a genuine champagne hazy grin on my face, but Ant’s not happy with me.
“Is that all you’ve fucking got? You really think you’re going to deserve these cocks without begging for them?”
I have no answer.
“Beg for those cocks, slut. Do not let me down!”
My heart skips a beat. Letting Ant down… I can’t.
I look around the guys one by one, admiring their cocks like the whore they want me to be. I whisper please to every one of them, making sure I sound desperate, and I open my mouth wide, offering my throat. That’s what I want right now – guys fucking my mouth two at once, so I couldn’t scream like a slut if I tried.
Two of the guys kneel down, and the relief washes through me as I get ready to suck on cock, but Ant says no, with a sneer.
“She hasn’t earned your dicks yet. Sluts need to beg.”
“Please,” I say again through panting little moans as guy number one’s cock still slams inside me. “Please fuck my throat... please…”
The guys seem happy with that, grunting their approval, but Ant isn’t.
“That’s a pathetic attempt at begging,” he says and his words make me feel so ashamed.
The man I adore would normally be beaming at me, encouraging me with grunts of his own, but he looks stern as hell, like I’m failing – even though the guy pounding my pussy is speeding up to shoot his load.
“Louder!” Ant tells me. “I mean it. Beg them like you fucking mean it!”
That’s when I realise. This isn’t about pleasing the guys in the room, or pleasing him, and it’s certainly not about pleasing me. It’s got nothing to do with pushing me to my limits and wanting me to look like a filthy slut on camera.
It’s about Gerwyn.
That’s what Ant wants. He wants me to scream the house down, because Gerwyn is in the house with us. He wants Gerwyn to hear me begging.
The realisation makes me stop in my tracks, because no. NO.
“For fuck sake,” Ant shakes his head at me. “Fine, slut. If you’re this unimpressed with what’s on offer, we’d better give you something to be impressed with.” It’s the guys he looks at with a smirk. “Take her two at once. Pound her cunt and ass at the same time, and if that doesn’t work she can take three of you. Give her something to scream about.”
The guy fucking me gives a final slam, shunting his cum into me. He pulls out and the two who were going to fuck my mouth reposition themselves. I’m yanked up onto one of them, and he’s bigger than the last guy. It takes a few whimpers and a few gentle rocks before I can truly get into the rhythm, but I do it. I circle myself on him, and rub my clit as I tip my head back.