“You might not be able to spank her. But I can punish her.” Declan spun me around, smashed me into foot of the bed, pushed me over so my back hit the mattress, then yanked my body so my legs were off the sides.
He wrapped my legs around himself. And then slid slowly down until his face aligned with my core, which was perched on the edge of the bed, gaping open from the position he’d put me in.
Declan started to kiss my skin softly, gently. Then he began to kiss up and down my seam. He was careful not to build up friction. He made sure he kissed just hard enough to tease. My body warmed. I pulsed with need.
I whimpered. My breath started to come faster.
But Declan continued to kiss me at a snail’s pace, content to watch moisture gather at my opening.
Connor joined us on the bed, so he could watch Declan from a better angle. He’d always been a voyeur. He perched on his knees near my shoulder. I watched his ball sack stretch as he stroked himself again and again, eyes roaming my naked body and heaving breasts as Declan teased me.
“Dec, please,” I begged.
“No!” He stopped.
“But—”
Declan loomed over me. “You pissed us all off. You still tried to send us away yesterday.”
My eyes filled with tears. I looked at each of them, and their faces shimmered. “I’m sorry. I just love you so much. I can’t bear the thought of anything—”
“Say that again,” Ryan growled, stepping up to the foot of the bed and standing beside Declan.
“I love you.” I said it to each of them, holding Ryan’s brown eyes for a moment, then Quinn’s grey gaze. Declan’s baby blues stared at me, and he stroked my slit with his fingers as I said it to him. And then I looked up at Connor, who had paused his stroking to watch me as I said it to him.
Declan slammed into me while I was still looking at Connor, surprising me.
“You’re ours! Say it.” Declan slammed again, making my body slip back along the sheets.
“I’m yours,” I groaned as Declan’s dick touched my cervix. There was a spike of pain, but not enough pleasure yet to set me off.
“Please,” I moaned, hoping any of the others would take pity on me.
Connor’s legs suddenly loomed over my face. He straddled me as he lowered his dick toward my mouth. He laid the shaft over my lips and waited for me to open. “Suck me,” Connor commanded.
I took Connor’s thick red shaft between my lips as Declan smashed me again, this time grinding slightly to rub against my clit. The flicker of pleasure at my clit, along with the bone deep soreness of him slamming into my pelvis, started to build up pressure. My legs started to tremble.
I rode that line of pleasure and pain as Declan slammed and ground against me again. I moaned against Connor’s shaft. I began to arch my back, searching for that perfect angle. I was close. So close. There. I found it as Declan slammed again.
My eyes fluttered, when out of the corner of my eye, I saw a bluebird. It flew across the room to hover over me. And then it shite right on my face.
“Ah!” I screamed. I pushed Connor’s dick aside as I swiped at my nose and mouth. But my face was bare.
I turned to my right, to glare at Quinn, who was steadily watching Declan and Connor, who shoved his dick back into my mouth and started pumping, holding my hair.
What the sarding hell, Quinn?
Dec may get you first, Dove. But you’re still being punished. Besides, your first orgasm is mine. Only mine. His grey eyes flashed.
Oh God, my mind shuddered at that. His possessiveness sent sparks down my spine. My brain began to unfurl like a flower in the sun.
Until I saw a racoon scramble across the bed and bend to nibble at my nipple. I nearly bucked Declan off. I couldn’t help it. My mind was operating on an instinctual level at this point.
“Dammit Quinn!” Connor cursed and climbed off me. “She nearly bit my dick!”
“What’s going on?” Ryan asked.
Quinn leaned toward him.
An evil grin spread over Ryan’s face. Ryan turned to me. “Seems only fair you have to wait, Dearling. After what you put us through.”
“No. No,” I moaned, shaking my head back and forth against the mattress.
Connor spoke on my other side. “I think Quinn’s generous to say he’ll let you cum at all.”
I turned to face him, and saw he was back to steadily pumping his own shaft, watching my tits bounce as Declan thrust into me again and again.
Heat built up within me once more. But before I could get more than a tingle built up, Declan groaned. I felt his dick pulse.
And then he slid out.
Ryan grabbed me and flipped me over. “Up on your knees,” he barked.
I complied, pulling my knees up on the satin sheets and resting my weight on my elbows.
“Oh no, Dearling, get up,” Ryan gently pulled my hair until I was up on my hands. And then he pulled a little more on my hair until my back arched and my head was tilted back slightly. My throat was exposed. Ryan pushed on my back to arch it and expose my ass at the same time. I’d never felt so controlled. My nipples throbbed. I wanted to beg Ryan to touch them, but I knew I couldn’t.
“You’re ours. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
Ryan thrust into me. He was so thick, his girth spread my lips and rubbed against them, shooting sensation over my entire lower half. And then his balls hit. Ecstasy and pain at once. His balls were thick, heavy. They slammed into my clit again and again.
Ryan’s hand smacked my ass. The spark traveled through me, up my spine toward my head. So close.
He smacked me again.
“Sir!” I cried. “I’m yours, sir!” The words alone sent me spiraling. One more thrust and I’d detonate.
But Ryan stilled. “Let me know when she’s calmed down.”
“Quinn!” I screamed. “That’s not fair.”
A silent chuckle tickled the skin on my chest as Quinn positioned himself under me and began to slowly lick a nipple. It will be amazing when you do cum for me, love. It will take you into another plane. Now … suck Connor’s cock like a good wife.
I looked up to see Connor propped up on his knees in front of me. His large red shaft was already slick with precum. His eyes were heavy lidded with desire. “I need you, Bloss.”
My heart cracked, hearing that. “I need you, too.”
“Damn straight you need us,” Ryan shoved into me, driving my face toward Connor’s cock. I opened my mouth and his cock slid in. It was salty against my tongue. I lapped at it, able to control little beyond my tongue since Ryan still rode me.
The sensation was overwhelming: Ryan’s huge dick splitting me open, rubbing against my sensitive pussy lips with each thrust; Quinn sucking my nipple and sending sensation shooting down to my womb; Connor murmuring he loved me as his dick touched the back of my throat.
Ryan roared when he came, bucking against me hard and fast.
Connor came in my mouth seconds later, gushing warm hot fluid down my throat. I swallowed all of it that I could.
I collapsed on top of Quinn, feeling wound up and exhausted at the same time.
Oh, no. Dove. The best is yet to cum. Get it?
He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me off the bed.
“No,” I groaned in protest. My legs could hardly hold me up. But Quinn had me stand and hold onto the bedpost as he yanked pillows off the bed and tossed them on the ground. Then he led me over and had me lay on the rug in front of the fire.
“Mmmm.” The heat felt good, so good I was drowsy.
But then—sarding ass—Quinn opened a window. And the ice-cold breeze made my nipples pucker and goosebumps rise on my belly.
What are you doing?
Sensory stimulation, Dove. Your nerves are alive right now. Quinn grabbed my pelvis and lifted it. He waited until my eyes met his and then he deliberately stuck out his tongue and took a long slow lick up my opening.
I gasped. The cold and the heat and his mouth on my core. It was a rainbow of sensation. All the feelings at once. It was bliss.
My hands fisted in the rug. I struggled not to thrust against him wildly.
He licked again. And I couldn’t help the tiny jerk of my pelvis. My eyes grew heavy.
One more lick. I was there, teetering on the brink.
Quinn shoved two pillows under my ass and thrust home, the giant mushroom tip of his dick splitting me open and rubbing inside me. He thrust just enough to hit my g-spot and then hovered there, twisting his hips. His hand came down to touch my clit.
I exploded. The room went dark, then light, then dark. Tingles ran all the way to my skull. I was abuzz with energy, light, floating bliss. I thrashed and screamed and cried out. The orgasm seemed to go on and on, like a wave in the ocean. An endless current of pleasure.
Hell yes, Dove. Give that to me. Give me your rapture.
I started to come down, and I met his eyes. Can you … feel that?
I can see your thoughts. Experience it that way. Connor over there was cumming again himself, lucky bastard.
We both turned to watch Connor, who was mopping cum off his stomach.
Declan and Ryan watched Quinn and me hungrily. They’d both recovered and were touching themselves.
I turned back to Quinn. I want you to cum. And I want you to share it with me.
He grinned. As my Queen commands.
And he thrust until we both saw stars.