20. Chapter 18

Chapter 18

Emery

Viper's eyes are molten as he stares back down at me. His dick is glistening right in front of my face, but he isn't making any move to put it back in my mouth. I flick my tongue out and lick the tip, needing the taste of him again.

Those filthy fucking words he said while playing with my tits before stuffing my mouth full started the fire within me again. I'm so freaking eager to burn myself a second time that I'm willing to act the brat for them.

He stares down at me with a gaze that scorches. His nostrils flare before he takes a step back.

Beside him, Angel takes his place, his messy bun a little messier after having his head buried between my legs in the single hottest fucking moment of my life. I'm still a little high from it. If sucking all of their dicks like a pro will get me another orgasm like that, I'll suck every single one of them like they are goddamn lollipops, right down to the stick.

Angel holds his dick out for me, but I already have my mouth open. Like Viper, he starts off slow at first, but he doesn't stop halfway. All the way from the first stroke, and damn, my pussy likes that. I spread my legs a little, mostly for stability but also hoping to ease some of the ache that has started up once again.

It doesn't help. If anything, I want to press my legs together tightly to help with the throbbing.

As he hits the back of my throat, I try to inhale. Past experience tells me that if I don't concentrate on letting them get down my throat, I'll have problems tomorrow.

I've sucked enough cock that I know relaxing into it and deep throating is better than trying to stop them going too far. They'll go all the way, whether I want them to or not. By relaxing, at least I won't be in pain for the next few days.

On his second thrust, I get it right, and he slips down the back. Leaning forward, I angle things a bit better to ease the pressure on my gag reflex. But I still gag, and through my watery eyes, I see that delicious V of his flex.

Oh, he likes that.

So, I give him what he wants.

With every single one of his thrusts, I give in to the urge and let my throat choke on his dick, trying to push him out of me. He grips both sides of my face and starts fucking my mouth for real. I feel every ridge and vein of the underside of his cock as it slides rhythmically over my tongue.

I startle and gag for real as hands that don't belong to Angel smooth along the back of my neck. My hair is gathered at the base of my head and then the grip tightens, the strands pulling at my scalp. Zings of pleasure zap down my spine, and if I could, I'd moan.

I'm past wondering what the fuck is going on and why this time is so different from the others. All I know is that this feels fucking amazing, and I'm going to take whatever they give me.

"Look at our little cock sucker. Are you enjoying having your daddies fuck your face?" Everyone can hear Daddy, but with Angel's dick occupying my mouth, I can't get any words out.

I hope a moan will be enough, because it's all I can manage with my lips wrapped around the base of Angel's cock and my nose buried in his manscaped pubic region.

Angel's eyes slide shut as he tips his head back. "Fuck."

Then he pulls all the way back and steps away.

I pout up at him. Why did he take it away from me?

My hair is tugged to the side, and I turn to look at Hunter. His expression is still stony, but his dick is straining, red, and angry. And fuck, he is the one with the piercing. Up close, the silver of the ring glints, a tiny pearl of pre-cum clinging to the slit, threatening to roll down the metal.

Hunter takes ahold of his cock and gives it a slow stroke, adding more to the pearl. Saliva floods my mouth at the sight. He steps closer, but I can't reach for him with the way Daddy is still gripping my hair and my hands tied behind my back.

I squirm in place and stare up at Hunter. Why is he taking so long? Why won't he just give it to me?

Then I remember my lip and the way he bit it, seemingly enjoying the way he hurt me. Made me bleed.

Was it the blood or the pain?

The way he licked his lips after . . . it was totally the blood.

I suck the still tender skin into my mouth, and his eyes snap to the action. Using my teeth, I worry at the small cut there until I can taste metal. Releasing my lip, I dart my tongue out to toy with the cut, making sure to tug at the torn flesh. Then I open my mouth wide, the sharp flick of pain letting me know the pose is pulling at the wound.

Hunter's pupils are wide, and I know I've hit the mark for him when he comes closer and uses the underside of his cock to rub against the blood and then smears it across my lips like lipstick. I'm surprised when the metal of his piercing is warm and not cold.

I don't take my eyes off his face. He's concentrating on my mouth and the way I stay perfectly still for him. His expression doesn't change as he slowly starts to sink into me. I relax everything—my tongue, my jaw, my throat—and he slides all the way down my throat.

There is a quick "Jesus christ" muttered from someone in the room, but I have no idea who said it. My eyes are closed, and I'm holding my breath, waiting for him to pull back so that I can breathe.

But he waits. And he waits. My throat clenches as my lungs demand air, but I'm determined to stay completely still and be a good girl for him.

He finally pulls back, and I can feel the piercing drag along my tongue as I suck in some much-needed air. I open my eyes and look up at him, a tear rolling down the side of my face from the effort it took not to gag and sputter all over him.

Hunter's lips are parted, dick still half in my mouth.

"Color," a gravelly voice demands.

I don't break eye contact with Hunter as I attempt to talk around his dick. "Green."

He must get the message because he surges forward, his dick going to the back of my throat again.

My fingers twist and grip at the satin restraints as he holds out longer this time, and I can't stop my body from heaving as he finally pulls out all the way. Saliva clings to his dick as I struggle to catch my breath.

My hair tightens against my scalp as Daddy's grip forces me to turn back to Viper and Angel. All three cocks are within inches of my face, and I desperately wish my hands were free. The idea of stroking two and sucking one—or even stroking and sucking two at the same time—has me squirming on my knees.

"Don't close that mouth. You keep it open, like a good little girl. If you need a break, close both hands into fists."

At Daddy's words, I open both hands, spreading my fingers out wide, eyes darting between the three dicks. "Yes, Daddy."

No sooner are the words out of my mouth than it is stuffed full with Viper's dick. He starts off with quick, short thrusts, and I do my best to suck and lick. But then he speeds up, and I have to concentrate on breathing properly.

Warmth coasts over my shoulder and down my back and then Daddy is talking in my ear.

"You look so pretty with those tears running down your cheeks."

I stutter on an inhale and lose my rhythm as his free hand comes around my body and cups my breast, the gentle touch at odds with the punishing grip he has on my hair and the harsh thrusting of Viper's hips.

Daddy rubs his thumb back and forth over my taut nipple, and both of my breasts tighten painfully. I moan, but the noise is jagged and broken. Viper sinks all the way in until my lips touch the base of his dick. He thrusts shallowly, and I try to swallow around him.

Viper buries his hand in the hair on top of my head as he holds me still for him before he does two final short thrusts and pulls out.

Angel's cock is shoved into my gasping mouth, and I gag, the sudden intrusion hitting the back of my tongue as I start an inhale. But he doesn't give two fucks; if anything, it spurs him on. He puts one hand at the back of my head and takes his pleasure from my mouth.

"Suck those cheeks in, baby girl. Make that hole nice and tight for him. That's it, just like that. You're doing so good for us. I can't wait to watch them bury their cocks in your pussy and then back down your throat. Have you ever tasted yourself?"

I manage the tiniest shake of my head, but holy fuck, the imagery. I've never fucked multiple men at the same time before. Yeah, there have been multiple in a day, in one session, even, but it was one after the other, rather than at the same time like this.

My pussy clenches, almost demanding a dick fill it right now. The sensation is fucking foreign. My inner walls ache with a need I've never felt before. My stomach muscles are screaming as I spread my knees farther apart, heels grinding into the flesh of my ass as I try and find a way to alleviate the discomfort.

Just as Angel thrusts into my throat, Daddy pinches my nipple, sending a streak of pain from the tip to my core, and I gasp. Angel mutters a list of expletives as he slides down my throat. I choke and splutter, my throat spasming around his dick. He stills, a guttural moan leaving him before he, too, pulls out.

I manage to suck in two gasping breaths before Hunter enters my mouth again. He places just the head at my lips, his thrusts only deep enough to make the flare of his head rub in and out of my lips.

I close my mouth to form a tighter circle and then suck as hard as I can, swirling my tongue around the tip, toying with the ring and slit, chasing any taste of him that I can find. His shirt raises enough that I can see his lower abs contract, and I make it my mission to make him flex the entire time he uses me.

"You're loving this, aren't you?" Daddy's hand squeezes my breast, almost distracting me. "Your hands are hanging loosely, not even a twitch. You're loving the way they are using you, the way I'm controlling you. You want to be our play toy. For us to take our pleasure out on your hot little body. To use you until we've covered you in our cum. Don't you, little girl?"

I moan, the noise so lusty, I'm shocked it came from me.

One of my knees slips off the pillow as I wiggle again, and I lose my seal on Hunter's dick. My sudden movement seems to bring Hunter back to the room. He thrusts into my mouth and continues to do so, over and over, until all I can concentrate on is the inside of my mouth.

His cock is removed and another is added.

My eyes close, and I feel myself start to drift, mouth open, knees spread, breast massaged, as I revel in the hot sensation that thrums through my veins. I know I'm making noises, moaning, groaning, and slurping around the dick in my mouth, but they sound far away. Like someone else is making them.

My head starts to loll backward, and the only thing that keeps me upright is Daddy's grip on my hair.

It takes me a minute to notice that there is no dick in my mouth. I open my eyes to slits and find that the room is slightly blurry and darker. My head is angled back, Daddy still gripping my hair, but I'm barely supporting myself.

My hair is released and I slump forward. I'm caught before I end up on the floor.

"Come here, princess."

I'm picked up, and the room spins for a second before I'm deposited back on my knees, the pillow beneath them. My sluggish brain doesn't register it until I am once again kneeling, but I was skin on skin with whoever picked me up.

Are they all naked? Or just shirtless?

I can't seem to work my way out of the fog enough to care beyond a gentle wandering of my mind.

"Open your eyes for me, pretty girl." Gentle fingers touch my chin, and I slowly open my eyes to stare up at Daddy. "What's your color?"

I hum. "Green, Daddy."

"Good girl. Open for me."

I smile. He called me good girl . I open my mouth and then it is filled. This dick is thicker than the other three, and I know it belongs to Daddy. I bend and lean closer so that I can take him all the way into my mouth, wanting to please him. Wanting to be his good girl again.

He weaves his fingers into my hair, and I imagine him tipping his head back and groaning at the ceiling.

My pussy throbs, and before I can even think about wanting a dick inside of me, I feel a warm, blunt object pressing at my entrance.

I moan, the sound deep and languid as I'm slowly stuffed from both ends, Daddy pressing down on my head and hands gripping my hips as a dick sinks all the way into me.

"Don't forget, baby girl. No coming. Not until the end. You'll get a reward for every time you stop yourself from coming. Come, and you'll be punished."

My pussy clenches.

What would their punishment be?