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The candle flickers out, and my room is now so dark I can’t see anything.

That is until a mask turns on outside and illuminates my room in a pink glow.

“Did you miss us?” the distorted voice says as he slides his hands under the gap in the window frame and pushes it up.

I’m thrown back to a memory of Zayne climbing into my bedroom window as a teenager and curling up with me anytime I was sad. My dad would have murdered him if he ever found him—not that anything happened, even if I wished it did. It was hard as a hormonal teenager, especially with Zayne. His touch made me want him, but now I know it’s his way of expressing himself. He didn’t get love from his parents, so any chance he got he would hug me or Julius, and on the odd occasion Storm.

Shit, the masked man has already slipped through the window. It’s too late to run.

As he stalks toward me, I take a step back for every step that he moves forward until my back hits the wall beside my bedroom door. He looks down at me, and the pink from the mask is so bright I see spots.

“I’m going to fuck you right here against the wall, and then we’ll play a little game. You said you wanted to be used like a cheap toy.”

I can’t form words. I know it’s stupid, but I have always wanted to be fucked and used exactly like that.

He spins me around and pushes my face against the wall. His gloved finger hooks into the back of my thong and he snaps the material with ease, sliding the thin fabric from between my legs.

“I’m saving that for later,” he says, leaning in closer and bringing my thong up to his mask as if he is sniffing it. The thought of him going home and holding it to his face as he pictures me has me dripping wet.

My bedroom door opens and the arousal between my legs intensifies as the two other masked men walk inside. One holds something in his hand and is spinning it around his gloved finger. As he walks over to me, I realize it’s a blindfold.

He stands beside me and slides the material over my eyes. Once it’s in place, I can’t see a thing. Not even the glow of their masks.

Someone’s ungloved fingers brush over my arm, leaving a trail of warmth in sharp contrast to the cool air around us. Every nerve in my body wakes up, hyperaware of the path the hand is taking. A shiver runs down my spine—not from the cold, but from the calloused finger tracing lazy circles on my skin. Each one makes my heart beat faster.

“Oh god,” I whisper as the hand moves down my stomach, until it reaches my pussy.

The greedy bitch needs his touch.

I move to grab his wrist and force him where I need it, but a large hand intercepts mine and pulls it above my head, along with my other arm.

The sound of a zipper has me clenching my thighs together as I feel a body step in closer behind me, then a hard cock presses against my ass, sliding along my crack.

“Fuck you’re perfect.”

“Please fuck me,” I beg. I need one of them inside me.

The man behind me kicks my legs apart and wraps an arm around my waist, using the grip to pull my ass out. The thickhead of his cock nudges my wet and ready entrance, then thrusts inside me.

“You’re so damn tight, strangling my cock as I fuck you.”

“Oh god,” I whimper as he thrusts into me hard and fast. I feel hands all over me and realize whoever held my hands has let them go, but I don’t move them. I enjoy the sensation of being touched everywhere. Someone rubs a thumb over my nipple through my bralette.

“Please,” I whine.

A fist wraps in my hair and pulls my head back, arching my neck. Lips press against my skin and teeth dig into the soft flesh between my neck and shoulder. I cry out in pleasure and pain, and after he lets go, a shudder rolls through me as he runs his tongue over the extra sensitive area. My orgasm builds and builds; at any second I might internally combust. I’m in a sensation overload, with his cock inside me, lips on my neck, and someone running their thumb over my nipple.

“Please what?” someone asks.

“Please make me come.”

I feel a large body move between me and the wall, and the thrusts behind me slow down. My eyes widen behind my blindfold at the sensation of a tongue licking my clit as I’m being fucked.Holy shit!As he grips my hips and sucks my clit into his mouth, an orgasm shoots through my body, and I gasp out something unintelligible. Every nerve ending tingles and white stars dance in front of my eyes.

The man behind me pulls me tight into his body and his short, quick thrusts soon have him finding his own release with a low grunt.

Before my legs can give way, one of them helps me lie down, maneuvering me onto my back. The floorboards are cold, but it’s quickly forgotten when I feel someone position their head between my legs. I try to close them, knowing the cum inside mewon’t stay there for long, but my hands are slapped away, then my legs are pulled apart and held open.

I jolt as a tongue laves my slit, then circles my entrance before pushing inside me, lapping at the combined juices. I feel a second orgasm building already—I never imagined I would enjoy a man eating me out when I’m full of another man’s cum, but fuck, it’s setting me alight.

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