Page 67 of Fighting Shadows

Tobias looks at me, searching my eyes for permission, “Do it, just like I told you to last time,” I order.

He nods eagerly, his mouth latching onto my nipple, his tongue swirling around the painfully erect peak. Dominic runs his thumb across my bottom lip, parting them as he pushes his cock forward. I open eagerly, his cock sliding easily down my throat.

Sebastian, who I’m assuming is eating my pussy out like a starved man, grazes my clit with his teeth, making my hips buck.

“Does she taste good?” Zander asks, causing Sebastian to pull away just as I feel my orgasm about to crash over me.

“Like heaven. I could eat this every day for the rest of my life and never have enough,” he says; his chuckle when I make a needy noise around Dominic’s cock tells me they know exactly what they are doing.

I forgot that Sebastian was a sadistic bastard who withholds orgasms.

Popping my mouth from Dominic’s cock, I whine, “Sebastian, please, I want to come.”

“Nope. Do you know how much I thought about this? That I would deny you an orgasm for every day you were gone, pushing you closer to the edge each time until your pussy is weeping for me to even touch it.” He says, his finger circling my clit as he presses closer to me.

Tobias is still lavishing my tits with attention, my nipples becoming more sensitive as another orgasm is denied.

Sebastian removes his fingers just as I feel another orgasm creeping up on me, “Go back to sucking your boyfriend's cock Princess. We’ll let you come when we say so.”

“Fuck. I never thought I’d be into watching, but this is better than any porn,” Atlas murmurs, his eyes fixed on the scene before him, his cock in his hand once again.

The thought of him getting off to this makes my pussy clench around Sebastian's fingers as he pushes them into me, stretchingme when he adds another one, “So tight, Sunshine. Such a beautiful pussy.”

Why did all of my men have to be good at dirty talking while I could barely form a coherent sentence?

“Suck,” Dominic demands, his cock in front of my mouth, “I want my come coating your throat before Zander loses his control and fucks you.”

I look down at Tobias, who smiles at me, “I’m green, mama. Your pussy is soaking my cock, I can feel how wet you are.” His hips buck, pushing his cock against my clit, my juices acting as a lubricant.

“Oh fuck,” I moan, but he stops before he even starts, and I groan.

“That’s four now. Ten to go,” Zander says.

“Ten?” I screech, “Why ten?”

I want to sob; every nerve is already alight with how horny I am. I want to combust, and they are expecting me to be ok with having another ten orgasms withheld.

“Fourteen, actually. One for every day you were gone. We want you needy, desperate for us to fuck you, and then when we finally let you come, you’ll be dizzy with need.”

I want to pout, I want to moan, but I know they need this just as much as I do.

“Color?” Zander asks when he sees my hesitation.

“Green, sir,” I smile, turning my head back to Dominic’s pierced cock, and I hollow my cheeks as I suck him down.

Dominic groans, his hand fisting in my hair as he guides his cock further into my mouth, and soon it’s all too much; the orgasm I feel building is ripped from me as if they are all in sync, and they all pull back.

“Fuck,” I moan when they deny another.

My body gave up holding myself up three denied orgasms ago, tremors racking my body from the slightest touch.

Everywhere is sensitive, and I just want to come; I want someone to fuck me.

Tobias practically weeps under me; I can feel how soaked I’ve made us both, and I’m seeking the friction I desperately need as I rock against his rock-hard cock.

“Are you needy, Princess?” Zander asks, his cock fisted in his hand, “Is your pussy soaked for us and ready for us to fill?”

“Please,” I plead.

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