Page 82 of Brutal Queen

In perfect synchronicity, Zo’s fingers slip through my folds, sliding from entrance to clit. Benny and I harmonise a duet of pleasure. Hands roam our bodies, demanding our ever-increasing ecstasy.

When Nico moves a hand to Benny’s chest, Sinclair moves his to tweak and torture my peaked nipples. When Enzo plunges three fingers into my aching core, Nico drops a hand to press his fingertip to Benny’s tight rim.

My pussy starts to pulse and flutter, clenching around Zo’s thick fingers.

“What do you enjoy more? The pleasure I’m giving you, or watching Nico bring Benny to the brink? Because the way your eager little cunt has my fingers in a constant chokehold, it’s hard to tell,” Enzo croons, stopping his slow assault on my pussy.

“Let’s do a little experiment,” Sinclair says, lowering a hand to my core, and wrapping his hand around Zo’s wrist, dragging him out of me.

I’m left empty and bereft. “You can’t chase away a woman's orgasm like that. It’s cruel and an unusual punishment.” My voice sounds desperate, thick with lust, and breathless.

I’m pushed forwards, my hands falling to Zo’s shoulders while Sinclair wrestles his jeans down. I flex my grip and smile when my talons bite into the thick corded muscles across his shoulders, making Enzo’s eyelids flutter shut and a soft moan rumble from his throat. The head of Sinclair's cock springs free and bounces against the curve of my ass, drawing a giggle from my lips.

Sinclair runs his hand up my neck and threads his fingers into my hair, holding tight and wrenching me back to him. His free hand grasps my hip tight enough that I know I’ll be adorned with his prints tomorrow.

Daddy Sin is out to play and entirely in charge right now.

He moves me like his own personal fucktoy, dragging my core to his length and positioning his fat head at my entrance. I’m pulled back, sliding down his cock, taking him to the hilt. My moans are a near-constant hum of rapture, but they’re nothing to the cries of ecstasy coming from Benny. Nico is teasing him towards an orgasm he’s desperately trying to stave off as he watches Sinclair impale me.

Benny looks wild, like a sinewy mustang about to be broken, straining against the control of his rider. His pupils areblown, and he’s biting his bottom lip, neck straining as he throws his head back. It’s obvious it’s not only the sight of me stretched wide around Sin that’s mesmerising him, I know he wants Sin’s cock as much as he wants my cunt.

“You're going to be such a good girl for us,colibrì. Hold off your orgasm for as long as you can. Help me edge our Benny to the point of euphoria.” Sin’s voice is deep and rich and reverberates through me, dusting goosebumps over my skin.

Benny cries out and we lock eyes, held hostage by the overwhelming sensations that are bombarding us. If I didn’t know every inflection he’s capable of, I’d worry Sinclair and Nico were pushing him too far, but I can tell that he’s a breath away from subspace and loving every second of this. I’m not far behind him either.

Sinclair's grip on my hair tightens again. “Ride me, Aurora. And while you’re at it, put your pet out of his misery.Lasciati divorare da lui.”

At Sinclair’s command, I do exactly as he suggests. Raking my nails up Enzo’s chest, I rest one hand over his tattooed collar and the other furrows through his dark waves.

“Divorami, mio re,” I command, gripping his hair and dragging his eager mouth to my pussy. The moment his tongue grazes my clit, I buck against him. Enzo’s palms massage their way up my thighs, pushing me wider before he welds them to my hips and holds me firmly in place as he ravishes my swollen bundle of nerves. I grind against Zo’s brutal mouth while pulsing and spasming around Sin’s thick cock.

The five of us are a beautiful writhing mess of rapture, and seeing my pleasure mirrored back in their glazed eyes pushes me dangerously close to my climax.

“Please, please let me come. I need to come,” I beg.

“I know you do, hummingbird. I can feel it every time your cunt clamps down on my cock. Such a good fucking girl for me,” Sin croons, releasing his hold on my hair and wrapping his arms around me, pulling back flush against his chest and teasing my taut pink nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefingers. It sends rapid throbbing surges straight to my clit and teasing me closer to my peak.

“Please, Sin. Let me come.”

“Oh fucking hell, please. Please, let her come. I can’t hold off.” Benny’s words are urgent and edged with delirium.

“You know the rules, Bambi. If you come first, there will be consequences,” Nico interrupts, tensing the arm behind Benny’s back. I can’t see what he’s doing but from the garbled whimper that bursts from Benny’s lips, I’d guess Nico was more than knuckle deep in his ass.

“You’re not playing fair, I can’t hold it off,” Benny screams out, his neck straining with the effort of resisting whatever pleasure Nico is coaxing from him.

“I know I’m not, Bambi. But I’m going to love watching Sinclair punish you,” Nico says with a devilish smile on his lips.

Benny comes in thick ropes that fall in haphazard splashes across his chest. The moment Nico releases his dick and starts to rub the glistening release into Benny’s skin, I fall apart. A white hot light bursts behind my fluttering eyelids. I try to close my legs, fighting against the tidal wave of euphoria chasing its way through my core. Sinclair spreads his legs wider, keeping me open, allowing Enzo to tongue me through my orgasm and then some.

I push Enzo away, needing a moment to catch my breath. As I’m gulping down lungfuls of air, he kneels up tall before surging to his feet, hooking his arms under mine and pulling me with him. I mumble a pathetic ‘no fair’ when Sinclair slips out of me.

“Don’t pout. I’m going to fill you right back up again,” Enzo chastises. He’s all hard edges and taking charge now that he’s off his knees. I’m lifted from the floor, marched to the end of the sofa, and thrown over the arm. I squeal with delight. As much as I enjoy dominating Zo, I love how fluid our dynamic is in a group setting. He’s as comfortable taking control as he is giving it up to me.

Resting on my elbows, I arch my back when I feel Zo sinking into me. When he bottoms out, my gasp is stolen by a kiss from Benny who’s now over Sinclair’s lap on his handsand knees. His kiss communicates everything without the need for words. I feel every one of his emotions being etched on my soul with each delicate press of his lips.

It’s not just Benny I feel. I sense every one of them on a cellular level. The heat of four hungry gazes blazing their trail over my skin, treasuring every inch of me. I have never felt more loved, more adored, or more desired.

Colours dance behind my eyes when Zo moves again, starting an achingly slow assault on my pussy. My next climax surges to life, sparking jolts of pleasure that make my nipples ache.

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