Page 389 of Phobia
My greedy body quivered on the platform. “I need more,” I moaned, my hands slipping between my legs and my thighs squeezing hard to alleviate the pressure.
The next man flipped me onto my belly so that I was sunny side up for him. He pulled my hips up and parted my knees. I heard the loud expectoration of spit before something thick and wet—saliva—dripped down my crack. He messily rubbed it in. Then, pressure breeched my hole. Like a bull finding the red cape, he held me in place and barreled into me. A ring of fire scorched me back there, robbing me of my breath. My hole was too small for his size, and I clawed at the stone below me to stay upright. It burned too much.
Sensing my pain, he reached around with one hand and rubbed my nub. The memory of my lost orgasm crashed into me yet again, reminding me that I was enjoying this twisted gang bang.
“Oh, God,” I cried out.
“God can’t help you now, sweetheart,” he grunted as he started to move in me.
My body adjusted to the ache, and I felt my hips start to rock against the intrusion.
He tapped against my clit so deliciously that I could feel my orgasm within reach. With every grunt over me, his breath blew over my spine.
“It’s my turn,” a voice declared. And suddenly, the fire from behind was extinguished. I looked down between my knees to see a head of dark hair resting on the altar. “Ride my face, baby girl.”
I didn’t know the man’s name, nor did I care. As I lowered my pelvis onto his face, his tongue darted out, laving my folds in expert strokes. I hummed as he drank from me like he was a fish who had been away from water for far too long.
The change in posture made me feel powerful, like a goddess, atop this mystery man for all to see. The groans of approval from the other men stoked my dominance. I set my gaze on each of the men present, because of me—to witness my bliss. Their only job was to satisfy me.
I found the one who mattered most.Bastien.He watched me like I was the most beautiful woman in the world.
My breath quickened, and that all too familiar wound-up feeling choked me again. “Bastien, please!” I called out. I wanted him inside of me, fucking me raw. Only he could cure my agony.
His gaze remained transfixed on my gyrating hips as he closed the distance between us. He appeared at my side, licking his lips slowly like he was about to consume the feast of a lifetime.
He gently cradled my chin in his hand and swiveled my head in his direction. The man below continued fucking me with his tongue, but it was Bastien’s molten stare that sent heat flooding through my pussy.
Bastien’s mouth crashed over mine, stripping me of my already ragged breath. His tongue slicked over my teeth and then plunged deep into the back of my mouth. The fingers I loved pinched my nipple hard, then massaged the pain away.
I nearly lost my mind when the tip of the mystery man’s tongue wriggled against my slit. It was all more than my body could handle, yet I was taking everything they unleashed on me. I had never felt this strong, yet so weak for more at the same time.
Unexpectedly, Bastien lifted me off the altar and off the man whose tongue had been base-deep inside my slick pussy. He held me in his arms and I wrapped my legs around him. I let out a frustrated scream, and the cunt-sucker scurried away. The orgasm that never came had eluded me once again, and I was dying to release her.
“Why won’t you let me come?! If you don’t fuck me now, I’ll kill every last one of you.” In my rage, I sank my nails into his back so deep that I was certain to draw blood.
He let out a howling laugh. “My little animal is in heat.”
“I need it now,” I shrieked. I was a woman out of control, squeezing his throat with my hands and kicking my legs wildly as he tried to hold me still against him. I was going to get my orgasm, even if I had to murder to get it.
“Yeh want to be fucked, little songbird? Then yeh better open up those lips wide, because I’m going to rip you to pieces by the time I’m done.”
“Shit, yes!” I cried out, rubbing my pussy against his hard abs.
He slammed me back down onto the altar and his pants dropped in record speed. His juicy cock stood at attention. It was my favorite sight in the world—like hard onyx that glistened with wetness at the tip.
I squeezed my tits in response and smoothed my hands down my body to the apex between my legs, my own slickness coating my hands. It was everywhere...all over my lips, my ass, and my thighs. I was a sticky, sweet mess before I had even finished.
Bastien fisted his length. The liquid noises his cock made in his hand with each stroke made saliva pool in my mouth.Just one taste.I deserved it after all he had put me through tonight.
“No,” he said, already knowing my intentions. “I’m having that pussy tonight. We will consummate our bond for good, my queen.”
“Fuck me, baby,” I begged, gripping my own shaking thighs.
He moved forward and lined up with my entrance. With one thrust of his hips, he slammed into me, releasing a horrific groan. I was so wet that he slid completely in, filling me to the brim. Thickness coupled with expanse was a deadly combination, stuffing me so hard that my virginal channel tried to expel the pressure.
“God fucking dammit, y’er so tight,” he gritted out.
Everything just felt too full. I clasped onto his neck. “Bastien, it hurts.”
