Page 22 of Empire of Carnage
“Please.”
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Celia
It was nearly unbearable, having all of them watching me, craving their touch, and not getting it. Mateo sensed my need and rolled my nipples between his fingers again, flooding me with an aching desire for more.
“Puta madre. Please,” I begged.
Ronan chuckled louder. “I regret not doing this sooner.”
Mateo sat, bringing me down on his lap with his erection pressed at my ass.
“I’m going to fuck you here, Sunshine,” he whispered in my ear.
He wasn’t quiet about it though, and Ronan tossed a bottle of lube his way with a smirk. Santos peppered kisses down my neck, his fingers dancing their way down my belly until they found the slick folds of my pussy right against Mateo’s thigh. He moved his leg out of the way, getting ready for what was going to come next.
Santos’ fingers made contact with my clit just as Mateo’s lubed up fingers skirted the entrance of my puckered hole. First one finger slid through, eliciting a full body shudder from me while Santos sparked bursts of pleasure from me.
I moaned again and heard a wheezed grunt coming from Ronan.
Mateo inserted one more finger just as Santos speared himself inside my pussy, fingers scissoring their way in and rubbing against my walls. I cried out, an unexpected orgasm bursting its way out of me before I was ready.
“You weren’t supposed to come yet, Sunshine,” Mateo whispered in my ear.
I clutched his thighs, digging my nails into his flesh as I rode the last of that wave and forced him to hold me up from behind. He gave me the courtesy of letting me catch my breath before he hitched my legs up, wrapping my knees over his elbow and splaying me open for Santos and Ronan.
“Do you want him to fuck your ass, baby?” Ronan asked me.
“Yes.” I nodded at him first before turning my head back to Mateo.
He shoved his tongue into my mouth, a passionate sloppy kiss to distract me from the burning sting of his way too thick of a monster cock pressing against my puckered hole.
“Fuck!” I bit out, breaking our kiss as the head pushed its way through the tight barrier before sliding in. “Shit. Shit. Shit.” I breathed, recognizing how long it had been since the last time.
Santos dropped his head down my center, licking this way through my most sensitive area while Mateo continued to work his way inside me. With a few more thrusts he had bottomed out, and the confusing sensation of fullness paired with the emptiness I still felt with my pussy unoccupied was too much to bear.
“I need both of you, please,” I gasped, yanking my fingers through Santos’ hair to pull him up to my face level.
He wet his bottom lip. Any reservation he may have had before was now gone. I could see it clearly. We’d wasted too much time holding back before, and all it got us was regrets and scars. It was time to claim what we wanted and burn anyone and everything that stood in the way of it.
I practically screamed once Santos pushed himself inside. Each bar of his piercing drug along my walls with every inch he sunk deeper inside me. He knew exactly the type of madness that thing caused, and he knew how to use it well. He pulled out completely before he’d had a chance to go more than one or two bars in, and with a violent thrust of his hips, he impaled me.
The noise I made wasn’t human.
It didn’t stop them from continuing their torture.
Mateo still held my legs under the knees, and Santos’ hands roamed everywhere they could find within reach. Thrusting back and forth once they’d found a rhythm that worked for them both.
“I can feel your dick piercings,” Mateo groaned, making me wonder what that felt like for him, if it felt this good for me.
“Fuck,” Santos breathed out, picking up speed.
“Wrap your hands around her neck.” Ronan gave one last command and I waited to see which one of them would oblige.
Mateo froze, but I knew it was in hesitation. I gave Santos my most seductive stare, challenging him to dare to disobey. He didn’t have it in him. His hand found its way to my throat, pressing at the side to restrict my blood flow. Mateo did the rest of the work, moving my hips in sync with his thrusts so that each time my hip came down I would come down onto Santos as well.
The position had his dick hitting my g-spot every time he skewered into me, but with his grip around my neck I wasn’t able to moan, to cry, or scream. My breathing was shallow but the winding in my core grew tighter as my body got closer and closer to release. One hand still on Mateo’s thigh, the other gripped Santos’ forearm, and I squeezed, knowing an earth shattering climax was just around the corner.
