Page 50 of Empire of Carnage
“For what?” she asked.
“For not seeing it then, for not realizinghowyou needed me. I’m sorry I let you down. I won’t fail you again,” I told her, gripping a handful of her hair in my fist and pulling her to my cock.
Zerkos got off the bed and went rummaging through a dresser drawer for something. Her lips parted and I slid inside, feeling her hot mouth accepting me with ease. Her lips wrapped over her teeth, and she moved her head along with the guidance of my hand. Mateo positioned himself underneath her, grabbing her hips and guiding her down to his dick.
Each pump of his cock inside her vibrated from her mouth onto me as she moaned around my shaft. Her back teeth clinked over the metal bars of my Jacob’s ladder, sending a jolt of pleasure up my spine and drawing my balls up higher.
Not yet.I told myself, slowing up on her movements and loosening my grip on her hair.
“Does that feel good? Is Mateo all the way inside you?” I asked.
She nodded and mumbled a response with my cock inside her mouth.
She had tears streaming down the side of her face, but she hadn’t asked me to stop, and something told me she needed this for her own healing. I squeezed my grip around the hair on the base of her skull once more and pulled her to me, shoving myself as far down her throat as I could.
“Oh fuck.” I breathed out just as her tongue swirled around one of the bars in my piercing. “Your mouth is perfect.”
The bed dipped from Ronan’s weight as he climbed onto it, opening a bottle of lube and squeezing it out onto his cock before letting it drip down to her ass.
“Are you ready for me, Flower?”
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Ithought I was ready to answer but it wasn’t his fingers inside me that I felt, preparing to open me up so that his cock could slide inside with ease. No, it was the head of his manhood, pushing against the tight barrier of my ass while Mateo made no effort to slow his methodical thrusts into me from below.
“Puta madre!” I dropped Santos from my mouth in order to cry out just as he pressed his way in, bottoming out inside me.
I was so full. It was the kind of sensation that felt so unreal it seemed wrong, feeling both their lengths sliding in and out of me, stretching me to the brim and rubbing against each other through a thin barrier of skin.
“Oh God,”I cried out again just as Santos gripped the back of my hair once again.
“God isn’t the one filling up all your holes right now, morena,” he reminded me, pulling my face towards him so that he could use it for his own pleasure. “Should I stop?” he asked just low enough for me to hear, making me realize I’d closed my eyes again.
I shook my head side to side and blinked up at him.
If I stayed looking at them, they kept me grounded. Kept me from glimpsing into the memories I wanted to stay locked tight in the vault inside my head. Because I knew that when I looked up it wasn’t the face of a monster that I would see, it was the face of someone who loved me. The face of someone who did whatever he could to keep me safe, and I did the same for him. That’s what our scars meant, they meant we loved each other, and that someone else felt threatened by that.
Guillermo didn’t deserve my fear, and he didn’t deserve an ounce of my memories.
I took a deep breath and shifted my eyes up to him, seeing nothing but love and admiration in the reflection of that hazel stare. He slowed down like he could sense my thoughts and he cupped my face with the palm of his hand.
“Morena?” he asked, furrowing his eyebrows.
“No, please. Don’t stop.” I shook my head with barely enough time to open my mouth again as he slammed his way in, hitting the back of my throat with every thrust of his hips. They were somehow in sync, each thrust hitting the deepest parts of me like a steady metronome.
So many hands were reaching out, caressing, stroking and rubbing every sensitive part of me, making my head spin from an overload of pleasure.
In and out, in and out. They filled me up, stretching me past what I thought was possible. The first orgasm came from a buildup, my core tightening as it waited in anticipation for the release while my body slow climbed that diving board reaching higher and higher towards bliss, ready to submerge into the water. I couldn’t cry. I couldn’t scream. Each attempt only muffled by Santos’ pierced cock thrusting deeper into my mouth.
“I’m gonna come,” he whispered, his eyes staying fixed on mine before he held my head in place, his entire length sheathed down my throat as he emptied his release so deep inside me I couldn’t even taste his salt on my tongue. I fought back the urge to gag everytime he hit the back of my throat but the sound of me choking on his dick just made him moan louder.
He pulled out of my mouth, his cock slapping Mateo in the forehead, making him scowl. I couldn’t hold back my laughter as he shoved Santos away from him, but it was cut short when Ronan yanked on my hair. He pulled me against him, forcing me upright so that my back was pressed to his chest. I dropped my hands to Mateo’s sculpted abs, holding myself in place as they both moved in and out of me.
“Oh F—” Ronan cut me off, releasing my hair and wrapping his fingers around my throat.
His thumb stroked up and down the sides gently before he applied pressure. I moaned, closing my eyes to surrender just as fingers slid between my folds and forced a burst of pleasure to cascade all throughout my body. I wasn’t sure who they belonged to, and sparks of color were blooming throughout my vision. Just as I was getting to that floaty place my thighs shook and weakened under me, my orgasm coursing through me like a broken power line sparking over wet asphalt.
