Page 97 of Empire of Carnage
“Half a mile,” Santos announced, his taunting forcing Mateo to pull all the way out before sending his full length deep inside of me all at once. His fingers found the bundle of nerves between my legs, giving me just enough of the friction I craved to let go.
Three more full thrusts and the build up inside me finally crashed, my orgasm pulling me under, forcing me to let go of my ankles and cry my release in Santos’ direction while Mateo kept my head pressed down and thrusted into me repeatedly.
He didn’t come, but he tucked himself into his pants regardless.
Ronan peeled into the driveway, the car drifting slightly from the use of the emergency break at such a high speed before we came to a full stop. Ronan jumped out of the driver’s seat and dashed in front of us, barking spanish orders at anyone who might have been hanging around out in the open as he yelled at them to go into their rooms.
I screamed as Mateo tossed me over his shoulder, naked, ass bare and facing the sun. I lifted my head off his back to see Santos following close behind, his eyes narrowed as he focused on me with a predatory gaze.
I moaned hard with the feeling of a hard hand against my backside as we crossed the threshold, not having to be told that it came from Ronan before seeing the satisfactory smile plastered across his face.
Mateo carried me past the living area and out into the courtyard, dropping me onto a long leather bench. The three of them loomed over me without moving, they were lethal, mine. We were always together now, always the four of us. Santos was the first to drop his pants to the floor, his pierced cock standing tall and threatening me with pleasure.
“You know, wecantake turns right?” I laughed, but their expressions remained hard.
“But you scream so much louder when it's the three of us ruining that greedy cunt of yours.” Ronan’s words were so filthy they alone had the power to start the fire inside me up again.
“Make room.” Santos closed in on me, sitting behind me and practically pulling me onto his lap with my ass over his cock while his hands traveled down my thighs.
He spread my knees apart, running his fingers up and down my slit. I dropped my head back to his shoulder, a moan falling through my lips as his touch sparked pleasure all the way through my body. Ronan turned around, walking through the courtyard and back indoors.
“Where are you going?” Mateo shouted to him.
“I’ll be back.”
I switched my focus to the way Santos’ hands moved up and down my body, caressing me, moving over the sensitive parts of my thighs before he’d slip a finger or two inside me briefly. Always teasing, never fully committing, and driving me wild with want.
“Oh fuck, morena. You’re drenched.” He lifted his fingers up to show me the proof, shoving them in my mouth to lick clean.
I swirled my tongue around them, before he pulled them from my mouth with a loud popping sound.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged through my whispers.
Mateo chuckled, stepping closer to the edge of the bench, where my cunt dripped down over the leather fabric. I was sensitive everywhere, aching to be touched and for the next release when he lowered his head between my legs and slipped his tongue inside me.
I gasped, my fingernails gripping tight around Santos’ forearms.
They lifted my hips up into the air, Mateo’s mouth staying locked around my clit even as Santos impaled me onto his thick shaft. I shuddered at him filling me up, each bar of his Jacob’s ladder rubbing up against me in the most delicious way.
He thrusted into me, each time a wild spark of pleasure surging through me, threatening to bring me closer to ruin as pleasure spread throughout my body. Tremors took over me as I convulsed from pleasure around Santos’ cock.
Mateo’s head lifted up from between my legs just as Ronan reappeared, taking his shirt off and reaching into his pocket and pulling out a clear bottle.
“Are you ready for me to fuck your ass, reina?” Santos whispered in my ear.
“No,” Ronan answered for me, dropping his pants down and stepping out of them before he coated his cock in lube.
He threw it in our direction, barely giving Santos the heads up he needed to catch it.
“You don’t want me to—” Santos started.
“I want to feel those bars against my cock while we're both inside her,” Ronan explained with a smirk.
“Wait, what?” I finally understood what he was suggesting, worrying about what state they wanted to leave my poor pussy in.
Rest In Peace.
“You can handle it. You can handle anything, can’t you?” He taunted me as Santos’ fingers locked tighter around my hips.
