by Zoey Marcel
Emmett nipped her earlobe and moved the brush away when she started to get the pre-orgasmic shakes. When they settled he tormented her clit yet again with the tool.
“With five cocks you’ll come so hard you won’t know what hit you. What happens if we get greedy, Melanie? What then? What happens if one round with you isn’t enough for us?” His timbre darkened, scalding her from within as his warm breath fanning her ear gave her shivers. “What if we demand to go a second time with you, or even a third round?”
“Oh god,” she breathed. “Please, please let me come.”
“Who the devil are you talking to, sub?”
“Sir. P–please. It’s too much. Oh god!” She cried out, muscles jerking in frustration when he pulled the toothbrush away.
“I think I’ll let you come now.” He reinstated the abuse of the instrument of hygiene. “What will you do if the five of us want a second or third round with you in the same night, sub? That would be the equivalent of getting fucked by ten or fifteen men. Is that what you want, Melanie—to get fucked by the five of us until you can’t even walk?”
Her finale crept over her, drawing her breath out in shallow pants as moisture trickled down her inner thighs.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Will you take it, sub—all those cocks and orgasms?”
“Yes…S–Sir.”
“Your cunt will be so sore. We’ll give you pain until it feels good and pleasure you until it starts to hurt.”
His hand went to her throat, thrilling something primal in her.
“Say you want it that way.”
“I…I want it that way, Sir.”
The release took control of her, tearing a fragmented outcry from her throat. The sudden barrier of Emmett’s hand over her mouth made her dizzy with need.
“There’s a good girl. Come for me, Mellie.” He kissed her head and shut the toothbrush off. “We were going to go at the same time, but I think we’ll give your tender ass a break tonight.”
Diego sat on the chair, working his dick up and down. “She could suck my cock while you take her from behind.”
“I was thinking we would take turns in her cunt and set her off inside.”
He smiled. “Even better.”
Melanie’s pulse went erratic when Diego presented her with a condom.
“Kneel and put this on me. Kiss my cock before you arm it.”
She wobbled into a kneeling position and lightly kissed the tip of his erection, smiling when it bobbed and he sucked in a bunch of air. Unrolling the condom, she gripped his shaft by the root and then pulled the rubber on over his appendage.
The way he stood abruptly and yanked her to her feet fired her libido. He pushed her down so her breasts were smashed against the mattress and then he worked his protected cock into her gradually.
“Ow.” She winced at the broad head demanding entrance.
“Shh. You’re fine, dolce. I’ll take care of you.” Diego rubbed her swollen clit and got her off before inching more of his dick into her. “You’re going to take me now, Melanie. I want you to.”
She swallowed, breathing heavily. Both men were so dominant and controlling in bed it made her feverish. “Yes, Sir.”
He stabbed his erection deeper into her channel, triggering brief pain that melted into pleasing fullness. His cock was long and thick as it consumed her with pleasure. This was the first time he’d ever been in her vagina. He felt bigger than the others, longer anyway.
He guided her hips back and then started to piston into her body. His first few strokes said he would be careful, but every thrust following the initial ones said “to hell with that.” The pounding was fast and brutal. He didn’t last long, but she figured it was longer than it would have been if he’d barebacked her since condoms dulled sensation for men to an extent.
Emmett’s bawdy description of all those dicks screwing her passed through her mind the more Diego slammed into her body, putting pressure on her sweet spot. She had the urge to go and wanted to escape from it, but she willed herself to stay there and take it, knowing what would eventually follow.
He sounded like he was close to coming, but he stopped and caught his breath. He hammered into her some more, chuckling breathlessly at her pleading cries.
“Do you feel hot in your cunt, dolce?” Diego asked.
“Yes, Sir.”
The peeing urges were gone and now intense heat fired like an oven inside her pussy.
“Mmm, good.”
He massaged her plump clit, making her sob from the ecstasy. She came hard on his cock and screamed into the mattress. It wasn’t a bloodcurdling sound, more of a ragged cry of torment.
A groan strangled in Diego’s throat. He fucked his cock forcefully up inside her, riding her pleasure waves until he, too, succumbed to euphoria. She felt proud of herself for making such an experienced man come so hard from the sound of it. He pelted her with fierce jabs of his dick, tearing a scream of pain from her.
He slumped over her, breathing against her skin. “Did I hurt you, little submissive?”
She found the endearment sweet. “A little, but I’m okay…Sir.”
He pressed a kiss to her neck that elicited a fit of shivers. Her pussy fluttered with psychotic vibrations when he ejected from her. She clutched on emptiness as liquid streamed from her. She saw that his condom was intact and figured that they had worked her up so much that she was completely soaked with her own arousal.
Emmett was already suited up and ready to go. He approached her with a devilish smile and then flung her up onto the bed on all fours. He climbed on quickly and mounted her like an animal.
“I’m going to make you come so hard.” His voice sounded rough with need.
Mellie practically flew forward when his surging cock jabbed into her so suddenly it shocked a wild gasp from her. He battered into her with hot, vicious strokes. Her G-spot blazed from the attention. The sensitized gland felt like it swelled and extended toward his thrusting dick, begging for relief.
“It really is too much.”
She yipped at the unexpected spanking to her rear and then moaned in tormented bliss at his unwavering control over her.
“If you can’t handle two cocks, how will you be able to take five?”
“I don’t think I can.”
“You can and you will. You’re perfect for us, Melanie.”
Diego cleared his throat. “She’s not calling you Sir.”
“You’re right,” Emmett realized, stopping suddenly. “I don’t know how you Doms keep track of that while you’re fucking. I was going to take it easy on you, sub, but since you insist on disrespecting me, you leave me with no choice but to make you come so hard you go blind from it.”
She saw Diego roll his eyes. “I think you should let me train her for Greyson. You know nothing of his desires.”
“I’m sure you’re right, Diego. You know far more about Greyson’s desires than I do,” Emmett said in an almost sassy tone.
Melanie saw Diego’s eyes narrow as if in warning.
Before she could reflect on it too much, Emmett started up again at ramming speed, showing her hot spot no mercy. Her mangled scream was smothered by the covers. The inferno devouring her G-spot intensified and she knew it was over.
“Oh god, Emmett!”
“Call him Sir,” Diego reminded her when Emmett’s only reply to her came in feral grunts.
“Sir, I’m going to come.”
“Ask him for permission,” Diego said firmly.
“P–please, Sir. Oh god!”
She started to come before he told her she could, but Emmett didn’t seem to give a damn.
“Come,” he ground out, though she already was.
She was glad he was more of a Top than a Dom. It was probably better to start off that way and work up to whatever bedroom domination Diego was interested in.
Her cunt latched on to Emmett’s cock for dear life and she bit down on the covers to smother her overwhelmed screams. T
he flames of her vaginal orgasm devoured her, spreading through her whole body and setting off explosions all throughout her system. It most definitely hadn’t been like this with her two exes. She’d never even come with them, but even if she had it could never be this good.
“Jesus!” Emmett roared and speared into her deeper.
She assumed by the rapid succession of his short, quick jabs that he came.
She plopped completely onto the mattress, loving the sweaty tightness of his muscles when he lay down on top of her.
“I think you both need training,” Diego teased, “but after that impressive show I can forgive the fact that you forgot your roles.”
Emmett chortled, sounding out of breath. “There’s no staying in control with this one. If you think you can do better, you’re welcome to try.”
Diego smiled. “I will have my turn with her once you’ve done what you must.”
Melanie watched the Mexican hottie walk into the bathroom to shower off. Emmett pulled out of her slowly and then flipped her over onto her side and spooned her. He hovered halfway over her, peering down at her while she gazed up at him. His fingers trailing down the side of her body felt delicious.
He didn’t say anything for a full minute, simply followed his fingers down her body with his stare before looking deeply into her eyes.
“Why were you self-conscious in bed in the beginning? Is it because you have a little meat on your bones, or because some prick told you that you were no good in bed?”
She clammed up, feeling exposed and inadequate. “I’m fine with my body for the most part. My ex-boyfriend Danny said a few things that kind of stuck with me.”
“Like what?”
Oh dear, he wanted her to open up to him. This was awkward. What if her mentioning Danny’s dislikes about her made Emmett realize that he was getting the short end of the stick by being with her?
“I was never good at hand jobs with him because he was circumcised. I was good with my first boyfriend since he was uncut, but I never really got the hang of it with Danny.”
“Why didn’t the imbecile show you what pleased him?”
“I…I guess he was impatient. I don’t blame him.”
“You should,” Emmett said sternly. “He never took the time to get you off or show you what he liked and then had the audacity to complain that you were frigid.”
His knowledge amazed her. “How did you know he said that?”
“If he never took the time to pleasure you and wouldn’t teach you what he wanted from you, it likely left you bored and self-conscious. If there’s anything I’ve learned it’s that women generally want to feel closeness to their partners while having sex. Men want to know that their partner is impressed with their skill in bed and the size of their dick.”
Mellie smiled. “I could have tried harder to show him what I liked. I did try, but he got frustrated when he didn’t get it right. He preferred quickies anyway. That way he could get his fix and then go chase the next big high.”
“You said he was on drugs.”
She nodded.
“Why did you stay with him?”
She glanced downward, feeling stupid but not quite sorry for trying. “He needed me.”
“You mean you needed him.”
“I didn’t love him, Sir.”
“Emmett is fine. I know you didn’t love him. You saw someone broken and you wanted to fix him.”
“Yeah.”
“Do you think by doing nice things for people it will multiply your reward in heaven?”
Now she was annoyed. She would have bitten the logical skeptic’s head off with an indignant response, but he didn’t sound snotty and it wasn’t in her to be sharp-tongued…generally.
“I don’t believe in heaven.”
Her reply sounded calm, but her mind was thinking, Listen here, turd.
Emmett appeared surprised. “You lived at a convent for several years.”
“It was just an escape because I have a lot of baggage in my past and I needed peace. I’ve never believed in any religion. I believe in God, though.”
“You don’t believe in any kind of afterlife? No hellish torment or heavenly reward?”
“No. Do you?”
“I’m an atheist.”
She blinked at him. “Oh.”
He smirked a little. “Is that a problem?”
“No. I was just surprised since Hunter is…a priest.”
“I take after our mother. She was an outspoken, classy British woman who believed in science. Hunter leaned more toward deism and inner reflection like our father. A Catholic friend eventually converted Hunter.” Emmett was quiet for a moment as he ran his hand tenderly up and down her body. “I understand giving and working toward the betterment of mankind. Even I do that occasionally, as selfish as I am, but you run yourself into the ground with it. It’s not healthy. Why not be acceptably generous? Why kill yourself over trying to help screwed up people?”
She thought for a second, struggling to form a coherent sentence when he touched and looked at her body like that.
“Well, I think it’s because I don’t believe in heaven that I’m this way. I don’t even know if there’s an afterlife, and if by chance there’s not, I think people should be able to have the best life they can while they’re still breathing.” She sucked in a shallow breath of air when he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “I want people to be happy and taken care of. I don’t mind making sacrifices to help make their lives better.”
Emmett was quiet for a moment. “Hunter is one of the few religious people I respect because he doesn’t do good deeds for any kind of reward. He simply wants to help the less fortunate. I’ve never met anyone as giving as him, certainly not a woman…until you.”
The depth in his eyes caught her off guard. He seemed deeply moved by her words.
“Don’t ever change, Mellie.”
He slanted his mouth over hers, stealing a brief, shallow kiss from her that was warm and wet. The contact stirred her lust to life, but the intimate rolling of their tongues was as sweet as it was decadent.
He pulled away from her mouth slowly and pecked her lips with an almost weightless kiss. It turned her on that he was pretty much on top of her now. His humid breath warmed her skin, and he was so close she saw the faint lines on his handsome face. She felt the compact muscle of his torso pressing into her breasts and belly while the hair beneath his navel cushioned her flesh.
His silent gaze held her, bewitched her, and God forbid, touched her deeply.
“What are you thinking?” she whispered.
He feathered his fingertips down her body, becoming especially fascinated by her nipples. The contact made her breasts tighten and the small knobs of flesh tingle.
“When I met you I thought you were easily in the top five most attractive women I’ve ever seen. Now…” He shook his head, not looking at her as he observed his own hand on its erotic exploration of her body.
“Now?” she prodded, not sure what to expect coming out of his painfully honest mouth.
He made eye contact with her this time and scooted up her body, positioning himself completely on top of her. The feel of his body on top of hers was to die for. It would have been a fleshly paradise if the soiled condom wasn’t still hanging out on his shaft.
“The truth is you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met, inside and out.”
Her eyes felt moist and for a second she couldn’t speak. “Thank you.”
They shared a deep, meaningful kiss that lasted longer this time. When their mouths detached from one another he caressed her in the balmy heat of his shallow breaths.
“If it’s the last thing I do, I’m going to find a way for you to see your daughter again,” he vowed in a steamy hush.
Mellie’s eyes bubbled over, blinding her as she reached for her lover. “Thank you.”
He held her close in his strong embrace while she wept.
She’d quipped earlier abo
ut how he would lose the challenge and couldn’t make her fall in love with him. But deep in her heart she knew she’d already lost to him.
Chapter Six
Mellie fell a little behind at the airport. Too many frigging people. Someone bumped into her hard and she dropped her plane ticket, trying to brace herself. The man caught her in his arms to keep her from falling.
“Are you okay?” he asked in a Southern drawl.
“Yeah, thank you.” She started to bend to grab her ticket, stopping when he beat her to it.
“Allow me.” He glanced at the ticket and then handed it to her. “South Dakota, huh?”
“Yeah.”
Her jaw dropped and her heart stammered in her chest when she saw the man’s face. The structure looked like her ex’s face, but the eye color and hair color were wrong. This man had blond hair and brown eyes. Her ex had brown hair and green eyes. Plus this man had a Southern accent.
“You should stop by Deadwood and Mt. Rushmore,” the man suggested. “Great tourist sites. Then of course there are the Badlands and the Black Hills. Can’t forget those.”
“Danny?”
His brow furrowed in confusion. “You must have me confused with someone else. My name is Darryl.”
“Oh. Sorry. You just look kind of like my ex.”
He grinned, sweeping her over with his gaze. “Stupid man for giving up a girl like you.”
It suddenly occurred to her that his hands were still on her arms and he stood inappropriately close.
Just then Emmett grabbed the man by the shoulder and yanked him away from her. “Take your hands off her.”
Outrage flashed in Darryl’s eyes, but to his credit he became civil again rather quickly. “Easy, partner. I almost knocked her over. We were just making pleasant conversation.”
“It’s okay, Emmett. He didn’t mean anything by it,” Mellie protested.
Darryl shrugged out of Emmett’s clutches.
Diego placed a hand on her shoulder. “Be on your way.”
“Overprotective boyfriends you got there,” Darryl told her. “Smells of abuse. Better get out while you can, darlin’.”
