by Zoey Marcel
Diego’s erection teased the seam of her lips until she opened her mouth and began sipping the pre-cum from his hot flesh. He let out a long, deep moan and threaded his fingers in her hair.
It sounded like Emmett lay down next to her. He must be lying on his side with his head facing her legs given the way his cock felt when he guided her hand to it.
“It might be difficult this way, but I believe in you.”
She mumbled a thank-you to him on Diego’s cock.
“Now, I want you to feel every vibration, every thrust and pretend that the wand is Greyson,” Emmett instructed hotly. “We’re all here with you, Mellie, fucking your brains out.”
Her impassioned sigh was drowned out by Diego’s meat stuffing her mouth. She shrieked in lustful alarm when the toy was turned on and started to hum against her inner walls and Hunter’s cock. His moan joined hers.
The men started to move inside her body, and Emmett screwed into her hand while holding the wand in place between her legs. It was likely unnecessary given the tight fit of Hunter’s erection in her channel.
The thrusts were gentle and cautious, probably partly for her comfort and partially because the pleasure stick vibrating in her cunt added fullness that inhibited rapid motion.
Diego worked his cock lightly over her tongue while she suckled and licked every inch of him that she could reach.
It was challenging to stroke Emmett when he was lying in the opposite direction and while she was trying to concentrate on pleasuring Diego and absorb the rapture the men brought her in return. Somehow she managed.
“Do you feel how full you are, Melanie?” Emmett asked.
How did he expect her to answer properly with dick crammed in her mouth?
Apparently it was a rhetorical question.
“That’s not a wand in your cunt. It’s a cock. Do you want it, love? Five dicks fucking you at once so you can’t even move?” He fondled her leg and kissed it. “I know you do.”
His presumption stole a heated moan from her that vibrated against Diego’s swollen flesh and dragged harsh sounds of enjoyment from him.
“Of course if we ever took you this way, it would be Diego in your tight pussy with Greyson. Would you like that, gorgeous? All those erections stuffing the shit out of you?”
She would have laughed at his last sentence, but the context it was used in and the salacious timbre in which he said it had her body responding to his lascivious demands.
“You were meant to be filled by five cocks at once, and you will be,” Emmett promised her. “Eventually you’re going to have to admit that you want him, and Greyson will pull his head out of his stubborn ass and realize he wants you, too, if he hasn’t already.”
Mellie blushed, feeling amazed that she could focus on what Emmett said while the other cowboys had their way with her.
“That’s some wand,” Hunter ground out from beneath her.
“You want it higher?” Emmett asked him.
“Not particularly.”
Melanie screamed on Diego’s shaft when Emmett turned the Hitachi wand on higher.
Hunter choked on a bellow and jolted inside her. “You bastard.”
Emmett laughed.
“Oh, shit!” Jake yelled from behind her. “Too much, bro. Turn it down or I’m gonna shoot my load.”
“That is the ultimate goal,” Emmett said in a sardonic air. “And I’m not turning it down until Melanie comes.”
She wailed in protest as the fierce palpitations buzzed like electric bullies deep in her channel. Between the invigorating hum and the constant pressure of Hunter’s and Jake’s erections on her G-spot it was pretty much over.
She let out a resounding scream that was muffled slightly by Diego’s cock. Her nether orifices imploded on Hunter’s and Jake’s dicks, sucking the life out of them like a black hole. The heat waves of pleasure exploded in her pussy and quickly spread through her body, lighting her up inside like a supernova. The intense euphoria didn’t stop for a long while and she kept screaming and convulsing as if in a seizure.
The violent suction on Hunter’s and Jake’s appendages had them quickly finishing and spraying their steamy releases into her helpless, shivering body.
Diego came a few seconds later and shot his load down her throat, clearly bested by her titillating screams bouncing off his penis.
The cowboys lingered inside her for a minute to catch their breaths, and Emmett shut the wand off. She flailed like a fish out of water, and Hunter jerked and held on to her when Emmett pulled the toy out of her vagina.
She sucked the last of Diego’s cum from him when he ejected from her mouth. When Jake and then Hunter evacuated from her holes, she thought she’d die of hypersensitivity.
The blindfold was removed and she blinked rapidly to adjust to the sudden stream of light hitting her eyes.
Emmett situated himself on the bed, this time behind her. He used the strength in his hard thighs to nudge hers apart. Next he stuck the wand back into her channel.
“Oh god!” she sobbed into the pillow, knowing what was coming—another cock, erotic massaging from within, and more pleasure than she could stand.
“It’s happening, Melanie. You were meant for this.”
She fisted the pillowcase with a manic howl when he jabbed his dick into her, lodging it deep inside her. The ripples of her orgasm lingered in her pussy like stardust. They’d already fucked the strength from her. She didn’t think she had anything left to give.
Emmett’s body covered hers, arousing the hell out of her and commanding her to reconsider her exhaustion. She must surrender. The phenomenal pleasure was more than worth it.
“Ask me to turn on the wand.” His breathy order in her ear sent her into a hot fit of shivers.
“It’ll be too much,” she panted, wanting and loathing the idea.
“Do as I say, Melanie, or I’ll make you come and come until you completely soak Greyson’s sheets and he finds you like this.”
Her jaw dropped and she started to tremble. “P–please, Sir. Turn the wand on.”
“Will you give Greyson a chance when he’s ready to be with you?”
Mellie bristled at the arrogance of being expected to wait on a string until the jackass was ready to take her to his bed.
Jerk.
“No.”
The room fell silent.
“Wrong answer, love. It’s unreasonable for you not to at least consider thinking about giving him a chance,” Emmett said. “Remember his broken heart and his desperate need for healing? Would you deny him that?”
Her jaw locked with indignation at his guilt trip. “That won’t work, Emmett. You have your dad back. There’s no reason for me to be with Greyson. So there.”
She bit her bottom lip, expecting him to spank her. Rather than do so he turned the wand on high, making her shriek. “Not on high!”
Either the toy was stuffed in her vagina and held still or someone else kept it there since Emmett’s hand went over her mouth while he fucked her hard and fast. His cock plunged deep into her body, riding the powerful vibrations and driving them deeper into her cunt.
Her afflicted G-spot swelled with heat like a furnace at its hottest. The gland surrendered once again to the severe pounding and torturous yet pleasurable buzzing in her pussy. She screamed against his palm and came hard around his dick and the vibrating stick.
Her convulsions and sexual delirium triggered his release almost immediately. He emptied his load into her body until her vagina was saturated with his hot semen. She writhed beneath him when he shut the wand off. After catching his breath he pulled himself and the wicked instrument out of her and then lifted her to her shaking knees. She could barely hold the position.
Her pussy flooded with hot greed when he positioned the head of the magic wand under her pelvis and then forced her to lower onto it.
“What are you doing?”
She wanted to come again as much as her energy-zapped body protested the mere thought o
f another climax. Still, she worried Greyson would happen upon them like this in his bed, or that she would be unable to change the sheets in time.
“He’s my brother, Melanie,” Emmett told her seriously. “He needs this.”
The head of the wand started to buzz against her throbbing clit, firing her nerve endings in preparation for another finale. She closed her eyes to hide her tears.
Emmett gently hooked a finger under her chin, clearly onto her. “Look at me and tell me what’s on your mind.”
“I’m scared,” she whispered.
“Of Greyson?”
“I don’t know. He spanked me for putting his stuff back in the wrong place and I got wet from it.”
Emmett grinned and Diego laughed. “Did he now?”
The tingly heat got worse.
“He said things that scared me.”
“Like what?” Emmett asked.
“He said he was a sadist.”
“He is,” Diego confirmed, “but he won’t do you any harm even when he brings you pain. You would have a safe word.”
“I know.” She tried to inch away from the humming wand, but Emmett wouldn’t let her. “He said I was a masochist.”
“Are you?” Diego asked, sounding hopeful.
She shook her head and squeezed her eyes shut. “I don’t know.”
Dark, taboo memories floated to the forefront of her mind—pain that frightened her, humiliation that made her ashamed—an out-of-place high from being subject to them. It all confused her, terrified her.
“Does the thought of Greyson giving you pain scare you, or does it arouse you?” Diego asked.
Mellie was thrown into an immediate orgasm before she could answer. Her pussy spasmed uncontrollably and then gushed fluid all over Greyson’s sheets. The fitted sheet was soaked with her release, and she had a bad feeling her men were going to make her leave the sheets for Greyson to see.
Emmett shut the wand off and set it aside, staring at her bowed head in a knowing silence. “Diego’s going to train you and see what you can handle. If you can take what he gives you, you should be fine with Greyson.”
“What if I’m not?”
“Then we’ll have you to ourselves. We’re not asking you to love Greyson. We just want you to consider spending time with him in the near future. Does that sound reasonable to you?”
She nodded.
Emmett tilted her chin up so she became ensnared in his gaze. “You didn’t like me either at first. Now you can’t keep your hands off me. It’s shameful really. I do need my rest from time to time.”
She giggled at his jest, but a few stray tears managed to slip through.
Diego got on the bed with them, and judging by the silence behind her she figured that Hunter and Jake had long since left the room.
“Why do you cry, dolce?” Diego asked.
“I’m just so confused, all these different things I feel.” Her lids descended to milk the droplets from her eyes. “What happens if the stalker gets to me before I can figure out what any of it means?”
“That’s not going to happen,” Emmett insisted.
“We’ll protect you,” Diego assured her.
“He said he missed me, which means he knows me or at least has met me. He just stabbed that woman like it was nothing. Knives scare me. I don’t want to die that way!” She cried harder, sinking into Emmett’s arms when he wrapped them around her.
“You’re not going to die.” He kissed her head. “We won’t let anything happen to you.”
“He said he was going to…” She struggled to speak in between bawling. “I want you to be the last ones to touch me, not him. Don’t let him do that to me, please.”
Emmett held her in a lung-crushing embrace. “Never.”
“He’s not going to lay a hand on you, Melanie,” Diego agreed. “We will kill him if he tries.”
“I don’t think Danny would kill anybody, but he seemed so upset when I broke up with him and then he overdosed and went into that coma.” She coughed through her tearful hysteria. “Now he’s awake. I didn’t mean for him to overdose.”
“What he did to himself is his own responsibility,” Emmett reasoned with her.
“But if I hadn’t broken up with him—”
“Enough,” Diego snapped. “You are not to blame yourself for other people’s actions ever again. Do you hear me?”
She winced and nodded. “Yes, Sir.”
“There are other ways to cope with pain and disappointment besides getting high,” Emmett said. “Stop blaming yourself.”
“I’ve been so happy since I came here,” Mellie said through her tears. “I don’t want to lose that. I want to be with all of you and have a nice life here with you. Don’t let him take that away from me.”
Emmett kissed her neck and held on to her while she hugged him and straddled his lap. “Melanie, I swear to you, I won’t lose you now.”
Diego’s hand smoothed over her skin. “We will go to our graves defending you if we must.”
She believed them, but she hoped and prayed that it never came to that.
End of Book 3: Believing in Mellie
To be continued in
Book 4: Mellie’s Submission
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Zoey Marcel lives with her husband, their baby, and their quirky pug in the Pacific Northwest.
She writes erotica and erotic romance, and her favorite genres include paranormal, BDSM, ménage, cowboys, dark fantasy, and historical. Her stories range from scorching and moving to dark and edgy. She enjoys variety in her characters, but her favorite heroes are alphas and the tortured ones in need of love and redemption.
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