Seven Deadly Sinners

by Dark Angel

  He starts slow like Kaden and Marshall, but speeds up. His hands are on my hips, pulling me back onto his throbbing cock and directing my movements. I am barely moving but my breath is already coming in gasps.

  Samuel seems to take this as the perfect time to pull some of my attention away from Arsen and holds his own cock up to my gasping lips. I take him into my mouth the way you take that first drink of water on a hot day, eagerly and moaning with the pleasure of it.

  Each man has his own taste. I love tasting the difference in their cocks once they have been inside of me. I begin to wonder what Samuel would taste like after fucking Kandy.

  I move my head to the rhythm set by Arsen. Samuel barely moves in time with the strokes of my tongue but I want to tease him since he is the one who started this whole being patient thing.

  I pop his cock out of my mouth and with one hand, I cup his balls and lick down them, then back to the tip of his cock. I use my lips to nibble along the length and breathe hot air into my cupped hand. I take my time teasing and playing with him.

  Arsen is moving faster, hands grasping me tighter sliding further up my torso trying to claim more of my body. I take Samuel back into my mouth to see how deep into my throat I can take him. I do this again and again until I am swept up in Arsen’s fucking.

  My swallowing gets shallower but matches time. One cock is deep in my cunt, as the other is almost out of my mouth, then it reverses with the one in my cunt pulling just at the tip, and the one in my mouth pushes almost down my throat.

  I am groaning again and grinding back on Arsen. I can’t help it, something about Arsen deep in me makes me sit up and fall back on him.

  Samuel smiles, watching my “O” face. He lowers himself to the ground, slowly shifting his hand to his own cock, stroking it slowly while watching what will happen next.

  What happens next is Kaden joins me on the massage table, positioning his head between my legs and his cock below my head.

  “You are so pretty on all fours. Arsen, let me have the pussy. I want to taste her.”

  Arsen does listen to him, which is a little surprising, until I feel his cock slick with my cum and some extra lube slide home into my ass.

  I bend back down on all fours and start licking and teasing Kaden’s cock. He is matching me lick for lick. His tongue is gentle along my slit when I softly lick the length of his cock, and then he returns the same treatment to my clit when I take the tip of his cock into my mouth and suck hard.

  I am exploring Kaden’s cock while Arsen is relishing my tight asshole. His hands run over my round ass and he exclaims with awe at what he has in his hands. He is fucking me slowly but not as agonizingly slow as Marshall.

  Arsen seems to be fucking me slowly with marvel. He wants this to last as long as possible. He is in possession of my glorious ass and he doesn’t want to give it up anytime soon.

  I push back onto him deeper without moving my pussy too far away from Kaden’s exploration. Marshall is beside me, slowly stroking his cock with one hand, while slapping my round ass with the other whenever there is room between me and Kaden. The sharp strikes make me jump a little which makes Kaden and Marshall laugh.

  I know Arsen probably isn’t happy with sharing, but since the spanking also makes me tighten my asshole as he is fucking me, I’m sure he doesn’t mind too much.

  Kaden and I continue our call and answer licking and sucking.

  I playfully nibble on his balls with my lips, and he responds my running his teeth ever so lightly along my pussy lips. I use my hands to grip his balls and finally slide his cock fully into my mouth, and his fingers slide in my wet pussy while his tongue draws pictures on my clit. My eyes roll back in my head with pleasure.

  Arsen’s cock fills and stretches my ass. Marshall has slowed down his spanking, the slaps are coming sporadically.

  Kaden is a wizard with his mouth. I am pushed to the brink of orgasm again and again. Each time I am almost ready to come, Kaden gestures to the other two to nearly stop what they are doing.

  I am left shaking. With Arsen nearly out of my ass, Marshall rains sharp swats down on my reddening ass. The stinging jolts me back.

  ‘Patience is a virtue,’ well I’ve been virtuous my whole life I just want to fuck you all and come all over Kaden’s sexy face right now! I think to myself. But I also know that when they do eventually let me come it will be worth it.

  The fifth time, I think I am about to explode. I can feel Kaden’s cock, now deep in my throat start to tighten. He is on the edge too.

  He gestures to Marshall again. Marshall stops spanking me entirely, but he is still rubbing his cock to the timing of Arsen’s thrusts.

  “Go ahead darlin’,” Samuel drawls from somewhere below me and I let go.

  I lean into the orgasm. I feel myself gush into Kaden’s waiting mouth as his cock explodes into mine. Arsen has pulled me back onto his cock, so my ass is tightening on him in time to the pulsing of Kaden’s orgasm.

  I don’t quite swallow all of Kaden’s cum, because as we are coming together, Kandy has come to the side of the massage table and I have a wicked idea.

  I slide my lips away from Kaden’s still very hard cock. I didn’t know men could have multiple orgasms in a short period of time, but I think he might be able to come again soon.

  I sit up and reach for Kandy. She slides into my arms and I kiss her my mouth still slightly full of cum. She hungrily licks my mouth and kisses me back.

  I have never kissed a woman before, with her skin so soft and lips that taste like me. Kissing her is nothing like kissing a man and I lose myself in the kiss, exploring out the differences.

  I bury my hands in her soft hair, pulling a little to extend her neck, then releasing so she can kiss me better. Her breasts are pressed against mine and my nipples harden as our nipples brushed against each other. Her hands roam the length of my body, holding my breasts for a moment, before her fingers trail back down to my pussy.

  I moan into her as she fingers me, and Arsen starts up fucking my ass again. Arsen is holding me up and biting my neck while Kandy’s delicious tongue is in my mouth and her fingers are deep in my pussy. I am still holding her hair but I find myself drawing my hands away to her throat then to her breasts.

  She has two fingers in my cunt and her thumb is circling my clit. She breaks away from my mouth for a moment, kissing my cheek.

  Then she whispers in my ear, “You are fucking gorgeous when you come.”

  And I do. I come again, for her, still straddling Kaden, Arsen still buried deep in my ass.

  Marshall looking on, watching to make sure I don’t fall off the massage table, while Samuel is on the floor waiting for me to come down to him. Arsen slips himself out of my ass then Marshall picks me up off the table with a worried look.

  “You look like you were about to fall off, let’s get you back on solid ground.”

  The floor here is soft like a yoga mat. I sink to the ground, allowing myself a moment to catch my breath. I want to make everyone else come now, they have been so wonderful drawing orgasm after orgasm from me.

  I turn to the guys and give them a playful smile.

  “No more patience.”

  I am riding Samuel. He smirks watching me grind down on his cock, rubbing my clit on his pelvic bone. Arsen taps my lips with the head of his cock.

  “Open up Angel. My turn to fuck that pretty mouth.”

  I open my mouth wide tipping my head back. Kaden is still hard even after all that cum Kandy and I swallowed.

  I grip his sticky cock with one hand and reach out for Marshall with the other.

  I love feeling in control of four massive cocks at once. I can feel the difference in each man, their width, their length.

  We get a smooth rhythm going and the next thing I know sweet, sweet Kandy is curled around my side, using that clever mouth once again. She starts at my tits, teasing my nipples with soft bites and flicks of her wicked tongue. She playfully bites up my throat kissing the side of m
y mouth as Arsen sinks deep into my throat.

  Then she trails down to where Samuel and I are joined, her flicking tongue laser-focused on my throbbing clit. I can see her out of the corner of my eye, her hand is between her own legs rubbing her own clit in time to our fucking.

  I might invite her back to my room this evening after the men are all worn out. I want more of her soft touch, and it’s possible she tastes as sweet as Justin. Kandy’s sweetness, combined with the power of my men, is enough to send all of us over the edge.

  I feel Samuel’s cock pump hard into my pussy as Arsen slides deeper into my throat and begins throbbing all the harder. Marshall and Kaden come spectacularly, each hitting me in the tits, leaving trails of cum to slide down my body. I clamp down tight on Samuel, and Kandy lets out a soft yelp as she joins us in this orgasm.

  I swallow again and again, taking all Arsen’s cum as I feel Samuel’s filling my pussy. Arsen leans back on the massage table and I roll off Samuel. As I snuggle into him, the others join us on the ground.

  Kandy and I are on each side of Samuel, curled into his chest. Arsen is behind me with his leg thrown over mine, trying to touch as much of me as possible. Marshall and Kaden curl in where they can.

  We lie panting, catching our breath. I am just starting to drift off to sleep when I hear a popping noise followed by crashing. Gunshots!

  “Fuck it’s started.” Kaden sits up and starts looking around for his clothes. The others bolt upright as well to find their own.

  “Not without us!” growls Marshall, I honestly believe he would have charged out naked if Arsen hadn’t throw his pants at him before he made it to the door.

  Chapter 21

  Kaden

  Samuel, Arsen, Marshall, and I rush down the many flights of stairs, not trusting the elevator. I'm pissed because this invasion is ruining my post-orgasmic high. Things were just starting to get good with Caroline. I could have had her again and again.

  Justin meets us on the final level and gives us each a handgun, which we take willingly. We bust through the doors of the strip club, and to our irritation we see that our meager weapons are no match for the AK-47s that the men who took the building are using like they’re the fucking Terminator. It's total carnage in here, not a scene I would wish on anyone.

  We flatten ourselves against the wall in one of the VIP rooms where we have a nice vantage point but are still cast in shadows and cover.

  "I don't get it," I say to Justin. "We have a monopoly on weapons in this city. How the fuck did they get those?"

  Justin shakes his head, and I know he's racking his brain to see how this slipped by him. He's the best gunrunner known to man, and for him not to notice men with weapons of this magnitude entering the city, well, that’s near impossible.

  We take cover behind the corner as bullets fly by our heads. One of the men points and shoots an array of ammunition across the scope of the bar, and glass rains down in an ear-splitting avalanche. It was a million dollar project to build that space. I made it look like a fucking masterpiece of glass art, and now I'm witnessing all that work shattering in front of my eyes. My dream, this strip club, is coming to an end and it fucking devastates me.

  I want to take fire on these men that are defiling my dream, and I move to go but Marshall holds me back. I see his face turning red with anger. If even he is resisting joining the fight then it must be dangerous out there.

  "Take cover, man," he says. "Don't commit suicide over this."

  "Just look what those bastards are doing. This is our turf," I growl, hoping to convince them to go out with guns blazing.

  "Don't do it." Arsen reaches out and physically restrains me.

  But it’s not just the destruction of my bar that has me feeling like I’m losing control. What's even worse is bearing witness to all the innocent people—my dancers, my revolving door of women, my patrons—collapsing as they get hit. It's flat-out murder, and my heart hurts to think that I can't even make a move to protect them.

  A couple bartenders get hit, the waitresses, and a number of my regular patrons. I’m certain at least thirty are dead, probably more.

  Catching sight of Apollo and Ares across the room, I glance around, looking for an opening for them to get over here. When I see it, I gesture to the others and we make our move to cover them while they bound across toward us, shooting bullets over their shoulders. A couple of the masked men fall but still not enough to make a difference. When they reach, we all take cover.

  One burning question is foremost on their minds, and Apollo says it first. "Where's Caroline?"

  I know how he feels. She’s become special to me, to all of us, and the experience we just had confirms it. She's more than just a way to get my rocks off. She's more than just a body. I care about her.

  The thought of her beautiful face bearing witness to this is too much. I want her out of the field of violence. Not even my lust is aroused by this. It's just a sad, sore sight. Innocent people dying and our home turf being invaded.

  "She's safe," Samuel says. "We have her tucked away upstairs. She should be fine up there as long as we keep the shooters down here."

  Knowing that Caroline's safe is the only bright side to this whole fucked up mess. I remember how she was so pliable and willing to fuck upstairs in that massage room. But I’d feel a whole lot better if she was out of the building entirely. Thinking of her facing the slightest chance of danger is too much. I'm starting to fall for this girl—that much is becoming clear—and that’s something that never happens.

  "We have to go to her," I say trying to cover the tone of desperation in my voice. "She needs to have us all there to protect her. Get the bodyguards down here to handle this."

  "Already on it," Apollo says. "They have us outnumbered. Our guards are going to have a hard time shutting this down."

  "Fuck!" I scream out in frustration. Not what I want to hear.

  I’m wondering yet again how this happened. I just can’t figure it out. Our crew is always on top of everything that goes down in this town, especially in relation to Sin, Inc. And now it's raining bullets over our heads in our own goddamn headquarters.

  "We have to go in, handguns or not. We need to win this thing."

  We start strategizing our plan when gunfire abruptly comes from behind us in the stairwell.

  Fuck! No, no, no, not this.

  "Do you guys hear that?" I yell over the sound of bullets shattering all that was once my greatest source of pride.

  "Yeah," Apollo says, alarm in his voice. "They're in the stairwell. You know what that means—they're headed for a target."

  Caroline.

  We all have her on our minds, and the thought of what could happen has me frozen in time for a moment. I can’t move from the sheer terror of losing my girl, the only girl I could love. I've never been so concerned about somebody before. If she dies, if she meets her fate at the hands of these masked gunmen, there will be no reason for me to go on. In just this short amount of time, that’s how much she’s come to mean to me.

  "We have to get back to her." My voice is as steely as my resolve.

  We turn to go, and to perhaps meet our own fate in the narrow halls of the stairwell. For all the hard living I've done, I guess you could say I won't be sorry to go—only sorry to lose Caroline and to expose her to more pain and hurt than she's already felt.

  But this is it. The clock’s run out. Time to make our move.

  We either die tonight or go down trying.

  Chapter 22

  Apollo

  We race up the stairs, ready to take out the men who stand between us and Caroline. She’ll be so happy to see me. I’m the only one she's aching for right now, I’m sure of it. She knows that I’m the best at taking away the pain. I’m all she needs.

  We kill everyone in our path, ripping into them with a barrage of gunfire that downs them all in seconds flat. Nothing will stand in the way of us reaching Caroline. But there are still seventeen fucking floors to ascend. An
d each one feels like a mile.

  All I can think about is seeing Caroline to safety and her knowing that I alone am her hero. I imagine her beautiful face lighting up when she sees that I’ve come to rescue her.

  The idea of it helps me take the stairs even more quickly, and my giant muscular legs help too.

  I could outrun a fucking Olympic athlete, that’s how fucking fast I am.

  At last, we reach the right floor and stop outside the door to formulate a plan.

  I take the lead, as usual. Why mess with a good thing, right?

  "We have to assume the enemy is in there already—or they're on their way. It might be a setup."

  "Let's go in," Marshall says, bouncing on the balls of his feet in anticipation.

  He's a fucking ball of fury. He has no survival instincts, that one. Not like I do. He's too quick to act. Too impulsive.

  I’m the complete opposite. I’m measured and steady to rise to action. I always maintain the perfect balance of acumen and perseverance. No one can get by me.

  Just as I'm getting lost in my thoughts of how brave I am, I hear gunshots come from beyond the door.

  Fuck, they are already in there.

  Marshall charges it with the full weight of his body and he knocks it down. We back him up and drill bullets into the men inside. They didn't even see us coming and this is all because of my steady pace.

  The men are dead but the girl we keep here, Kandy, is slumped in the corner, her body riddled with bullets. It's a disgusting sight. I'm not afraid though. I never feel afraid, only fearless.

  I'm exasperated, though, looking around for Caroline, and at last, I see her crouched under the massage table. She avoided the fate that Kandy suffered at these men’s hands. But we’ve put an end to them now.

  "Caroline, baby, it’s okay. We’ve taken out anyone who might hurt you. I’m here; you’re safe now. Come out," I say, attempting to soothe her.