Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 73397 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 294(@250wpm)___ 245(@300wpm)
"Please, I need to feel you all. Make love to me."
I ask for love, not fucking. I know that thrashing around on a bed would work the kinks out of my body, but I can't. I need more. I must be kissed, licked, touched, and then—and only then—fucked.
They drop the mattress onto the floor and strip off the coverings without a second thought. It’s a small price, and I make note to send an apology and payment to the company who owns this once this is all said and done.
Robin is the first one to advance on me. Taking my face in his hands, he kisses me with intense passion. Our lips crush against each other, tongues taking their turns tracing along the sides of our lips. I feel relieved just having him stand in front of me.
When Robin pulls back, there is a smile on his face as he locks his eyes with my mine.
"You are stronger than you think and you’re one of the bravest women on the planet. You might be riding the high right now, but just know that when you crash, I will be right here waiting to hold you in my arms."
And the world does come crashing down on me. Everything Robin just said was something I had been waiting to hear. It isn’t that the rest are not as loving; it’s just that Robin vocalized it.
As the other men close in, their hands start to massage my body. One of them drops to his knees behind me. He begins by kissing my ass cheeks.
I feel the heat of his lips on my flesh. It feels good. He slaps my ass and it makes me shiver.
"Oh fuck!" I moan.
My ass cheeks are spread open, and a tongue moves up and down the crack in my ass. His tongue only stops when he pokes the tip into my asshole.
"Oh my god. Fuck!" I cry aloud.
I look behind me to see that Theo is the one delivering this rim job. His strong hands force my ass to part. He uses his tongue as though it was a dart and my entrance was his bullseye.
I can't believe the way he is making me feel. All tension seems to melt from my body.
He slaps my ass hard, the crack heard through the room. For a moment, I think the others will push him back, but they don't.
I think they all know this is what I need right now. I must be made to feel real again.
Robin slides down the front of my body. He stops when his mouth is at my pussy.
"Oh, what now, boys—"
They are both going to devour me. One eating my pussy, the other eating my ass. I can't believe this is real. I pant, my heart racing. I don't know if I can hold back, but I try.
Robin pushes his tongue between my pussy lips, gathering up all the juices that build up there. He is sucking me so loudly that I almost giggle at the sounds. I know for certain that I have never been this wet.
"Look at Eve. She looks like she’s enjoying it so much she’s about to pass out."
Brandon grins. He and the other men stand back and watch, all of them stroking their cocks. It's so hot to see a man masturbate, though I know they will be using me for their cum.
I love it when I get to take it all. I plan on getting ten loads of semen in and on me tonight.
"Oh god, I'm going to cum," I scream.
No sooner had the words left my lips than I came. Pussy juices ran down my legs, the trickle so steady that I am practically leaving a puddle on the floor.
Maybe it was the pent-up anger and emotions getting the better of me.
I feel weak and almost to the point of falling when Drex scoops me into his arms and lays me on the bed. I am not ashamed of the marks on my flesh.
Those three men have beaten me and almost killed me. These marks do not deserve to be covered. I earned each one of them.
Brandon, Max, Theo, and Jake are all on the bed with me. They move their hands up and down my flesh, inspecting me. They know I have been hurt, but the bruises on my body match the anger I see on their faces.
"I should have made them pay more. I should have ripped them apart with my bare hands," Brandon says, shaking.
He balls his fists up. He doesn't take this well. I know they all blame themselves, but to be honest, it's no one's fault except the ones who did it.
I hate that they’re emotionally in pain from this attack. I can handle all the cuts and marks on my body. I will be fine. I hope.