I knew this was a show, and they’d been paid to act this out for us, but it didn’t stop it from feeling real. It was so fucking hot, I thought I might combust. My body was on fire with the scene in front of us. Prescott had understood what I needed. He’d surprised me with this. He wanted to show me what he saw. What he desired. Watching people fuck in the rawest and most animalistic way. No wonder this turned him on so much.
“Pres, please, I need more. Touch me.”
I don’t think I could have got through watching this scene without him there, his cock buried deep inside me. He pushed me forward slightly so he could unzip the back of my dress. I let it fall off my body, pooling at my waist. His fingers pulled down my bralette and cupped my breasts. I moaned when he pinched my nipples and pressed kisses to the side of my neck.
“Do you like it, my lamb? My gift to you.”
I moved my hips faster, needing more friction between us.
“Yes, fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”
The dark-haired man pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed her saliva around her lips. His dick was covered in it. Then he leant down, taking her chin between his fingers and spat directly in her mouth. I shuddered, feeling Prescott dig his teeth into my bare shoulder.
“Dirty girl,” the dark-haired man said. “Such a dirty little whore.”
“Yes,” the girl moaned. “I’m your dirty whore.”
She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking her saliva into it. The auburn-haired man bit down on her shoulder the way Prescott was doing to mine. She yelped, pushing herself back into his embrace. I didn’t know what to do with myself other than to watch them and let Prescott touch me. Let him drive me higher.
“Look at our slut, she’s so desperate,” the chestnut-haired man taunted. “You need dick, don’t you, slut?”
Prescott had to have told them to say those things. And he must have asked them to get someone with the same hair colour as me. I could picture myself there getting fucked by Drake, West and Francis whilst he watched us.
“This is what you like… watching them give it to me,” I said, arching my back as he pinched my nipple again.
“You take them so well, little lamb. Spread wide open by their cocks. It’s the best sight in the whole fucking world. I could watch you every day and it would never be enough. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld. The way you come apart for us is stunning. I don’t think you realise how much we desire you. How much we need your body wrapped around ours. You are our queen. The one we need to debase over and over again until you’re a panting mess.”
I moaned, wanting more. Needing him to fuck me harder. This position was great for watching, but not to be fucked in the way I needed.
The fact three of my men had such dirty mouths turned me on so damn much. Drake had been a little more vocal the last time we’d had sex. Admittedly, I enjoyed the times he said nothing. It made me want to wind him up, so he’d crack.
“I need you to fuck me harder,” I panted out, not caring how desperate I sounded.
I heard Prescott chuckle before I found myself pulled off him. He pushed me up to my feet. It was disorientating, but Prescott was behind me, pressing me forward until my knees hit the bench in front of the window. Then he made me kneel on it.
“Put your hands against the glass.”
I obeyed, knowing they couldn’t see me. They knew we were watching, but it made it hotter to know they weren’t able to see Prescott fucking me as they fucked each other. My dress was still pooled at my waist and my knickers halfway down my thighs. He didn’t bother removing them. He merely stood behind me and bent me forward slightly to give him a good angle. The moment he thrust inside me, I moaned and my breath misted the glass.
“Look at them, little lamb. Can you see their dicks pumping in and out of her?”
He was close to my face, running his teeth along the shell of my ear.
The dark-haired man’s cock was now back in her mouth. She was being ravaged by the three men. They weren’t giving her body any mercy as they fucked her in unison.
“Yes,” I hissed when he gripped my hip and pounded into me the way I needed.
“They’re going to make her come all over them. Make her come the way they make you.”
“Pres,” I whined as his fingers rubbed over my clit.
“Mmm, that’s right, lamb. You’re going to come with her.”
Prescott shifted his angle, making me cry out from the way he was thrusting into me. My breath kept fogging the glass, but I could still see what was happening in front of me. Prescott pressed his free hand on one of mine, holding me there.