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Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(67)

Author:Sarah Bailey

The three men were fucking the girl ever harder. She was gagging all over the dark-haired man’s cock, her saliva dribbling down her chin.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he erupted down her throat, spilling his cum.

The chestnut-haired one was rubbing her clit and making her squirm on him and the auburn-haired man’s dicks. The dark-haired one pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing his cum all over her lips and chin. She didn’t swallow, just kept her mouth open and turned to us, showing me and Prescott what he’d given her.

“Jesus,” Prescott hissed in my ear.

The girl swallowed and smiled before turning her attention back to the two men still fucking her. The dark-haired man sat down and watched them. I couldn’t help but wonder if he enjoyed watching as much as me and Prescott did.

“Does our dirty whore want their cum filling her holes?” the dark-haired man said with a smirk.

“Yes,” she moaned, “please.”

“Then be a good little girl and come for them.”

Prescott circled my clit harder, rubbing me in the way he knew would make me explode all over him.

“Hold on for me, lamb,” he whispered. “Hold on until she comes.”

I squirmed on his cock, trying to stop from coming. All the orgasm denial Francis had done with me made it easier to keep myself from falling too quickly. I panted against the glass, wanting to see it. Needing to watch the moment she fell apart.

“Oh, fuck, I’m… I’m going to come,” she cried out.

“Not yet, lamb, just wait,” Prescott told me.

I moaned at the same time she did. Her body bucked with her climax. The men were grunting and cursing as she rode the wave.

“Let go. Come for me, little lamb. Come all over my dick.”

I bit my lip as the two men started erupting inside the woman. Then I was lost to my own orgasm wreaking havoc through my body. I let out a low whining sound, my breath covering the glass as I panted out my release. Prescott grunted behind me, continuing to rub my clit until it was so over sensitised, I cried with it.

“I can’t,” I gasped. “Please.”

He seemed to understand as he stopped, pressing his hand against my other one instead. Then he was fucking me into the window, squishing me against it. I was in no state to complain, not that I would have. Feeling his body pounding into mine with his desperation was intoxicating.

“Fuck, little lamb,” he groaned when he came, spilling inside me with hot pulses of cum.

I pressed my cheek to the glass, not even caring about the people on the other side. All I cared about was Prescott and me locked together after our mutual releases.

“I love you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my neck.

“Love you too.”

He pulled me away from the glass and walked us back to the sofa, settling me down in his lap. He hugged me close, pressing kisses to my face.

“Do you understand now?” he asked after a minute when we’d caught our breath.

“Yeah, I do… that was quite something.”

“I can’t say it’s as good as when I watch you, but it was pretty fucking amazing.”

I grinned.

“Nothing beats me?”

“No one in this world is more beautiful and as responsive as you, sweetness. You’re everything.”

I turned to him and pressed a kiss to his cheek.

“My sweet king.”

“I’m not sweet.”

“You are to me.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head, but I knew he was secretly pleased by my praise. My king liked to be admired, even if he refused to admit it.

When we’d both recovered, we cleaned up and got our clothes in order. We drank the bottles of water Prescott had got out of the fridge, then made our way out of the room. The three people had left after they’d finished, presumably to clean themselves up, and the other room was dark.

Prescott led me back into the club. Neither of us felt inclined to linger to watch the show going on. There were a couple of women on the poles, but I was more interested in staring up at my man who’d just entirely rocked my world by bringing me here and giving me an experience to remember.

We collected our coats from the reception area and pulled them on before stepping outside into what could only be described as a downpour. Prescott tried to hurry me along to the car, but I looked up at the sky as the rain pounded down on my face.

“Sweetness, come on, it’s pissing it down.”

I turned my head and smiled at him but didn’t say a word.

“We’re going to get soaked if you don’t come along.”

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