shaft.
A stubble-coated mouth descended onto her nipples, greedily sucking both at the same time. “Goddamn,” he mumbled as he swiped his tongue all over her hardened flesh. “God fucking damn .”
Her head was turned and her mouth was promptly filled with unyielding masculine flesh. Fingers probed into her cunt. Her legs were repositioned, opening her wider to the onslaught of famished men.
Someone grabbed her hand and forced her fingers around his erection. Her other hand was soon similarly occupied.
The mouth sucking her breasts moved away, and the man in her ass clamped his arms around her. They fell back together, grunting as the air was knocked out of them.
His hands dropped to her hips, and he raised them up and held her steady just a few inches above him. He jackhammered into her. Elle was grateful for the countless hours that Nolan had fucked her ass so roughly. Thanks to all the careful preparation, she could take this, no problem.
Her legs were spread as wide as they could go, and then mouths were all over her, biting her neck, her breasts, nibbling up her thighs and feasting on the delicate skin between them.
It was like being devoured by a pack of wolves.
Except wild animals wouldn’t have stopped to shove their dicks in her mouth, rub themselves all over her breasts. A cock pushed into her snug flesh. Smaller than her lovers. Comfortable.
And then a second cock, large, was likewise pushing in.
If it had been up to her, she would have called a time-out, just taken a moment to catch her breath and process everything that was happening.
But it wasn’t up to her, and her body could accommodate whatever these men wanted, apparently.
Two cocks in her cunt. Another in her ass. One in her mouth—though now two men were swapping thrusts, sometimes both trying to enter at once, their dicks sliding wetly over each other in their fervor as they ravenously fought for control of her.
And all the while her hands squeezed around two more pulsating penises.
Someone ripped off the blindfold, and Elle saw just how surrounded and outnumbered she was.
The men in her pussy seemed quite comfortable. One was leaned back, kneeling between her legs. Elle couldn’t see his face, but his torso was absolutely ripped. The second leaned forward, hovering over in her in a half-squat. His powerful thighs suggested he could maintain the position for hours. He ran his hand over his tightly curled hair and shook his head with a growl, then doubled the rate at which he fucked her.
Gustav was in her mouth. His long, soft foreskin had obviously already been retracted. Too bad; she’d previously enjoyed how velvety it felt on her lips. Then Nolan plunged in for a few strokes before passing her back to Gustav. Her hands were wrapped around Jonathan and Karl.
In the dim light, she made out Cunningham, the only man not participating. The silk tie dangled from his fingers. As she watched, he crossed his arms, looking satisfied with the scene before him.
The man hovering over her suddenly rammed in deep for a long moment. He growled as he came, his hands encircling her neck and squeezing. He didn’t hurt her, but Elle was still glad when he finished and released her.
Then Cunningham came forward and took his place.
Elle struggled. Cunningham’s sex was too large to fit inside her along with someone else.
But he pressed in, slowly and surely, without any hesitation. When he was fully buried, crouched over her, he stayed motionless a moment.
Then he licked his fingers and touched them to her swollen, jutting clit, rubbing in little circular motions.
“Look at me when you come. Come now, Elle.”
As if she could have stopped herself. She locked eyes with Cunningham, and her body joyfully obeyed him. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her until she was drowning in bliss.
Cunningham had completely and totally staked his claim. If she would do this for him, she realized, she really would do anything. She belonged to