by Zoey Marcel
Jake and Virgil scraped against each other inside of her. Only a thin piece of skin separated their thick cocks. It was too much. The men took turns plunging deep inside of her and then backing off for the other man to lay claim to her depths. They started gentle and cautious before picking up speed like crazed stallions in mating season.
Travis moaned, and she felt his penis swell and heat in her hand as she worked his foreskin up and down. It was difficult to focus on giving him a decent hand job with three dicks plundering her orifices, but she forced herself to focus on his pleasure, too, and not just her own.
But she mustn't let pleasing them take away from her own enjoyment. It was about her as much as it was them. This advanced level of multitasking would probably take some getting used to, but she was more than eager to practice over and over again.
“Watch us, darlin',” Travis grunted. “I moved the mirror so you could see.”
She ejected Keith's erection from her mouth and turned her head to view their copulation in the mirror, amazed by what she saw. Watching only catapulted the rush of ecstasy all the more, sending her to heights beyond human comprehension.
Their skin was a few shades darker than her light tan complexion.
She witnessed her slick, pink tongue flicking against Keith's cockhead, his shaft pulsing in her hand. Not only did she hear his cry of desperation, the reflection captured his distorted face to the hilt.
Virgil moved above her, tan flesh starkly darker than the golden summer glow of her own skin. She felt the hair of Jake's chest sweeping across her back as he pumped into her ass. The heat of his body seared her. Their skin sweated and rubbed against each other, fluid and heat fusing together outside as well as in.
They barebacked her, shared her. The cowboys had never done that with any other woman before, only her. The realization touched and electrified her. She had them in a way no one else ever had, their bodies and their hearts. They belonged to her completely, just as she did them.
Travis's long brown hair flopped in his face, legs taut with the strain of holding himself up as his body tensed with his building climax while he fucked his cock into her at times slacker of a hand. She started working his meat again once she caught her sudden bout of laziness. Getting triple penetrated was most distracting. She'd have to get the hang of this, so she would blow their minds as much as they did hers.
In the mirror she saw Jake’s and Virgil's cocks slamming in and out of her anus and vagina just as she felt the hurt-so-good pain their thrusts evoked along with the dark, twisted pleasure of the forbidden penetrations. Virgil's balls slapped her buttocks, thrilling her with the delicious eroticism of male flesh touching female flesh in the heat of passion.
His dark eyes looked over at the mirror and trapped her gaze. Kayla couldn't flee the look, nor could she escape the indescribable joy that washed over her when he smiled at her. It was too powerful—the intense look of emotion in his eyes, the complete fullness in her body, and the growing euphoria escalating in her womb. Every part of her throbbed and tingled as though she would explode at any minute. Only the pain of being ravaged in her back door kept the finish line at bay, but at the same time it intensified her pleasure all the more.
She must say something. Find comfort and refuge from this all-consuming encounter. “Can you feel each other moving?”
Jake moaned, burying his face against her hair. “Yes. It makes you feel even tighter than you already are.”
Virgil looked like a madman. His brown eyes were ablaze with lust. “Hell, yes. I wasn’t aware sharing could feel this good. You’re so tight.”
Keith cleared his throat. “As much as I appreciate the groping, I want your mouth on my cock, sub, now.”
The order made her hot. “Yes, Sir.”
He moaned when she accepted his erection back into her mouth, squealing when he took control of the act and screwed into her mouth with deep, controlled thrusts. She gagged and tried to focus on breathing as his glans brushed the back of her throat. The head passed her uvula, attempting to descend.
Oh hell, no!
She'd never deep-throated anyone. Terror crashed into her. Suffocation, gagging, and blinding tears would probably drive her mad, and she'd unwittingly bite his hard flesh in reflex as she struggled for air.
A part of her wanted to give Keith what he needed, but not like this. He refused to be her Master even though it was what they both wanted and needed. She wouldn't let just anyone cram their penis down her esophagus. Hell, if she did, all four cowboys might want go a round with her. What if they liked deep-throating and wanted it all the time once they learned she'd let them?
She’d practiced with Hugh a number of times and almost gotten his cock all the way in, but deep-throating hadn’t been as big a deal to him as other types of play, and it had always made Kayla nervous. She was open to trying it again, but it wasn’t something she wanted to do on a regular basis.
She groaned in refusal and jerked her head away, trying to spit Keith's cock out. Through the paralyzing tangle of fear and uncertainty, angry tears of hurt and rejection filled her eyes, but she fought those moist, telling little bastards down. Keith wanted to own her, but he held back. Why? Because of his flawed past and mistakes, or because he wanted a slave but didn't want her as more than a sub?
Screw him. Opening one's throat to a well-endowed dick would require a staggering level of trust. His cock was big enough that he just might cut off her airflow while he was in there. If he wanted to take her breath away literally, she needed more from him. If she deep-throated for anyone, it couldn't be for a mere lover or Sir. She wouldn't permit that level of vulnerability or trust with anyone unless she called him Master and he called her slave.
Keith looked briefly disappointed, but forgiving warmth softened his features as he slid back into her mouth with shallower thrusts this time. “Just your mouth, sub.”
His voice choked on that last word. He called her sub while his heart probably screamed slave as loudly as hers screamed Master. Damn him.
Jake tickled her clitoris, joining this orgasm with the other one mounting inside of her. They would meet in time. She heard the helpless cry of her men and felt their bodies tense as they pounded deep inside of her, announcing they were going over the edge.
They cried out with pleasure as their bodies shook against hers. Jake's testicles smashed against her bottom while he thrust deeply inside of her, flooding her bowels with the scalding gush of his release. It felt like lava inside of her, a flaming iron working its magic until she was branded into a state of erotic oneness with all of them.
Kayla's orgasm overtook her. Her cunt and ass squeezed their shafts so tightly she was certain it would hurt. They seemed titillated by the suction as they roared their releases. She screamed hers, unable to believe how overwhelming it was to have both types of orgasms at once while three men came inside of her and she jacked off a fourth man.
Keith's shaft throbbed hard against her tongue as he pulsed his release, flooding her mouth with warm, salty knowledge. She swallowed, surprised at the volume of his load.
Pre-cum dribbled down Travis's shaft. He was close, but he hadn't come yet. His elated noises said he was having a good time, though.
Kayla shuddered and quaked violently, gasping for air when Keith's dick retreated from her mouth. She'd normally lick him clean, but the aftershocks bombarding her inflamed system distracted her from any attempt at reasoning.
Jake's cock throbbed in her ass as the sizzling sperm oozed in her rectum and all over his still-inserted organ.
Virgil's legs shook like the stone pillars must have when Sampson got his strength back and broke them to pieces.
Kayla's chest was rouged with passionate color, her skin coated in a sheen of sweat that glistened like tantalizing raindrops on her quivering flesh.
She jerked Travis's cock harder and faster, squeezing and giving the head a slight twist as he pumped into her grasp.
“Watch him come all over you,
sub,” Jake murmured, kissing and nuzzling her close. “Do you want to be covered in your Dom's semen?”
“Yes,” she breathed, trembling with afterglow and the need to see Travis come.
His battered outcry was cut short, suffocated in a seizure of silence as his face became possessed with rapture. The throbbing pulse of his release shot out strong and fast as he erupted in rapid spurts, pelting her breasts and quivering belly with hot jets of cum.
Kayla's head fell back against Jake, and her body went languid as he held her.
Virgil disengaged and knelt between their legs, running his hand up and down her thigh. “That was mighty fine, honey.”
She let out a breathless chortle. “Yeah, it was. Oh, wow.”
The other men agreed. They panted, lying in a sweaty heap of flesh and fulfilled dreams. This was too powerful. Their touches were earth-moving. It shouldn't be this way. If she lost them it would devastate her ... as Master Hugh's leaving would.
On the other hand, if she didn't have any of them it would absolutely destroy her.
Cooling seed thickened and oozed on her sweaty skin. Fucked, objectified, owned. The words riled her sex drive and seduced her into a calm state of complete surrender. She was all of those things, but more importantly she was loved beyond measure.
Chapter Fourteen: Who Is Black Dragon?
Kayla walked into the barn where she knew Jake was doing chores. “Jake?”
The barn was quiet, but she'd been certain he was in here. Her eyes bugged out of her head when she saw him lying on the ground motionless. She hurried toward him, dropping to her knees. Blood seeped from the side of his head.
“Jake!”
A gruff, slime-laced voice broke through the stillness. “Did you miss my dick, cunt?”
She screamed when she saw Slade come out of hiding with a gun pointed at her. “You. How did you find me?”
“Your job application had this address on it. Beck had it on file.”
The feeling drained from her body when she recalled that she'd used the Langleys as a reference when she'd applied to be Beck's personal assistant. She ran her fingers through Jake's dark hair. Slade had killed him, her Jake. Slade must die.
“Beck's dead. Some freak who calls himself Black Dragon killed him,” Slade informed her, still aiming the handgun at her.
Kayla's head jerked up. Black Dragon killed Beck Hammond? Why?
“Guess it's just you and me now, slut.” Slade grabbed his crotch with his free hand. “Did these cowboys teach you any new tricks?”
She stood slowly, wiping away her tears. “Yeah, they taught me one.”
She walked slowly toward Slade and punched him in the groin, trying to get the gun from him while she screamed for help. No way in hell was she running when he'd just shot one of her loves. Slade needed to die, even if she had to in the process. She wasn't running anymore.
“Feisty bitch,” he growled. “I'm gonna have the time of my life beating the shit out of you.”
She clawed at his face, punched his crotch again, and drew blood with her nails when she scratched his cheek. “You son of a bitch, you'll never hurt anyone again!”
“Except you, cunt. I'm gonna ram my dick into you so hard it comes up your throat.”
“Don't touch me!” She bit his hand when he tried to silence her.
He cried out and threw her on the ground, cocking the hammer on his gun. “If you don't come quietly, I'm gonna shoot you in the fucking leg. I don't need you healthy. I just need you alive.”
She shuddered as bile rose up her throat, and her eyes burned with agony when she saw Jake lying lifeless on the ground. A shot rang out, and she screamed, supposing Slade had shot her. Seeing the gun fall from his grip and blood pouring down his hand, she realized he hadn't shot her. Someone shot him.
Keith walked toward them, holding a gun. “Get away from her, now.”
Slade grabbed his injured hand. “Who the fuck are you—one of her fuck buddies?”
“I'm the man who's gonna put you in the ground.”
“Keith!” Master Hugh came hobbling in. “We need him for questioning.”
Keith's features and body tensed with aggravation.
Kayla crawled to Jake, sobbing and checking his pulse. “He's alive.”
Travis ran in and dropped to his knees next to Jake. “God, Jake! Is he all right?”
“He's alive, but how?” she asked.
Master picked up a shovel with a scant trace of blood on it. “Jake wasn't shot. He was hit with this. He'll be fine. Travis, get him to the hospital. Kayla, go with him. Keith and I are going to extract some information from this bottom-dweller.”
Travis and Kayla pulled Jake up, and Travis did his best to carry his brother over his shoulder. She followed him, glancing back at the three men left in the barn. Slade had been shoved into a chair with Keith and Master Hugh standing in front of him.
“I ain't telling you cocksuckers nothing.” Slade spat at them.
Master had his back to her as he calmly said “Shut the door, Kayla.”
She left the barn and ran after Travis.
****
Kayla held Jake's hand, relieved when he woke up in the hospital bed with no apparent brain damage.
“Kayla?” He gave her an affectionate smile when he saw her. “Baby, what happened?”
“What do you remember?”
He reflected for a moment. “This son of a bitch came out of nowhere and hit me on the head with something.”
“That was Slade, my old bodyguard. Keith and Mast—your uncle Hugh are questioning him.” She kissed the top of Jake's hand, breathing in the scent of his skin. “I was so scared when I saw you lying on the ground like that, not moving. I'm so glad you're okay.”
His fingers threading through her hair felt soothing. “Did he hit me with a shovel or something?”
She nodded, lifting her head to see his handsome face. “Yeah, but the doctor said you're fine. He wants to run a few more tests before you leave and you'll have to stay here a little while until they make sure you're okay.”
“Yeah, I figured.”
Travis walked back into the room. “Hey, you're up. You feel okay?”
Jake nodded once with an easy half smile. “It's just a scratch.”
“Pretty nasty looking scratch.” Travis handed Kayla a water bottle. “Here you go, darlin'.”
“Thanks.” She took a long drink, surprised when Master Hugh and Keith walked into the room.
“The asshole's in custody,” Keith announced gruffly, still seeming riled up.
Kayla sighed in relief. Slade was behind bars, and Beck was dead. They would never hurt her or any other women again. “Slade didn't talk, did he?”
“Oh, he talked,” Master told her. “Apparently my old Russian friend, psycho Romanov killed Beck Hammond because he let you get away and almost blow their cover.”
“How did Black Dragon know Beck?” she asked. “I never met anybody with a Russian accent.”
“Slade didn't know anything about Romanov, only that Beck knew him,” Master Hugh replied. “He knew about My Fairytale, though.”
“What is it?” she asked, growing anxious.
Keith's expression darkened with loathing and repulsion. “It's an underground organization the Romanov bastard helped start. Basically you send them a description of the type of woman you want, personality, looks, and habits, and they find someone like that for you.”
“Or you can send them a photo of someone you have in mind,” her Master added. “They kidnap people's dream women and sex fantasies for them. I was right about the tape. The names on the board were names of some of the victims. The colors were the team members Romanov intends to kill. Slade didn't know anything about that part, only some of the women that were abducted. But I know Black Dragon. He intends to finish what he started, ending with me.”
Her chest hurt. “Did Slade say where he was?”
“No,” Master replied.
Virgil Pa
isley burst into the room. “I came as soon as I got your message. Where's that skuzzy dick?”
“He's in custody. Gretchen and Miranda were victims of My Fairytale like we told you on your voice mail,” Keith informed him.
Virgil's face paled and then darkened. “What about Sadie?”
“We don't know,” Keith answered. “We don't know where our mom is either. Slade said the numbers on the tape are coordinates. Uncle Hugh and I looked them up. Unfortunately those coordinates are just to the locations the women disappeared from, not where they're being held.”
“Shit,” Virgil muttered, removing his white cowboy hat long enough to run his fingers through his hair before donning the Stetson again.
“We'll find them,” Kayla promised. “All of them. We're a lot closer now. Did Slade know where Bruce Callaghan was?”
“No. He just said he disappeared after they all split up when you escaped,” Keith said grimly. “We'll catch him, though. The police will I mean.”
Jake finally spoke. “Who found me lying in the barn?”
“Kayla did,” Travis told him. “Keith said she fought like a little tiger to avenge you.”
Jake paled, grappling for her hand. “You could have been killed. Why weren't you?”
Kayla smiled and squeezed his hand. “I just wanted him dead after what he did to you. Keith walked in and shot Slade before he could hurt me.”
Jake blinked, appearing caught off guard before his dark eyes flickered over to Keith. “Keith saved you?”
She nodded, beaming over at her damaged cowboy turned savior. “Yep, he's a hero.”
“Any of us would have done that,” Keith said.
Master swished his cane around. “All right everybody out except Keith. Jake has humble pie to eat.”