by Dark Angel
Alex pumps into my pussy as well, his cock fighting against Wade’s for space inside of me. Both pounding into a tiny space, wanting to make me cum all over them. I want to cum with them.
"Fuck, I can't hold back," Jason groans out. He pulls his cock out of my mouth and shoots a load of creamy cum all over my face. Shots of cum drip down my face, my tits covered with a slick line of sperm,
Alex and Wade are next. Both are shooting off together, their cocks filling my holes with a massive amount of cum, beads of it dripping out of all my holes.
I shake uncontrollably, my orgasm ripping through my body the moment they all cum. I am crying out in pleasure as my body milks each one of their cocks.
I'm greedy when it comes to these men. I just am. I never want to lose their cum, and taking it all is a reward for a job well done. I can't explain the need for this, but I must have it.
I need all they can give me.
As I’m covered inside and out, Jason leans down, kissing my cum-coated lips, the milky seed now covering his lips as well. Licking over my cheeks, he collects up cum off my face, pushing it between my lips. I am careful not to swallow any of it.
I lean down to Alex, and his mouth now opens for a taste. Pushing my tongue into his mouth, I feed him cum like a bird. From my mouth to his, we swap the cum back and forth with each other.
Wade’s not going to be left out, of course. He wants his fair share too.
The moment Alex is out of my pussy, Wade will get what he wants.
Laying down on the bed now, I smile, my body shaking with ecstasy.
"Zeva, sit on my face and give me all you got,” Wade tells me, and I don’t even think. I just act.
Shaking from his words, I move to straddle his face, my swollen lips hovering above his mouth. Cum is running out of me now. Pouring from my pussy into his mouth.
That isn't enough for him.
He wraps his arms around my thighs, forcing me to push my pussy down to his mouth, a gush of cum now all over his face.
"Oh shit, fuck, Wade, that is so fucking dirty."
"What the hell, you’re taking all that cum from her."
Both Jason and Alex are watching, amazed at the way Wade is seeking out all the cum from me.
Sliding his tongue in and out of my fresh fucked pussy, there is no way I can cum again this quick, or can I?
I didn't even know I was close, but his tongue was all I needed to explode into a massive orgasm, my body shaking from the impact of pleasure rushing through me.
"Oh God, fuck me with that tongue,"
I lean my head back, my hair falling down my back as my pussy squirts into his mouth, flooding him with all my cum.
I arch my back. The pleasure takes me over.
"Eat that pussy," I say, my voice cracking from the pleasure that soars through me, and that’s exactly what he does. He devours my pussy until there’s no cum left inside of me.
I lift myself up, laying back on the bed, and Alex joins me. Laying behind me, he lifts my leg and slides inside of my asshole. Pushing his cock slowly inside, Alex doesn't stop until he is fully inside.
I feel him taking his time with me. Long complete strokes into my ass, he places kisses on the back of my neck. This is romantic and dirty all at the same time.
Not to be left out of the party, Jason lays in front of me, his cock pushing back into my pussy.
All of us on our sides, they spoon into me, fucking both my pussy and asshole.
I don't need to move. They're doing all the work. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Wade making himself a drink. He's worn out from the fucking.
"Your pussy is perfection, Zeva."
"Mm her pussy is, but that ass. I can't ever get enough of this tight little asshole."
I like when they use me as their fuck toy. I feel like no other woman deserves what I have with them, and I think they feel the same.
"Lift your leg up, Zeva. Hold it up to your chest."
I pull my leg up to open my pussy up for them, the sounds of their balls smacking together echoing through the room.
Shaking, my pussy and ass both tighten around them, wanting them to both to shoot a huge load of cum inside of me.
They both thrust one last time, cumming inside of my pussy and ass, the pressure of the flood forcing me to cum with them.
"Shit, fuck, I'm cumming."
"Zeva, baby, take it all."
"Fuck Zeva, take my cum."
All three of us screaming out in pleasure, cum filling me to capacity.
We're all worn out, but this is a first of a lifetime of playing together. Pulling from my body, we all laid back on the bed, basking in the afterglow of intense sex.
"That was incredible. I can't even move."
I laugh when Alex says that. His body still trembling from the last mind-blowing orgasm.
I slip off the bed, and wrap myself up in a robe. All of this is still so surreal to me. I am now living in this house with these three men, and all my dreams have become true. I never thought they’d muster up the necessary courage to leave The Order behind them, but that’s exactly what they did.
Tammi told me that if they really loved me, they’d do it for me…and she was right. They love me, and they did it for me.
Deep down, I know that I should feel guilty about making these three men leave behind the only life they’ve ever known. But I don’t care; they’re safe now, moving away from a life that promised nothing but bullets and blood.
“I love you,” I whisper, looking around the room and meeting their eyes. We’re all on the bed now, our naked bodies still glowing with ecstasy.
“I love you too,” they all repeat at the same time, and then they share a laugh. It’s an easy one—bright and generous—and it makes me feel warm inside.
I gave them all I had.
I gave them my virginity.
I gave them body.
I gave them my love.
And how did they repay me? Well, that’s an easy question: they turned me into the happiest woman on Earth.
That’s right—happiness. I didn’t know what that was, but now I do.
Even the darkest stories sometimes have a happy ending, it seems.
Well, this is mine.
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The Virgin Market
Dream of me, baby girl. Prepare yourself for what I’m about to do to you…
Her Father sold her to me to clear his debt.
It sickens me but I accept it because I see the lust for me in her eyes. How she wants her hands caressing my rugged face and ripped body.
She tries to hide it but she can't. And I can’t stop thinking about what I'll be doing to her.
Making that virgin body quiver with the numbness of pleasure. She has no idea the depths of my depravity.
But it won’t be just me.
Oh, no. That would be too easy. I have a partner who was also wronged by her father.
Together, we need to decide whether we keep her.
Or sell her.
It's a twisted question - give in to love and keep her. Or give in to vengeance and give her up on The Market?
It's too bad that Sarah Carlton is so untouched. An innocent and fragile girl who is the very picture of sweetness.
And we’re going to savor that sweetness as we break her, no matter what we choose.
Come enter a world of darkness in this
full-length standalone romance by Dark Angel. No cheating or cliffhanger but it's going to contain very mature themes with potentially dark undertones as well as scenes of MF and MFM. HEA? Always.
Prologue - Damien
I watch the rise and fall of Sarah’s chest, her breath finally slowing, and that’s all that keeps me hanging on. Every dark strand of her chocolate hair that often frames her face is tucked back into an elegant chignon. Nothing is out of place. Everything is perfect for display. A cosmetic counter’s best products are on display on her elegant, angelic features. Her face is masked in beauty, yet dripping with pain.
How did I get here?
I know how she got here. I'm the reason Sarah is here, on an auction block, trembling, for display.
I accept that Sarah is part of this. Part of making sure that the equation is solved, balanced.
But my heart and soul are ragged as I watch Sarah’s failed attempts to regain control of just her breathing.
“…Finest the Virgin Market has to offer…” one of the hosts barks as rich buyers walk past us and I catch some of his sickening words.
Through her frightened state, Sarah manages to catch some of them too. She yelps silently, fear stealing the sound from her lips, at whatever words she catches. Her mouth closes, the glossy lipstick smoothing over each lip when they press together again.
I thought Trevor, Sarah, and I had this situation figured out.
Except how could we?
Sure, my solution was entirely a half measure. Of course it didn’t work out one hundred percent. I just didn’t think it would fall apart like this.
I didn’t think I would fucking fall apart like this either.
The Virgin Market previously garnered a dispassionate response from me. These girls, and their virginity, were just another commodity to be sold and traded. So what? I didn’t give a shit. I didn’t see it as any different than any other business. I just didn’t happen to be one of their customers, or sellers.
Trevor had bought single nights on the Virgin Market before. He and I had also done some sharing in the past of decidedly non-virgins. There was a particular weekend where we shared a hot cougar who’s very elderly husband had passed and she wanted to celebrate her near infinite riches. She elected to do so impaled on both of our cocks.Afterwards, Trevor took the time to tell me that he liked younger, less experienced gals, and, would I like to try the Virgin Market?
He told me about it and I wasn’t interested. I didn’t come across outraged. I didn’t even judge him.
I was just…whatever about it.
I’ve never needed to buy women. You know that about me for sure if you know who I am.
My body makes any woman wet.
Including you.
My 8-pack abs cut with diamonds and sculpted with granite.
My bedroom eyes.
My rugged face.
My 12-inch cock.
My billions of dollars.
I am the epitome of fuckability.
Taking Sarah had been an offer I’d taken up on instantly, determining that my next move would be decided later.
When it got complicated, I asked Trevor to make sense of it. It was an intuitive move because I knew he could handle making the decision.
But I thought my solution to getting Sarah out of my mind was selling her to Trevor. Trevor even pushed me to sell her on the Virgin Market.
Yet, I couldn’t handle the thought of her belonging to anyone else but Trevor. I shared her with Trevor once, and that was fucking hot. We were selling her at the Virgin Market despite the fact that she was not a virgin. Which was fine…because Trevor was buying her and that was fine on his part. And no one would fucking know she wasn’t a virgin. Ironically, this was a business of some kind of twisted honor. At least an honor system that the girls for sale were virgins.
And then Trevor disappears before he can buy Sarah. What the fuck? I just can’t fucking bring myself to sell her to anyone else, and I didn’t think this was going to happen.
After everything, Sarah’s parents are here, suffering from seeing what's going to happen to her. Now I’m here and I can’t buy Sarah because I'm selling her…and I just want to leave.
I've already placed her up for order. I thought Trevor was running late, and would show. Now three minutes remain and in these three minutes, I'm dying a thousand deaths.
I can't satisfy the Market’s demands for a virgin without offering a replacement girl that buyers can purchase, and even if I had one, it's too goddamn late.
I face the very real risk that I'm here now, selling Sarah as a virgin to someone else, and that she will be truly lost to me, and Trevor, forever.
This is all my goddamn fault. Because what fucking mattered to me? The wrong goddamn things. I never, ever should've done any of this shit.
Trevor couldn’t possibly have forgotten or decided against buying Sarah, yet he isn’t fucking here. Isn’t answering his texts. Isn’t picking up his phone. Fuck.
I don’t want to deal with this shit right now. I want to deal with comforting Sarah.
She's terrified. She doesn’t know that we weren’t just planning to sell her anymore. She thinks we’ve abandoned her. And now … I'm being forced to do just that.
I have everything to lose; if I lose Sarah, she is everything to me.
I see her eyes shine with tears that won’t fall. Her gaze is full of enough pain that it feels like screaming in my already harried mind. I want to answer those screams, kiss those tears before they can be cried. That’s when I know. I feel the pit of my stomach ring out with the impact of the truth.
I will blow everything up in my entire goddamn life and anyone who comes at me before I let this happen.
I look at Sarah. She’s hurt, betrayed, confused. Of course she is. Sarah doesn’t know how to feel about feeling betrayed when she shouldn’t have discerned any loyalty at all.
But that loyalty is fucking there. No matter how much I've fought it.
Now, before I can tell her, the light on her auction block goes off, and I realize that I didn’t fucking act quickly enough.
I’m going to lose her forever.
What kind of fucking monster am I? I decide to run with her, save her, hide her, but seconds too late before I can?
No.
Sarah’s time has ran out.
Sarah
The wood is always my favorite part.
A crackling fire on the hearth, a warm cup of cocoa, and a cozy sweater makes Christmas feel like a miracle after the stresses of a tough college semester. I'm home for Christmas at my parents' house, but something is different this year.
I think my parents aren’t telling the truth. I have a work-study job at school. They say a clerical error is why the school thinks I need one. But I don’t push. I took on a job at my college as soon as the school notified me that I needed to. I'm in school; I'm costing my parents a lot of money. My mother makes no qualms about the fact that she wishes I would simply marry some rich man and not worry about going to school until after I snag a husband. If I consider school at all. My father indulges me, but only to a point. I can tell they are frustrated. I know they must have money problems.
Now, my father is holed up in his study, going on several hours now, instead of us even having a family dinner. Christmas is in two days and I'm stuck upstairs while he deals with some jerk who won't hold off their business until after the holidays? What's so bad? Who's being so rude?
I figure that I should trot my own butt downstairs. Get my own hot cocoa. I have the cozy sweater—check—and I will curl up with a novel after I procure the desired chocolate. Thanks to my dorm mate, I’m reading a saucy romance that heats up these cold winter nights. Better, at least, than the cozy mysteries I usually read.
Now, I swear, I have no intention of bothering my father. But when I hear raised voices, my attention is grabbed. Particularly, the voice I don’t recognize grabs me. A deep, masculine voice that gives me chills the instant I hear it.
/> "Damien!" I hear my father shout at him, sounding frazzled.
This Damien continues to say something about how it would be in my father's best interest to do as he was told.
Who is this jerk? He bothers us, interrupting our family time during the holidays, and works my father up to the point that he sounds frantic. Tells him what to do. I can’t help but lean in closer, and my mug slips out of my hand. Uh oh. Both male voices stop. I yelp.
"Sarah?" my father says, with a hint of ... hopefulness? Something odd colors his voice. I want to think that he's just happy to see me, but that seems like a foolish thought, even for an introvert like me. I don’t pick up much in social cues, but that’s due mainly just my naïveté to new surroundings. Something burns in my stomach. That heat pools deep in my belly when I hear that Damien man repeat my name in his delicious, dark voice.
It sounds like Damien tastes my name rather than just says it, and I'm covered in chills again, despite the thick cable knit sweater I'd made between classes this year to keep me warm. All the sweaters in the world won’t sheath me from the chills Damien’s voice creates all over my body. I am painfully aware that I'm not wearing much more than this sweater. Nothing can cover me up enough if I'm in the same room as Damien.
"Come in, won't you?" my father says. He sounds like the cat who ate the canary. Why? I think he must be mad that I'm spying, and that I'd probably just broke one of my mother's mugs. Mom will bitch about it, and then in turn my father will have to hear that bitching and he'll bitch to me about it. Still, I have no real reason to think ill of my father's intentions. I step inside, wishing I had more than the thin pajama pants on I thought wouldn't be seen by anyone. I didn't even have any panties on, not that I should be thinking about that, but I feel naked.
When I see this Damien, sitting in my father's desk chair while my father stands behind one of the chairs in front of his desk usually reserved for guests, I want to run away. I'm frozen in place. Damien is tall, taller than any man I've ever seen before. His shoulders are broad and frame an impressive barrel chest and a chiseled set of abs I can see through the cotton of his shirt, it fits so tightly. He has tattoos, intricate designs that are striking. But nothing is as striking as the power he seems to emanate. While his face is the very image of classically handsome prince charming, there is a rugged danger about him that screams villain more than savior. That danger doesn’t mar the definite sophistication he has, but it's the final touch of a devil's food cake of a decadently hot man.