by Logan Fox
I need their help to flip over. My legs are rubber and my knees jelly. But they get me on my hands and knees, and make me share kisses between Zach and Cass as Apollo rubs his cock over my pussy, hunting out my slit.
When he thrusts into me, I let out a strangled gasp of pleasure.
Zach reaches for my clit, but Apollo slaps his hand away. “Mine.” It’s the closest to a growl I’ve ever heard coming from his sweet mouth.
I laugh, and that earns me a hard slap to my ass. I moan and rest my head on the couch like the good girl I am.
Apollo thanks me with a groan and a series of hard, deep thrusts that send me spiraling toward another climax.
He comes before I do, giving my ass another hard slap. But he stays inside me as he starts strumming my clit. I push my legs a little further apart, groaning into the cushion as my climax speeds closer.
“What the fuck is going on?”
Apollo yanks his dick out of me. I go onto my knees, grabbing on the back of the couch for support as I try and focus across the living room floor.
“Do you know what fucking time it is?” Reuben growls.
“Half-past three?” Cass says.
“We’ve got to be at the doctor in five hours.”
He’s wearing a thick robe, and when he walks closer, it’s with a heavy limp. His hair is disheveled, his eyes darkly shadowed.
“Rube, we can expla—” Apollo begins, but cuts off and scrambles off the couch when Rube gets closer.
“This is what you four do when I’m out of it?” he demands, waving a hand in my general direction. “You all fuck each other?”
“Sometimes I read,” Cass says.
“Enough!” Rube looks at me, disapproval stark in his eyes. “What do you have to say for yourself?”
I blink up at him, look away, and then start wagging my hips.
Honestly, my brain is mush. If I could have talked my way out of this I would have, but…I’ve just been fucked seven ways from Sunday.
A big, warm hand caresses my ass.
“Think this is going to fix anything?” Rube asks. “A quick fuck, and all is forgiven?”
“Buddy, you’re usually out cold by now,” Cass says. “We could have been doing this on top of you and you wouldn’t have woken up.”
“Doctor said no pills tonight.” Rube strokes my ass again. “And no sex, either.”
He slaps me.
Fucking hard.
I whimper as my arousal—and possibly three different men’s cum—trickles down my inner thigh.
“That’s why we didn’t—”
“Shut up and hold this.”
I look up in time to see Rube handing his robe to Cass. Then he clicks his fingers at Apollo. “Get back in her.”
“Man, I would? But…” Apollo cups his hands over his dick and takes a step back. “You scared the bejesus out of me.”
“I’ll do her,” Zach says. “But only if you fucking promise not to rip out those stitches again.”
That’s the problem with Rube. He thinks he’s invincible. Unbreakable.
Zach thrusts into me, no teasing, not even a warning. My mouth opens in a gasp, and that’s when Rube forces the crown of his cock between my lips.
He was in surgery for nine hours, and walking a week later. That same month, he had to go back in because he’d torn something important—because he’d been fucking me like a goddamn stallion despite the doctor’s orders.
The only way we could get him to start healing was to insist the doctor give him a prescription for sleeping pills. And I tried to stay out of his way as much as possible.
Still, it’s taken him twice as long to heal as it should have, and if the doctor doesn’t like what he sees tomorrow, he could be on bed rest for another week.
So I suck his cock while Zach fucks me from behind, and we put on a good show so that when he comes, Rube doesn’t feel left out.
Soon, everything will be back to normal.
No more sneaking around.
No more pills.
Reuben wraps my curls around his fist, guiding his dick deeper into my mouth. “Did they make you come?” he asks.
I look up at him, wide-eyed as I nod.
“Was it good?”
Another nod.
“I don’t believe you.”
I groan as Cass’s fingers trail down my stomach, heading for my clit.
“No, no,” Rube murmurs, when I try and move away from his touch. “You said you could handle all four of us.” He grabs the base of his cock and forces another inch of himself down my throat. “So handle us, my girl.”
When Zach’s had his share of my ass, he moves beside Rube. He hasn’t come again, and I know why.
My men think I’m even prettier when I’m covered with their cum.
So as Rube’s dick starts throbbing in my mouth, and the grip in my hair tightens, Zach starts jerking off beside him, biting his lip as he stares down at me with pure adoration.
Cass shoves his cock into my slit, because I guess they can’t help filling every single one of my holes.
And Apollo teases me toward another climax with his fingers.
We don’t all come at once…but it’s pretty damn close.
And as my climax is tearing through me, Rube demands I look up at him so he can watch me swallow down every drop of his cum.
Side by side, he and Zach are like night and day.
His green eyes so bright, where Zach’s are always shadowed.
Light and dark.
All my men have that in them. Both the light and the dark.
Thankfully, I’ve seen more of their light shine through these past few days. I’m hoping, soon, that light will vanquish the dark.
It has to.
The police found enough evidence in Keith Malone’s safe house to convict hundreds of child molesters across the country, and lay charges against thousands more. It was the biggest bust in sex-trafficking history.
Keith Malone was dead when they finally excavated the grave. It wasn’t that they didn’t find a freshly filled-in grave suspicious. The cops were just…distracted.
Kismet.
We brought closure to hundreds of families. Even a decade later, it could still help them heal. The task force assigned to the case is working around the clock to find the rest of the houses still out there.
We brought light to the shadows.
But we also brought hope. And that, I think, is the most important thing.
Because without hope, what is there to look forward to but endless night?
The End
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L. D. Fox writes deliciously dark and twisted stories for people that, like her, enjoy reading it.
Having grown up on names like Graham Masterton, Dean Koontz, James Herbert, Stephen King, Robert Jordan, and Terry Pratchett, her stories are an eclectic mix of the sadistically twisted, the epic, and the darkly comedic. She strives to create characters that are as immersive as the worlds she raises around them. Expect more than your average amount of plot twists, superb dialog, characters you’ll either love or loathe, and a book hangover that’s guaranteed to last at least few days, if not longer. She doesn’t hold any punches - nor should she, for that’s what she expects in the books she reads and what she offers to her readers in return.
She hails from the four-seasons-in-a-day suburb of Johannesburg, South Africa. She’s so busy writing she doesn’t have time for much else except the occasional indulgent Netflix binge. She loves hearing from readers, so don’t be shy to contact her and tell her what you thought of her writing.