Cabin of Axes - Bea Paige Page 0,17
lowers his hot mouth to my pussy. My back arches off the bed, the soft furs beneath me adding an extra layer of sensation to my already overly-sensitive skin.
Every inch of me is alight with heat. My core is swelling with wantonness and a primordial need for these men to fill me up with their cum.
“Fuck me, please…” I beg, clawing at the bedsheet with one hand and grasping Franklin’s head with the other as he does exactly that and fucks my pussy with his tongue before pulling back and pressing something smooth and big against my entrance.
“What’s that?” I mumble, my thighs quaking a second later as the object between my legs begins to vibrate, and Berrin’s mouth clamps on my nipple sending shockwaves of pleasure from one point to the other.
Franklin smiles slowly. “This is my magic wand, sweetheart, and I’m going to fuck you with it whilst I suck on your clit and Berrin plays with your nipples.”
My response is dragged from my lips in a mumble of incoherent words and moans as Franklin slides the vibrator inside of me, then sucks on my clit just like he promised me he would.
“Fuck yes!” Berrin exclaims, grasping my breast before dragging his teeth over my nipple, making my body shake with pleasure. Being blanketed in darkness only serves to heighten my senses and even though I can’t see, I am aware of Mathieson crawling across the bed towards me.
“Oh, fuck!” I groan, as he leans in close and cups my jaw, his lips smashing against mine in a hungry kiss that makes my mind whirl and my body feel liquid.
“Baby, we’re going to make you come so hard that you won’t be able to hold back the flood of tears, and when they fall over your cheeks, I’m going to lick every last one from your beautiful face.”
“Mathieson,” I groan, my body jerking as Franklin and Berrin stoke the oncoming orgasm.
“That’s right, baby. I’m here,” Mathieson replies, his hands sliding down my arm and removing my hand from Franklin’s head, pinning it above my own. I feel the bed dip as he moves about, his distinct scent making my mouth water as he ties something silky around my wrist and pulls my arm taut above me.
“Secure her other wrist,” Mathieson orders, and Berrin pulls back leaving me panting as he secures my other wrist, so that I’m unable to reach any of them with my hands. My arms are pulled upwards, lifting the top half of my body off the bed. I have to hold my head up to keep it from falling back between my raised arms. As Franklin continues to eat me out- his ministrations make me hotter, wetter, and more turned on than I’ve ever been in my life- Mathieson settles beside me and grips a handful of my hair in his hand, yanking my head back.
“I wanna hear you scream, baby,” he says, his voice dark and full of glittering promises as he grazes his teeth against the throbbing pulse in my neck. I feel the sharp sting as his teeth latch on hard enough to cause pain, but not hard enough to break the skin. Pain and pleasure war inside of me. It’s a feeling I’ve become used to when I’m with these men. The pain had scared me at first, but now I welcome it especially since it’s always followed up with blistering pleasure, the kind that gives me the most profound orgasms.
“Please,” I beg, wanting more, wanting everything they can give me.
“You’re a fucking delight, you know that, right? We’re going to feast on you for days on end. Then, when you’ve come repeatedly and often, we’ll let you rest, all for it to start over again. We’re going to fuck you within an inch of your life and you’re going to beg us for more every damn time. Are you sure you’re ready for us?” Berrin asks, between licks and bites of my nipple that skim the line between pain and pleasure.
“Yes,” I pant, squirming beneath them all.
Franklin growls into my pussy in response, his tongue lashing up and down expertly as his hands push against my thighs, his palms spreading my legs apart so he can sink the vibrator deeper, touching that tender spot within my core.
“Look at your glistening pussy. You taste divine, sweetheart,” Franklin mutters, almost to himself.
“I want a taste,” Berrin grumbles, his hot breath fluttering over my skin.
“And me,” Mathieson adds, sliding his tongue up