Chapter 4 Book Club--Ii

• He slipped a condom over his length, then reached for a bottle of lube from a nearby table. The cool liquid dripped onto my ass, making me shiver. His fingers spread it over me, slowly, pushing a slick finger inside to work me open.
• "Relax," he coaxed, his tone low and commanding. "I want to feel you take every inch."
• The pain was sharp at first, my body adjusting to the intrusion. I whimpered, tears stinging my eyes, but the burn quickly gave way to something deeper—something different.
• "That's it," the dark-haired man said from in front of me, his cock brushing my lips. "Let it all out."
• A tear slid down my cheek as the blond pressed in deeper, stretching me. I gasped, my nails scraping the table. It hurt, but god, it felt good too.
• "She's so fucking tight," the blond growled, his voice strained as he pushed in fully, his cock buried deep in my ass.
• I cried out, my body trembling, tears slipping freely down my face now—not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure. Pleasure mixed with the burn, and I couldn't hold back the sob of desire that tore from my throat.
• "She's taking it beautifully," the dark-haired man said, his fingers wiping away a tear before pressing the head of his cock against my lips. "Open up for me, sweetheart.”
• I parted my lips, and he slid inside, his thickness filling my mouth. My tongue swirled around him, tasting the salt of his skin. His groan was rough, his hand tangling in my hair as he guided my movements.
• "Fuck, yes," he hissed, thrusting shallowly. "So fucking good."
• The blond began to move behind me, slow at first, letting me adjust. Each thrust sent a shockwave through my body, the pleasure building with every inch he claimed. The stretch, the fullness—it was too much and not enough all at once.
• "Cry for us, baby," the blond whispered, his hand smacking my ass, the sting making me yelp around the cock in my mouth. "Let them all hear how much you love it."
• I moaned, tears blurring my vision as I took them both, my body a mess of sensation. Every thrust from behind pushed me deeper onto the dark-haired man's cock, making me choke and gag, my nails digging into the table for support.
• "Good girl," the dark-haired man groaned, his voice rough with approval. "You're fucking perfect like this."
• The blond's thrusts quickened, each one harder, deeper, driving me closer to the edge. His cock filled me, stretching me wide, the burn blending with the blinding pleasure until I couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. His fingers gripped my hips so tightly I knew there would be bruises, and somehow, the thought only turned me on more.
• "Fuck, she's squeezing me so tight,” he groaned, his voice rough. "You feel that? She's trembling for us."
• Tears streamed down my face, my body wrecked and overwhelmed, but I couldn't stop the needy whimper that escaped around the cock in my mouth. Every nerve was on fire, every inch of me trembling from the feel.
• The dark-haired man grunted, his grip on my hair tightening as he fucked my mouth in deep, hard thrusts. His cock slid over my tongue, hitting the back of my throat, and I gagged, my eyes watering.
• "That's it," he growled, his hips snapping forward. "Take me. All of me. You're a fucking vision."
• Behind me, the blond smacked my ass again, the sharp sting making me jolt. His free hand slid around to my front, fingers circling my clit with punishing precision. I gasped, choking around the cock in my mouth, my body convulsing as the pleasure slammed through me.
• "You're close, aren't you?" the blond murmured, his breath ragged. "I can feel you clenching around me. You gonna come while we fuck you like this?"
• I moaned, the sound vibrating around the dark-haired man's cock. My body was on the brink, every muscle tight, every sensation heightened. I was being used, claimed, and I wanted it. Needed it.
• "She's falling apart," the dark-haired man said, his voice thick with lust. "Look at her—tears running down her face, her pussy dripping for us. She's perfect."
• The blond chuckled darkly, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Let's push her over the edge."
• He pressed harder against my clit, his fingers circling, and my entire body tensed. I couldn't hold back. The orgasm tore through me, my walls clenching around him as I cried out, the sound muffled by the cock still filling my mouth.
• "That's it, baby," the blond groaned, driving into me harder. "Come for us. Show everyone how much you love being fucked."
• I sobbed with pleasure, my body shaking uncontrollably as the waves of release washed over me. The dark-haired man grunted, his thrusts becoming uneven.
• "I'm gonna come," he growled, pulling out just enough to press his cock against my lips again. "Open wide, sweetheart."
• I obeyed, my mouth slack, my body still trembling. He thrust one last time, and with a deep, guttural groan, he came, hot and thick, spilling across my tongue.
• "Fuck," he hissed, his fingers loosening their grip in my hair. "You're fucking incredible."
• The blond was still pounding into me, his grunts turning feral as his pace became punishing. My body was trembling, still riding the aftershocks of my orgasm, when he suddenly pulled out. I gasped at the emptiness, my knees wobbling beneath me. Before I could catch my breath, I heard the distinct snap of the condom being removed.
• "You're not done yet, baby," he rasped, his voice raw with need. His slick cock pressed against my pussy, still drenched from my release. He rubbed the head over my swollen folds, spreading the wetness.
• "You're gonna take me now. All of me."
• I whimpered, my body already sensitive, but the ache between my legs was still there. I wanted it—wanted him to fill me again.
• He didn't wait for permission. His hands gripped my hips hard as he thrust into me in one brutal stroke, burying himself deep. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the table for support.
• "Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, pulling back only to slam into me again. "So fucking wet for me."
• His cock stretched me, thick and wide, each thrust pushing me closer to that dangerous edge again. He was rough, his grip bruising, but I craved every second of it.
• Behind us, the dark-haired man was still watching, his eyes dark with satisfaction as he stroked himself, his cock already hard again.
• "She's loving this," he murmured. "Look at her. She's fucking dripping for you."
• The blond slapped my ass, the sting making me jolt. "Yeah, she's a greedy little thing, isn't she?" He leaned over me, his lips brushing my ear. "You love getting fucked like this, don't you?"
• "Yes," I gasped, barely able to form words. "God, yes!"
• He grinned against my neck, his teeth scraping over my skin. "Then take it. Take every inch."
• He drove into me harder, his cock pistoning in and out, each thrust deeper than the last. My body burned with pleasure, my mind hazy from the overwhelming sensations.
• I could feel him everywhere—the way his cock stretched me, the way his hands bruised my skin, the way his breath was hot against my back. The intensity of it was too much and not enough all at once.
• "Gonna come again," I whimpered, my voice trembling. "Please, don't stop."
• "Come on my cock," he growled, his thrusts becoming erratic. "Let me feel you lose it."
• My release hit me hard, my pussy clenching around him as I screamed. My entire body shook, the pleasure crashing over me in violent waves.
• "Fuck," he hissed, slamming into me one last time before spilling inside me, his cock twitching as he filled me. His grip on my hips tightened, his body trembling with the force of his release.
• For a moment, everything was still, our ragged breaths the only sound in the room. He pulled out slowly, leaving me trembling and utterly spent.
• The dark-haired man stepped closer, his hand trailing down my back. "Ready for round two?" he asked with a smirk.
• And fuck was I ready.