Taking What's Naughty (Forced Submission #6)(8)

Her warm * clenches around me so tightly I almost cum. I close my eyes against the sheer pleasure of it and try to control myself. It’s too fast, too soon. I want to hold on to this moment for just a little longer. We’ve been waiting so long to have it, and I don’t want it to be over before it has even begun.

I hold myself inside her, bottoming out in her *. She continues to pulse and clench around me, her body begging me to move.

“You feel that, Leila? Your * wants it. She’s trying to suck the cum right out of me. I bet if I didn’t even move, she’d milk every drop I had until there was nothing left in my balls.”

“Fuck you,” she bites out, making Kellan and Remy laugh behind me. I smile against her neck before I kiss her there, then bite it. Her hips try to buck again as I taste the saltiness on her skin.

“Seems to me like your * is the one trying to do the f*cking.”

“Please,” she begs, the word coming out in a strangled moan.

“‘Please’ what? Keep going? Please let you f*ck my cock, or please f*ck my cunt? Because really, those are the only options you have here. We saw what happens when we let you pick what you want, so now we’ll be giving the orders.”

She jerks against the binds at her wrists, and the need to show her how true my words are takes over. I start to roughly thrust in and out of her, pinning her to the bed with each thrust. Her moans fill the room as I slide in and out of her wet *. The mixture of our combined pleasure coats my cock.

“You feel all that cum in your *? That’s us. Taking you. Claiming you. Making you ours. Now I’m going to coat your *, too.” As I thrust, she clenches at my words. I can feel the bed moving with my own movements, but I can’t bring myself to slow down. I want her to know how serious I am. What this means. “You’ll never be free of us,” I whisper into her ear, not caring now if I cum too soon. It doesn't matter. She’ll be in our bed every night for the rest of our lives. I can take her whenever the f*ck I want to.

Her sweet cunt locks around my cock at my words, another orgasm ripping through her body. The contractions pull my orgasm from me as I empty myself inside her. Jets of semen spill from my cock and coating her walls. This binds us all together. We’ve all claimed her now.

Her name rips from my throat. My voice is almost unrecognizable as everything that just happened seems to settle into place. Her limp body lies besides me as I let my cock slip free from her perfection, cum spilling out with it.

Pulling back, I look down at Leila. Her eyes are closed, her face completely relaxed, and her fiery red hair laid out all around her. She looks like an angel. I turn her face towards me. Her eyes don’t open when I place a soft kiss on her full lush lips before reluctantly pulling away.

“Fuck, I think that last orgasm knocked her out,” Remy says, and I silently agree. I have the urge to fall onto the bed next to her, I’m so exhausted. My balls hurt from how many times she’s coaxed an orgasm from me.

Not wanting to wake her, I pull myself from the bed before dropping down into a chair. Remy sits opposite me. Kellan sits down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair as she sleeps. A look of pure pleasure and happiness crosses his face, something I’m sure is on my face, too.

“As much as I wanted her to come to us, I have no regrets,” Kellan says to us while still looking down at Leila.

“I think she wanted this,” Remy adds, motioning to the room.

I have to agree. Leila lives in a world of her own in a nice safe bubble where no one can try to hurt her. She lost her parents her first year of college and has been alone ever since. She’s just trying to make her way and get herself through school.

She shut herself off from the outside world, I believe, because she never wanted to experience loss again. My only regret is we hadn’t found her sooner. I regret that we weren’t there to comfort her in her time of need.

Now she’ll never know loneliness again. There will always be one of us at her side. It wouldn’t be any other way. We are too far gone for her, and we can give her what she needs if she just lets us. We can fill her life with happiness again.

But in true Leila fashion, she dug her sexy little heels into the ground and made us push harder.

“I think we learned a little something about our sweet girl tonight,” I tell them, drawing both of their eyes to me. “She likes it a little rough, and she enjoys the fight. We should’ve seen that sooner. Maybe if we had, we’d be working on putting a second baby inside her by now.”

They both nod.

“I don’t give a f*ck. At least we’ve got her now. A little bit of my charm and I’ll have her all warm and cuddly in our bed by the end of the night.” Remy snaps his finger while flashing a smirk that always seems to get him what he wants, whether it be getting some information on a case or just getting his coffee quicker at Starbucks.

“Never seen it work on Leila before,” I remind him, going in for a small friendly dig. Remy’s smirk drops, and Kellan snorts.

“Didn’t you see? I got her all warmed up for my charms now. She milked my cock like she couldn’t get enough of it,” he retorts. The reminder of her * around my cock makes my dick start to come back to life.

“How long do you think it will take us to get her to calm? I’d like to get her to come home with us willingly,” Kellan says, going back to playing with Leila’s hair.