Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(15)

Prescott turned his attention to Mason, giving him an evil smile.

“You should see how she stretches around his dick. Such a fucking sight.”

“Pres’ favourite game is watching,” I added.

The death glare we both got from Mason was worth every moment.

I slid deeper, impaling Scarlett completely. My hands went to her hips to give me leverage to fuck her. She cried out into the tape when I pulled back and slammed inside her. Her hands shifted against Prescott’s, but he had a firm hold of them.

“That’s it, little lamb, you’re doing so good. Take his dick nice and deep.”

She rubbed her face against his fingers. Prescott released her chin to cup it instead. He leant closer and nuzzled her hair.

“Good girl,” he whispered in her ear. “Such a good girl.”

Then he moved back, releasing her chin. Scarlett didn’t look away from Mason. She stayed where she was, allowing me to fuck her as deep and rough as I wanted.

“Let go of her hands,” I said a moment later.

Prescott did as I said. Scarlett laid them on the table, taking everything I was giving her without complaint. His hands went to his dick instead, adjusting it. I smirked and gave him a wink. Watching always got him going.

“You going to make him come, little lamb? You want him to fill you up with his cum?”

She nodded. It made Mason spit out a bunch of intelligible noises behind the tape. Prescott moved closer to him.

“You see that?” He pointed at us. “He had her first, you know. And I’m not talking about now. When you were busy leering over her, he was taking what’s rightfully his. Scarlett has always been ours since day fucking one. We were born as one. We’ll die as one.” He gave Mason an evil smile. “And you? You’re nothing but a fucking waste of space wanting what he can’t have. She’s never been yours. Never will be. Time to get that into your thick skull.”

Prescott turned back to us.

“She’s going to come all over his dick because she likes being told she’s a dirty little bitch who loves cock. She’s our corrupt queen. And she’s taken her rightful place by our sides. The Four Horsemen and their goddess, Nyx.”

I ran my hand up her back and gripped her hair, tugging her upright until her back was pressed to my chest. I wrapped my hand around her throat whilst still pumping my hips, letting her feel how much I needed her sweet little pussy wrapped around my dick.

“You hear that, little Scar? Our goddess. That’s what you are.”

She reached behind us, gripping my coat between her fingers. The low whine coming from behind the tape only made me shove her back down on the table, my body going with her. I leant over her, keeping her pinned to the wood whilst I hammered into her pussy.

“You like that, don’t you, slut? Being ours. Letting us use your little body the way we need.”

I ripped the tape from her mouth, making her cry out.

“I want to hear you. Tell him how much you love my dick, slut.”

My hand went back to her neck, holding it and squeezing.

“I love your dick. The things you do with it make me scream,” she choked out. “I can’t live without it… or you.”

I looked over her shoulder at Mason. The fucking broken expression on his face was exactly what I wanted to see.

“Tell him how much you like to get fucked by more than one dick at once,” I whispered in her ear. “Tell him the truth.”

Scarlett’s grip on my coat tightened, keeping me against her.

“I can’t wait to get home so you can fuck me together. I want all of you inside me. I need it so bad.”

“Such a filthy little slut. So needy for cock.”

“Yes,” she moaned, “I need it.”

Prescott was rubbing himself through his clothes, watching us with no shame.

“You want to come, slut?”

“Please.”

My fingers tightened around her throat.

“You going to come for Pres, hmm? Show him how much you like getting fucked?”

“Yes, yes!”

“Tell him.”

She turned her attention to Prescott who moved away from Mason, coming closer to us again.

“I want you to watch me come over his cock.”

Prescott bit his lip and smiled at her, his gaze absolutely wicked.

“Mmm, then you better be a good little lamb. Show him you deserve it.”

He leant over the table and stroked her hair. It was as if Mason was no longer there. It was just the three of us. And so it fucking well should be. Prescott and Scarlett were far more important to me than that piece of shit we had tied up.

“I want to see you. Show me how hard you are.”

His smirk as his hand went to his jeans was devious. He had as much shame as I did, which was zero.

“Do you want him in your mouth?” I murmured in her ear. “Want him to come down your throat?”

“Please.”

“You’ve been such a good little slut. I think Pres should reward you with his cum.”

She moaned, letting go of me and reaching for Prescott.

“Hold on, get up on the table, Scar, then you can suck his dick.”

I pulled away from her. She crawled up on the table and I got up on it behind her. Prescott had his dick out and knelt on the table too, shifting closer to Scarlett. I gripped her hip, pressing back inside her pussy. Scarlett reached out and stroked Prescott’s cock whilst he gathered her hair between his fingers.