Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(56)

We watched the second man push deeper, impaling the girl on his dick. The way she moaned from the stretch made my dick throb. It reminded me of the sounds Scarlett made when we fucked her together.

“Do you see that, lamb? That’s how you look when you’re taking two of them. When you’re stuffed full of cock.”

“Oh god, Pres. Please, please fuck me.”

Scarlett was rocking on my fingers now, her eyes fixed on the scene in front of us.

“Mmm, does my dirty lamb need filling like she is?”

“Please.”

As if I would deny myself the opportunity to fuck her little pussy. I’d never taken a girl to watch with me before. Never wanted to until Scarlett. Besides, I got my kicks from watching the others fuck, so never needed to go anywhere else. They were happy to let me watch, so what was the point?

Now we had Scarlett. My kinky little lamb was just as deviant as the four of us. Our perfect goddess of the night. She wanted to try everything. This was for me and her. Something we could share together. There was no fucking way I could involve the others in this. Scarlett was possessive. She wouldn’t want to see them fuck another girl. But this? We could watch people we didn’t know fuck in private for a price. One I was more than willing to pay for the safety and security of a club catering to your basest desires. I would do anything to make Scarlett happy.

Drake said yes because he knew Zayn’s club was one of the most secure places in the city. The mafia prince was known for running a tight ship. Privacy and security were his top priorities.

I removed my fingers from Scarlett’s pussy, pressing her forward enough to undo my trousers and get my cock out. I pulled her knickers down her thighs to give me access but didn’t bother tugging them off her body. My chin settled on her shoulder a minute later.

“If you want my dick, lamb, take it. Show me how much you need me.”

She shifted back as I held it for her. And slid down on it just as the door in the other room opened, revealing a third man. I smiled at the shocked gasp emitting from Scarlett’s mouth. He was completely bare, with dark hair and dark eyes. The way he smirked as he approached the threesome on the bed made Scarlett squirm on my dick as she sunk further down.

“Room for one more?” the man asked as he climbed on the bed.

“Holy fuck,” Scarlett moaned as he took the girl by the hair, pulling her closer and shoving his dick in her mouth.

I couldn’t help but be pleased with Scarlett’s reaction.

My girl loves this as much as I do. What more could a man ask for?





Twenty Five


Scarlett





When I begged Prescott to take me out of the penthouse, I did not imagine I would end up in a sex club sat on his dick whilst we watched four people fuck. I got it now. Completely understood his fascination. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen in my life. Watching three men go at this woman like she was their plaything. They gave it to her with wild abandon, heedless of the fact they were being watched.

“That’s what Francis, West and Drake look like when they fuck you, little lamb,” Prescott whispered in my ear. “When they make you take them all at the same time.”

He gripped my hips and made me rock against him, fucking me whilst we watched them. And what a sight it was. The dark-haired man had the girl’s hair in his fist, pumping his cock down her throat and making her gag on it. I could hear the sounds of it through the speakers. The chestnut-haired one, who was fucking her pussy, was running his hands up her body, pinching her nipples whilst she rocked on his cock. The man with the auburn hair gave it to her from behind whilst he held onto her shoulders as leverage. I was riveted. There was a rawness to the way they fucked each other, to the passion between them.

I knew this was a show, and they’d been paid to act this out for us, but it didn’t stop it from feeling real. It was so fucking hot, I thought I might combust. My body was on fire with the scene in front of us. Prescott had understood what I needed. He’d surprised me with this. He wanted to show me what he saw. What he desired. Watching people fuck in the rawest and most animalistic way. No wonder this turned him on so much.

“Pres, please, I need more. Touch me.”

I don’t think I could have got through watching this scene without him there, his cock buried deep inside me. He pushed me forward slightly so he could unzip the back of my dress. I let it fall off my body, pooling at my waist. His fingers pulled down my bralette and cupped my breasts. I moaned when he pinched my nipples and pressed kisses to the side of my neck.

“Do you like it, my lamb? My gift to you.”

I moved my hips faster, needing more friction between us.

“Yes, fuck, it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

The dark-haired man pulled his cock from her mouth and rubbed her saliva around her lips. His dick was covered in it. Then he leant down, taking her chin between his fingers and spat directly in her mouth. I shuddered, feeling Prescott dig his teeth into my bare shoulder.

“Dirty girl,” the dark-haired man said. “Such a dirty little whore.”

“Yes,” the girl moaned. “I’m your dirty whore.”

She wrapped her hand around his cock, stroking her saliva into it. The auburn-haired man bit down on her shoulder the way Prescott was doing to mine. She yelped, pushing herself back into his embrace. I didn’t know what to do with myself other than to watch them and let Prescott touch me. Let him drive me higher.