Cataclysm (Four Horsemen #4)(57)

“Look at our slut, she’s so desperate,” the chestnut-haired man taunted. “You need dick, don’t you, slut?”

Prescott had to have told them to say those things. And he must have asked them to get someone with the same hair colour as me. I could picture myself there getting fucked by Drake, West and Francis whilst he watched us.

“This is what you like… watching them give it to me,” I said, arching my back as he pinched my nipple again.

“You take them so well, little lamb. Spread wide open by their cocks. It’s the best sight in the whole fucking world. I could watch you every day and it would never be enough. You are the most beautiful creature I’ve ever beheld. The way you come apart for us is stunning. I don’t think you realise how much we desire you. How much we need your body wrapped around ours. You are our queen. The one we need to debase over and over again until you’re a panting mess.”

I moaned, wanting more. Needing him to fuck me harder. This position was great for watching, but not to be fucked in the way I needed.

The fact three of my men had such dirty mouths turned me on so damn much. Drake had been a little more vocal the last time we’d had sex. Admittedly, I enjoyed the times he said nothing. It made me want to wind him up, so he’d crack.

“I need you to fuck me harder,” I panted out, not caring how desperate I sounded.

I heard Prescott chuckle before I found myself pulled off him. He pushed me up to my feet. It was disorientating, but Prescott was behind me, pressing me forward until my knees hit the bench in front of the window. Then he made me kneel on it.

“Put your hands against the glass.”

I obeyed, knowing they couldn’t see me. They knew we were watching, but it made it hotter to know they weren’t able to see Prescott fucking me as they fucked each other. My dress was still pooled at my waist and my knickers halfway down my thighs. He didn’t bother removing them. He merely stood behind me and bent me forward slightly to give him a good angle. The moment he thrust inside me, I moaned and my breath misted the glass.

“Look at them, little lamb. Can you see their dicks pumping in and out of her?”

He was close to my face, running his teeth along the shell of my ear.

The dark-haired man’s cock was now back in her mouth. She was being ravaged by the three men. They weren’t giving her body any mercy as they fucked her in unison.

“Yes,” I hissed when he gripped my hip and pounded into me the way I needed.

“They’re going to make her come all over them. Make her come the way they make you.”

“Pres,” I whined as his fingers rubbed over my clit.

“Mmm, that’s right, lamb. You’re going to come with her.”

Prescott shifted his angle, making me cry out from the way he was thrusting into me. My breath kept fogging the glass, but I could still see what was happening in front of me. Prescott pressed his free hand on one of mine, holding me there.

The three men were fucking the girl ever harder. She was gagging all over the dark-haired man’s cock, her saliva dribbling down her chin.

“Fuck,” he grunted as he erupted down her throat, spilling his cum.

The chestnut-haired one was rubbing her clit and making her squirm on him and the auburn-haired man’s dicks. The dark-haired one pulled his cock from her mouth, rubbing his cum all over her lips and chin. She didn’t swallow, just kept her mouth open and turned to us, showing me and Prescott what he’d given her.

“Jesus,” Prescott hissed in my ear.

The girl swallowed and smiled before turning her attention back to the two men still fucking her. The dark-haired man sat down and watched them. I couldn’t help but wonder if he enjoyed watching as much as me and Prescott did.

“Does our dirty whore want their cum filling her holes?” the dark-haired man said with a smirk.

“Yes,” she moaned, “please.”

“Then be a good little girl and come for them.”

Prescott circled my clit harder, rubbing me in the way he knew would make me explode all over him.

“Hold on for me, lamb,” he whispered. “Hold on until she comes.”

I squirmed on his cock, trying to stop from coming. All the orgasm denial Francis had done with me made it easier to keep myself from falling too quickly. I panted against the glass, wanting to see it. Needing to watch the moment she fell apart.

“Oh, fuck, I’m… I’m going to come,” she cried out.

“Not yet, lamb, just wait,” Prescott told me.

I moaned at the same time she did. Her body bucked with her climax. The men were grunting and cursing as she rode the wave.

“Let go. Come for me, little lamb. Come all over my dick.”

I bit my lip as the two men started erupting inside the woman. Then I was lost to my own orgasm wreaking havoc through my body. I let out a low whining sound, my breath covering the glass as I panted out my release. Prescott grunted behind me, continuing to rub my clit until it was so over sensitised, I cried with it.

“I can’t,” I gasped. “Please.”

He seemed to understand as he stopped, pressing his hand against my other one instead. Then he was fucking me into the window, squishing me against it. I was in no state to complain, not that I would have. Feeling his body pounding into mine with his desperation was intoxicating.