Dirty Bad Strangers(69)
“Fucking hell, yeah, that’s one sorry, gorgeous mess.”
I felt strangely proud. Sore and proud.
“Come here, Jase, you don’t wanna miss this.”
Jason.
My heart hammered at his name.
Strangers held me open, brought a vibrator to my clit while I jerked and moaned.
Strangers lubed me up and forced toys inside me, holding my clit hostage with the sweet fucking torment of the vibrator.
I knew Jason’s touch the moment it was on me, familiar fingers at my nipples. He pulled me into his lap, my head against his belly as he held my knees high for the other men. I felt so good there, in his arms. Safe and warm and filthier than I’ve ever been, gaping and exposed to the horny pirates.
“Are you ok, my dirty girl?”
“Hell yes,” I gasped.
“You want more?”
“Use me,” I said. “Please. All of me. Fucking use me.”
Dicks and mouths and big fat toys, in me, on me, all fucking over me. I squirmed until I was a panting mess, clit sore to the touch as they brought me off over and over again with that fucking vibrator clamped on tight.
Jason held my mouth wide for two hot dribbles of cum. I swallowed it down like a good girl, hungry for more.
“You ready to stretch that pussy wide, dirty girl?” he whispered. “I want to see you take two cocks in that sweet little cunt.”
I nodded, beyond coherent speech.
He shunted me forward and onto a waiting cock. I slid onto it with ease, nice and deep, folding forward to take the second intrusion. It was Jason’s cock pressing against me, I knew it a mile off. Knew the growl he made as he pushed his way in. I wondered how it felt for him, his dick mashed tight against another dick, balls to balls as they shared my battered hole.
I smiled through the pain, until there was only the sweet ache of pleasure, the gentle slurp of two dicks working me, the horniest sound I’d ever heard. My clit pulsed as they slid back and forth. Sweet Jesus this was something else.
Jason bit my shoulder, hard enough to sting, then grunted in my ear. “I want you to come for me like this, Gemma. Can you come for me?”
I focused on the spot inside, the hot swell of pressure grinding tight. “Harder, Jason, harder and I’ll come for you. Fuck me!”
“Good girl.”
God, how they fucking pounded me… and I took it, concentrating on the ache, the flutter of desire growing inside. They changed angle and Jason built up rhythm … I could feel his cock riding over the other cock inside me… it did the fucking job.
“Fuck, Jason, I’m coming! I’m fucking coming! Pound my dirty pussy, Jason, please, fuck me up… fuck me! Fuck me!”
He came when I did, bellowing out expletives as he shot his load inside me. The stranger underneath wasn’t far behind, lifting his hips from the mattress and groaning from his throat.
I felt raw when they withdrew. Hollow and throbbing. I daren’t have touched my pussy, too scared to find it a gaping hole of nothing.
I relaxed on the mattress, adrenaline high and floaty, tracing my fingers over Jason’s chest.
“That was incredible,” I panted. “Fucking incredible.”
His fingers on my sore clit made me squeal before it began to feel good again.
“It’s not over yet, dirty girl,” he growled, as strange hands came for me. “We haven’t even started on your ass.”
Oh fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Gemma
The tension thrummed as the Land Rover rumbled along the dirt track. I braced myself for the bumps, gritting my teeth against the sensation; the rawness, the aching, squelchy, swollen fucking openness. Yet it still felt so good. So dirty.
Two cocks in my pussy felt intense. Crazy intense.
Two cocks in my ass felt crazy, full stop.
I daren’t think of the mess down there, daren’t think of how sore I’d be in the morning.
That didn’t matter right now. All that mattered was the glow of release, the endorphin high, the beautiful dark place where fantasies run wild.
My breath was shallow, ragged. Knees lolling apart as I perched on the seat.
Jason didn’t speak a word. I could feel him, as tense as I was. The air was heavy, like the pressure before a thunderstorm.
He’d watched me take two big dicks in my ass, screaming his name as they forced their way inside. He’d been quiet since then, brooding.
“Talk to me,” I whispered. “Are you angry?”
“Angry? No.”
“Have I done something wrong?”
“No.”
I gasped as we hit a dip in the track. “Talk to me, Jason. This silence is making me feel really uncomfortable.”
A hand on my leg, hot against my bare skin. I’d pulled my jumper over my head, but wimped out of the leggings. There was nothing between his fingers and my battered pussy, just thigh.