“She wants to cry,” I tell him. “Give the girl what she wants, Zac.”
His fiery gaze darts to mine before his attention is back on her. He pulls out, grabbing his dick in his hand. Then, he presses it higher. Her entire body tightens in preparation for him to breach her there.
“Relax,” Zac and I both command at once.
Her body melts at our instruction. Dropping to his knees, he spreads her ass cheeks and swipes his tongue up her crease. She flinches and then cries out when he moves his mouth to the back of her thigh, sinking his teeth into her flesh—marking her. Swiping his fingers against her pussy, he gathers up her juices and uses them as lube to breach her puckered hole.
“Relax, Lucky,” I demand, watching him fingerfuck her asshole, adding more digits and saliva from his mouth to get her all wet and ready for his cock. She’s panting, her fingers clawing at the counter, her back heaving with her need for more. Rising to his feet, Zac gently pulls his fingers out of her ass and lines his cock up with her needy hole instead. With a hiss, he presses into her slowly, inching farther inside past the rings of muscle. A choked sound escapes her. Unlucky for little Clove, she had to offer her ass for the first time to the biggest dick in the bunch. Go big or go home, I guess.
A broken sob rattles from her.
“You know my name. Say it,” I urge, giving her the out I promised.
Tears leak from her eyes and she shakes her head at me. Zac shoots me a feral look before grabbing her hip in a punishing way, inching the rest of his dick in.
“Fuck,” he growls. “You’re strangling my dick here, Clove.”
His hips pull back and then he slams into her hard enough that she screams. Her knuckles turn white as she grips the counter, her entire body trembling.
“Say. My. Name,” I snarl.
She’s quiet as a fucking mouse.
So, Zac turns it up a notch. Fucks her ass hard and without apology. Her screams echo against the walls, sending fire through my veins.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Zac is a wild man as he pounds into her.
Another loud sob from Clove.
“Say it,” I bellow. “Fucking say it, Clove.”
She says nothing that will end the pain. She fucking likes it.
Zac reaches forward, gathering her dark locks in his fist, and yanks her up off the counter. He wraps his other arm around her stomach to hold her to him as he pistons his hips. She sobs, her feet locking around the backs of his thighs and her hands gripping the edge of the counter.
Tears stream down her face as he fucks her ass hard. He whispers many things into her ear, his grip on her hair tight. Eventually she seems to come undone, a heartbreaking sob rattling from her.
“Ford,” she cries.
I slam my chamber brush down onto the table, ready to bark at Zac, but he’s already releasing her and slipping out of her. Despite no longer being inside her, he comes against her back just above her ass.
“Such a good girl,” he breathes into her hair. “Are you okay?”
She nods and turns in his arms to hug him. He squeezes her, kissing the top of her head.
“Do you hurt?” he asks.
Her shoulders shrug as though she’s embarrassed to admit it.
“Go shower,” I tell her softly.
Zac’s fingers slide into her hair and he tilts her head back to look at her tearstained face. “Unless you’re not done getting dirty.”
He turns her head my way.
Fuck, she’s so pretty. Especially a sobbing, just-fucked mess.
Fire burns through my ass and I can’t stop trembling. It hurt. Sure, I talked a big game, but it fucking hurt. And yet…I didn’t want him to stop. I’m depraved.
But these guys—no, these virile men—stare at me as though my depravity is something to be worshipped and adored. It has me tapping into my bravery. I’m not William’s prissy girlfriend anymore. I’m not Dad’s little media princess.
I am theirs.
Their woman. Their whore. Their dirty, dirty girl.
I don’t know of any other women like me. A filthy slut who craves for four men to fuck her at every turn. In every hole. But here I am. Desperate for it. Trembling for it. Aching for it.
My ass hurts more than I can stand. I had to utter defeat. Zac whispered into my ear that he loved how beautiful and brave and strong I was, but he wanted me to throw in the towel. He promised, with time, that we’d work up to it and that eventually it wouldn’t hurt. He begged me to say Ford’s name and end it. For now. And then he whispered that he loved me.
Having that reassurance had me calling out the proclaimed safe word. And like it was silently agreed upon, he pulled out, finishing on my ass.