“Please?” she begs. The desperation in her voice makes me want to cave and bury my face between her legs to eat her out right here while she licks my cum up off the floor. But I don’t because this is what she does. She’s my slut, not the other way around.
I slap her ass hard enough to leave a red handprint. She cries out and tries to get away from me, but there’s nowhere for her to go. “Did I tell you that you were done?” I ask, my palm now rubbing her ass and my fingers digging into the sensitive skin.
Her body shakes, but I hear her softly answer. “No.”
“Then keep licking,” I command. “I want that floor clean, princess.”
I ignore her soft cries as she goes back to what she was doing while my eyes drop back to her pussy. I can’t help myself; I shove a finger into her and bite my tongue to keep from groaning out loud over how wet she is. Don’t want her to hear how much I want her.
Removing it, I stick it in my mouth. “Desperation tastes so good,” I say, pulling it free from my lips.
The boys laugh at the table, and this time, I look over at them. They each sit in their chairs, pushed back from the table to allow them the best view of her. Finn has a joint between his lips, one hand holding the handle of his knife while he twirls the end of the blade against his other palm, watching her lick up my cum. Alex is smoking a cigarette, his eyes glued to her ass up in the air. And Jenks, well, he’s doing what I told him to do. I wait for him to make eye contact, and then I nod at him. He does the same before pocketing his cell.
Looking back down at her glistening cunt, I thrust two fingers into her this time, making her moan. I know she wants more. Raylee likes it rough. I start to fuck her with my fingers, her body rocking back and forth. She whimpers and gasps between sounds of her tongue lapping at the floor like an addict who spilled what little drug she had left and won’t let it go to waste.
Her pussy clamps down on my fingers, and I feel her body stiffen. I remove them, and her body sags the best it can in her position while her panting now fills the silent room. I like to tease her. Make her crawl on her hands and knees while begging for me to fuck her.
I look down at the floor and see that she has cleaned up most of what I gave her. “Good girl.” I smile.
Standing, I grip her bleach blond hair. I yank her to her feet, and she cries out before I toss her onto her back on the formal dining room table, crushing her arms underneath her, making her scream this time.
“Finn, shut her up,” I tell him.
He stands from the chair and removes his belt. “Open wide.” Before she has a chance to follow orders, he’s placing his belt into her mouth, shoving it behind her teeth, and then wrapping it around her head. He ties it off, securing it in place.
I lean over the end of the table, reaching up and running my thumb over her teeth where she bites on the black leather. She’s got cum on her face and in her hair from the floor. She breathes heavily through her nose. I grab the almost see-through material she calls a dress and rip it down the center, exposing her breasts. She isn’t wearing a bra. I’m honestly surprised she was even wearing underwear.
Running my hands up her ribs, I grab her large breasts in my hands and squeeze, making her rock her body back and forth, rattling the table.
Her eyes go from mine to my three friends, and I watch them grow even heavier. I also notice her nipples harden, and she arches her neck. Interesting.
“Who wants a taste?” I ask.
I’ve never let them have a piece of her before. If I’m being honest with myself, I hate the fact that she fucks other men. But I can’t let her know that about me. And this is about my control over her right now, not the other way around.
She’s my fucking toy to use and pass around.
Finn leans down into her face, blowing out a puff of smoke from his joint. She rocks her head back and forth while unintelligible words come from her gagged mouth. Laughing, he answers, “I’d love a piece.”
I lift her knees, placing her black hooker heels on the table, and push her upward so she’s more in the center. “Spread your legs, princess,” I order her, and they fall open. “Such a greedy slut.” I slap her inner thigh, making a loud popping noise.