“You can do it,” he whispered, wiping my tears away. “Just two more. Show us how brave you are. Show us what a beautiful slut you are for us. You can do this.”
I hiccuped and sniffled. Two warm bodies stood behind me, stroking their fingers down the still burning skin of my back, waiting patiently for my answer. I took a deep breath. “I can do this,” I answered.
Rian captured my lips with his as he repositioned me on his lap, the head of his cock pushing against my clit. He gripped my hips and maneuvered me until my center was bared to Cormac and Liam behind me. I felt the breeze of Cormac’s hand moving through the air before the sting of the contact blossomed on my ass. I sobbed into Rian’s mouth.
“How many, love?” Cormac asked.
“Fourteen,” I wailed.
“One more, lass,” Liam whispered in my ear, taking a seat beside Rian and pushing my hair out of my tear-stained face, gathering it on my back.
Crack!Cormac’s hand impacted my ass, followed immediately by his soothing caress as he ran his hands over my painfully aching skin.
“Fifteen,” I whispered against Rian’s lips.
“You did so well, darling. You took your punishment so perfectly,” Cormac said, his voice filled with pride as he caressed my ass, soothing the sting of the impacts.
I lowered my head and cried softly into Rian’s neck, utterly destroyed by their gentleness.
“Are you ready for your reward?” Cormac asked, his voice dark and raspy as his hands dipped into the cleft between my legs. “Our perfect little whore, waiting for us to fuck her.”
He didn’t wait for an answer, just wrapped one hand around Rian’s cock and guided me onto it. I moaned as Rian impaled me, the pain of the stretch mingling with the pleasure of being filled to overflowing. Rian’s eyes rolled into the back of his head as he bottomed out inside me. “Fuck, princess, you feel so good.”
Warm liquid dropped down my back, into my ass, and a finger invaded me from behind. I gasped and my pussy clenched around Rian.
“Oh fuck,” Rian said. “Whatever you just did, Cormac, do it the fuck again.”
Cormac chuckled darkly, and set a slow rhythm as he pushed in and out of me, first with one finger, then with two. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving as I sought more, faster, harder, and lifted myself, only to slam myself back down on Rian’s cock.
“Fuck yes, princess,” Rian muttered.
“Fuck, no,” Cormac snapped. “Hold her still.”
Rian clutched at my hips, groaning with the effort of remaining still, then lowered himself down on the bed until he laid flat and I was on top of him, my breasts crushed against his chest, my wrists locked together above his head.
Liam chuckled and released my wrists from the cuffs, rubbing the circulation back into them. “Up, lass,” he said, gesturing to me. I raised myself until I supported myself with my arms, so he and Rian could play with my nipples while Cormac played with my ass.
When Cormac slid another finger inside of me, I tensed, a whisper of pain radiating out from my ass. “Easy, darling. Good little sluts relax when they take it in the ass.”
Liam reached between Rian and me and circled a finger around my clit. I groaned and pressed myself against him, desperate for enough friction to reach my climax.
Cormac hummed, and more warm liquid streamed down my ass. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his cock. Although I wanted to squirm, Rian held me in place, forcing me to accept Cormac’s hot, thick cock as he slowly pushed into me from behind.
The combination of pressure, pain, and pleasure overwhelmed me, and I cried out, only to find my mouth stuffed with Liam’s cock. While I focused on my ass, he’d adjusted himself on the bed, kneeling beside Rian’s head.
For a moment, all three men remained still, as if they were giving me a moment to adjust. Then Liam tangled his fingers in my hair and shoved his cock down my throat, fucking my face. Tears streamed down my cheeks and I struggled for air. Rian and Cormac pushed and pulled on my hips, moving me up and down their cocks in a shattering rhythm that had me screaming and begging for my release in seconds.
I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but let these three men rearrange my insides with brutal efficiency as they pounded in and out of me.
Higher and higher I climbed until I tumbled, screaming over the cliff. My body seized and the edges of my vision turned black as I climaxed. They continued to fuck me, drawing out our pleasure as I shuddered between them, until each of them came to their own powerful release, their rhythms turning ragged as they pounded into me.
I was crying. Why was I crying? I sobbed into Rian’s chest as I came down from my orgasm, my entire body trembling with aftershocks. He shushed me, stroking my hair, as each of the three men pulled out of me. I collapsed on top of him, every bit of pent up emotion from the last week pouring out.
One of the men ran a warm cloth up my legs, cleaning me, washing off the fluids. I gasped at the sting as gentle hands smeared cool gel over my shoulders before taping on gauze. Careful fingers ran over the wound on my side, as if making sure we hadn’t disturbed it during our vigorous—I shied away from calling it lovemaking. We had fucked, and that was it, I tried to convince myself between hiccups.
Hot, callused hands pushed and pulled at my body until I was curled up in Cormac’s lap, as Liam continued to stroke my hair.
“How’re you doing?” Cormac asked me, running his fingers over my cheeks and wiping away my tears.