TAINT ME, DADDIES

5: Good Girl

MAISIE

I couldn't stop the moan that escaped from my mouth as he lapped at my core while Zahir took his time to pull my top over my head. He unclamped the hook of my bra and my n*****s, already hard, hardened even more from the contact of the cold air.

“So pretty,” Zahir mused, staring at my exposed boobs with so much intensity it made me self-conscious, and I instinctively made to cover myself up. He held my hands back.

“Don't deny a man sweet pleasure.” His voice was a guttural groan, and before I could even make sense of them, he ducked his head and his lips closed around a n****e.

I saw stars, and I might have died a little. The pleasure was too much, and it was everywhere at once. Ian didn't relent on eating me out like this was the last thing he'd ever do, and Zahir concentrated on playing with my n*****s. He sucked, nibbled, and licked one while he pinched, flattened, and squeezed my other boob.

My moans were breathy, throaty, and wanton. I couldn't stop them, no matter how hard I tried. How could I, when Ian did those beautiful things with his tongue? When he was basically tongue f*****g me? His finger slowly rubbed against my c**t while his tongue continuously lapped at my essence.

“Oh f**k,” I muttered shakily as the force of my orgasm tore me apart. The brothers didn't stop. They toyed with my body throughout my silent orgasm till it built up again, and my eyes fluttered closed because I couldn't…

“Eyes open, little Hawthorne,” Damon commanded from where he sat opposite us, still, rigid, and voice strained. My eyes fluttered open, and he was staring at me. Not at what his brothers were doing to me, but at my face. I flustered. The raw hunger in his eyes heightened the intensity of everything, and I found myself holding his gaze.

Until I saw the notepad and pencil in his hand.

“What… what are you doing?” I breathed, then exhaled loudly when the brothers bit down on my sensitive skin in a synchronized version.

“Sketching your face through your pleasure,” his voice was too strained, and when he shifted uncontrollably, I noticed his hardness through his trousers. My mouth watered shamelessly.

“I've always imagined what you'd look like while my brothers eat you out, but none of my imaginations has ever come to how slutty and ruined you look right now.”

I came again then, with a violent cry and shudder and with my eyes still locked with Damon. Ian pulled away from me, and before I could even register the glistening liquid on his lips and jaw, his hand wrapped around my throat and his mouth closed over mine.

It was a deprived kiss. He kissed me like he had been starving for me all his life. Our tongues twirled and danced around each other. I tasted myself on his tongue, and by the time he pulled away, I was too heady with need, and his eyes were blaring with so much hunger it felt like he might gobble me whole.

“Bring her here,” Damon commanded, and his brothers gently tugged me forward and pushed me to my knees right in front of Damon. He undid his belt, and my eyes widened when he freed himself from the confines of his trousers.

He was thick, long, complex, and leaking precum.

“Salivating already, little Hawthorne?” he teased, hand stroking his length. I was pushed forward, so my mouth was hovering over his d**k when I felt someone get behind me. It was Zahir, and he stroked his d**k with my quivering p***y lips.

I shivered at the contact. A moan spilled from my mouth. My body tightened in anticipation and arousal

“Do your parents know their daughter is such a slut for their enemies?”

“f**k you, Da…” I didn't get to complete that statement because he… They both slammed into me at the same time. The invasion was too sudden, too unexpected, that my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my p***y instinctively clenched around him.

Their movement was synchronized. Zahir’s thrust pushed me forward to make Damon's d**k slide in further without any restriction. They f****d my holes like I was their custom-made slut, like they've been waiting for this all this time.

“Damn, Maisie,” Zahir grunted between harsh, punishing, and destructive thrusts. He was hitting so hard I thought I would snap in two. Whatever sounds I attempted to make were drowned out by Damon growing even more impossibly hard in my mouth as he f****d it with equal vigor. Tears dripped from my eyes at the intensity of how I was being used, but for the life of me, I wanted more.

I wanted everything they had to offer.

“Little Hawthorne looks so full and stuffed,” Ian commented. He was standing by me, stroking his length, and I instinctively reached out to take over stroking him. He hissed at the contact, but he quickly relinquished control. Zahir slapped my ass.

“Too greedy, you're thinking of a third c**k, hmm? The Hawthorne did a good job raising you into a perfect needy slut.”

I attempted a curse, but Damon blocked it by sliding in even deeper. I drooled shamelessly around him.

“And you're so f*****g tight,” Zahir groaned, voice coming undone, “I could f**k your tiny hole all day. I bet you'd like that, won't you?”

His words only further aroused me, and I gushed around his length that my liquid trickled down my thighs.

“God! You're so slutty. See your p***y gushing at the prospect of being f****d all day.”

“You can pretend all you want, Maisie, but you love this.” Damon punctuated each word with a savage thrust, “You've always wanted this, and you want a repeat of this for as long as possible.”

“You want my brothers and me using you, coming down on your pretty throat and filling your tight little hole up, right?”

I moaned in reply. His words made me clench around his brother's c**k, and his hold on my waist tightened.

“f**k, I'm going to cum.”

“Me too,” Damon replied. His hold tightened on my ponytail before he came with a growl that vibrated through the entire size of the truck. I instinctively swallowed as much as I could while some of his c*m dripped down my chin. Zahir came almost at the same time, and when he pulled away, his c*m gushed out of me and trickled down my thighs.

I remained on my knees, held up my Damon, my body quivering, breathing ragged and dripping in both holes.

“My turn,” Ian said, and before I could form a thought, I was pulled up by Damon and made to lie down on the seat. Again, my body already picked up in anticipation. Ian wasted no time. He knelt on the floor in front of me, dragged my ass closer to the edge and pushed himself in in one deep thrust.

“Oh my god!” I moaned shamelessly, ass arching of the leather as he thrusted in deep. He didn't give me time to adapt. He only plunged and f****d me while I moaned, panted, whimpered, and pleaded.

“You're such a mess, little Hawthorne,” Zahir muttered as he knelt beside my face on the seat. There was a strangely possessive look in his eyes, one that looked deranged enough to both scare and thrill me. I noticed his left hand was stroking his d**k while his right hand caressed my face,

“You're our beautiful mess,” he completed before running the tip of his d**k over my lips. My mouth opened up to take him but he only chuckled and slapped my face with it.

“Tell me what you want, little Hawthorne.”

“You,” I purred shamelessly, “I need your d**k in my mouth, please.”

“Good girl,” he slid in while Damon climbed unto the other side to roughly massage my c**t and heighten my pleasure while his brothers stuff my holes.

My pleasure peaked and peaked till I was nothing but a quivering mess of their c*m dripping from my p***y and mouth.