Page 31 of Doomed (Blackwood Brothers #2)

KNOX

T he orgy room writhes with sweat-slick bodies. The air is thick with sex and satisfaction. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve made Bianca come—I stopped counting just before I wrung the tenth one from her glistening body.

Bianca’s lying beside me now, eyes half-lidded with exhaustion. I stroke her hair, watching her chest rise and fall with each breath. Her dress is long gone, replaced by the still-blooming colors from my marks adorning her body.

“Ready for more?” I whisper against her ear.

She nods weakly, a faint smile playing at her lips. “I didn’t think it was possible to want more.”

My cock hardens again at her words. Fuck, she’s perfect.

Across the room, I spot Victor, Marcus, and Jenson lounging on one of the plush couches. They missed out on claiming a woman tonight. They’re watching the proceedings with hungry eyes, cocks already half-hard.

“Wait here,” I tell Bianca, kissing her deeply before rising.

I approach the three men. “Gentlemen, care to join us? My girl needs more attention than even I can provide.”

Victor’s eyes darken with interest. “Your girl is fucking gorgeous, Blackwood.”

“She is,” I agree, feeling pride swell in my chest. “But there are rules. The only cock that breeds her pussy or ass is mine. You can come in her mouth, but that’s it.”

Marcus nods immediately. “Fine by me.”

“Agreed,” Jenson says, already stroking himself to full erection.

Of course, the STD checks that are part of participation mean Bianca has no risk of getting anything from any of these guys. They’re clean. Also, Bianca is clean too, as she had to undertake one as part of signing the NDA.

I lead them back to where Bianca waits. Her eyes widen slightly at the sight of four men approaching her, nervousness flashing across her face.

I kneel beside her, stroking her cheek. “You want this, baby? These men want to help me make you feel good. But only if you want it.”

She hesitates, then nods, eyes never leaving mine.

“Use your words,” I demand gently.

“Yes,” she whispers. “I want it.”

I grin, feeling a surge of possessive desire. “Look at you, my filthy little slut,” I growl, loud enough for our audience to hear. “And I fucking love it.”

I lead Bianca to a padded bench in the center of the room. With a gentle hand, I bend her over it, positioning her perfect ass in the air. Her skin glistens with sweat and remnants of our earlier activities. My cock throbs at the sight.

“You three, her mouth is ready for you,” I command, running my hands over the curve of her ass. “Victor, you’re first. Let’s see how she handles that monster of yours.”

Victor approaches, his massive cock already rock hard. He positions himself in front of Bianca’s face, threading his fingers through her hair.

“Open,” he orders.

Bianca parts her lips, and Victor slides in slowly. I watch as her lips stretch around his girth, her eyes widening slightly.

“That’s it,” I encourage, reaching for the lube nearby. “Take him deep, baby.”

I coat my fingers generously with lube while watching her take Victor’s length. When he pushes deeper, hitting the back of her throat, she gags audibly.

“Easy,” I murmur, circling her tight hole with my slick finger. “Breathe through your nose.”

She moans around Victor’s cock, the vibrations making him groan. The sound of her pleasure shoots straight to my groin.

“Good girl,” I praise, slowly working my index finger into her ass. “Such a good cock sucker. You were made for this, weren’t you?”

As I ease my finger in and out, she gradually relaxes, adapting to the intrusion. Victor moves with confidence, establishing a steady rhythm that she meets with perfect submission.

“Add another finger,” Marcus suggests, stroking himself as he watches.

I comply, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching her tight hole carefully. Bianca whimpers around Victor’s cock.

“That’s it, princess,” I croon. “You’re taking it so well. Just like you were born to please us.”

As I complete her preparation, I’m struck by how perfectly she yields to my fingers. Her trembling response to my every touch brings a knowing smirk to my face.

“Ready for my cock, baby?” I ask, withdrawing my fingers and reaching for more lube.

She nods around Victor’s thick shaft, her eyes watering slightly as she takes him deep. I coat my length generously, hissing at my own touch. My cock is so hard it practically throbs in my hand.

“Victor, let Jenson have a turn at her mouth,” I command, positioning myself behind her.

Victor withdraws with a grunt, his cock glistening with her saliva. Jenson steps forward eagerly, guiding his length between her swollen lips.

“Take him deep, princess,” I encourage, pressing the head of my cock against her tight ring of muscle.

I push forward slowly, watching in fascination as her tight little ass swallows my cock. The sight makes me grit my teeth to maintain control.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “Your ass was made for my cock. Taking me so perfectly.”

She moans around Jenson’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. I establish a steady rhythm, mesmerized by how her tight hole grips me with each thrust.

“Stretched at both ends—Jenson filling that hungry mouth while I own this perfect ass. My little cock slut.”

I glance down, noticing the puddle forming beneath her. Her arousal drips steadily onto the floor, creating a mess.

“Look how wet your pussy is,” I groan, reaching around to slide my fingers through her folds. “Dripping all over the floor because it needs more, doesn’t it?”

She’s moaning continuously now, the sounds muffled by Jenson’s thrusts but unmistakably wanton. Her entire body shudders with each push of my hips, taking me deeper with every stroke.

“Listen to her,” I tell the others, increasing my pace. “Moaning like a proper whore. And she’s all mine. My fucking whore.”

“Fucking lucky bastard,” Marcus groans, watching as I thrust into Bianca’s tight ass.

I smirk at him. “Damn right I am.”

I slow my pace, leaning forward to brush Bianca’s sweat-dampened hair from her face. “You okay, baby? Need a break?”

Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. “No... don’t stop,” she gasps.

“You sure? Tell me if it’s too much.” I stroke her flushed cheek, checking her reaction carefully. Her skin is feverish under my touch, her breathing ragged. Every inch of her radiates desire.

“I’m good,” she whispers, pressing her face into my palm. “More... please.”

Fuck, she’s perfect. Her eagerness makes my cock throb inside her tight channel.

I slowly withdraw from her ass, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. “Victor,” I call, not taking my eyes off her. “Help me reposition. I want to lie back with her on top, my cock in her ass.”

Victor nods, moving to assist. Together, we carefully maneuver Bianca as I lie flat on my back on the padded bench. I guide her down onto my cock, feeling her tight hole stretch around me once more.

“That’s it,” I murmur as she sinks down. “Take me deep, princess.”

Once she’s fully seated on my cock, I spread her legs wider, exposing her dripping pussy to the others. “Marcus, you’re up. Fill her cunt while I take her ass.”

Marcus positions himself between our spread legs, his thick cock aligned with her entrance. He pushes forward slowly, and I feel my girl tense as he breaches her.

“Breathe, baby,” I instruct, watching her carefully. “Relax and take him.”

Marcus sinks deeper, and I swear loudly as I feel his cock pressing against mine through the thin barrier of skin between her channels.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, the sensation of her tightness combined with the pressure of Marcus’s dick nearly making me lose control. “You feel that, baby? Both your holes filled at once?”

Bianca’s body quivers, and her breath comes in short, desperate gasps. The sensation causes my vision to blur at the edges. Her inner walls tighten around us both, creating a pressure that’s almost too incredible to bear.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Marcus groans.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” I whisper against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Both your holes stuffed full of cock.”

She doesn’t answer with words—just a broken moan that sends heat racing down my spine. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I kiss her neck.

We start moving slowly, finding our rhythm. When Marcus pulls out, I thrust in.

When I withdraw, he pushes deep. The coordinated movement has Bianca trembling. “Oh god,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my forearms. “It’s—it’s too much.”

“No such thing as too much for my girl,” I growl, increasing my pace slightly. “You can take it. Show us how well you can take it.”

Her pussy gushes around Marcus’s cock, evidence of her arousal dripping down onto my balls. Knowing she’s taking us, taking everything we give her, makes my cock throb painfully inside her.

Victor and Jenson stand nearby, stroking themselves as they watch our display. Their eyes are dark with lust, fixed on Bianca’s pleasure-contorted face.

“Look at them,” I command her, nodding toward the other men. “They want a piece of you, too.”

She follows my gaze, moaning as Marcus hits a particularly sensitive spot inside her.

“You want to taste them while we fuck you, don’t you?” I stroke her cheek, guiding her face toward them. “Suck their cocks, baby. Show them what that pretty mouth can do.”

Bianca turns her head toward Victor and Jenson, her lips parting. Victor steps forward first, guiding his thick cock into her willing mouth. She takes him deep, her moans vibrating around his shaft as Marcus and I continue to thrust into her from below.

“The way you worship him with that mouth—you’re making me proud, princess.”

Her muscles tighten around me while taking Victor deeper with each movement. Minutes later, an impatient Jenson taps Victor’s shoulder. They transition seamlessly, and Bianca welcomes Jenson between her swollen lips with evident eagerness.