Page 88 of Smut Lovers
Chapter Four
W e pull onto the dirt driveway and park in front of the house. The lights are dim, and the secluded lot is quiet.
“Are you sure he’s here?” I ask, kneeling on the backseat, to grab our masks from the trunk.
“He’s here. Our informant checked about twenty minutes ago. The douche is watching a porno on the couch,” Torin says, handing me my silicone kit with a grin.
“Aww, look, he’s ready for us. How sweet,” I joke, handing the men their masks.
We all put our masks on and I’m immediately wet at how fucking sexy my men look.
What can I say, masks are hot. We make our way up the short driveway and enter through the unlocked back door.
Fucking idiot. It’s just like the informant said, there in the living room he’s got his hand wrapped around his dick and there’s a delicious anime porno on the television.
He startles when he sees us, stumbling off the couch.
Before he can pull up his pants, my men shove him back onto the sofa, one of them pinning his arms above his head, the other his legs, as I make quick work of setting up the mold.
Sadly, his dick deflates a little with fear.
I wrap my fingers around him, squeezing lightly as I work him, a moan leaving his lips, followed by swearing.
“What the fuck? Get off of me. What are you doing?” He demands, more confused than angry as I continue pumping his dick.
I place the mixture on his hard cock, playing with his balls to keep him errect as I whisper in his ear.
“I’m taking what I want, like you did with my dancers. I figure since you owe us money, we may as well get what we’re owed and then some,”
“Zelena? What the fuck? Come on, I was gonna bring her back, shit just got out of hand,” he tries to reason.
“You mean like it’s done three different times now?” Ozias asks, an incredulous look on his face.
“I can’t help it if they’re fragile. Come on, you guys get it. Some women are just weak,” he says, in a botched attempt at bonding with my men.
“That’s just a you thing, my dude. We don’t fuck with weak women and you won’t be able to after this,” Torin says, smirking.
“What the fuck does that mean?” Theson asks, trying to break free in panic.
“Oh, come on, guys, the mold is almost done, don’t freak him out yet, or it’ll go soft and I only have one mold,” I pout.
“There, all done,” I say, removing the mold and walking to the kitchen. I heat the oven to 200 degrees and find a shallow baking pan, placing the mold inside and setting the oven timer to ten minutes.
“All good, Angel?” Torin asks as I enter the room.
“Yup. It’ll be done in ten minutes. Think we can keep him alive for twenty minutes so he can watch us use it?” I ask, and a wicked smile spreads on both my men’s faces.
“Absolutely, pretty girl.”
My men release him, allowing him to pull up his pants before forcing him to sit back on the couch and changing the show to an anime about a superhero school for kids as we settle in to watch it.
The oven beeps, letting me know the mold is done, and I place it in the freezer, setting the phone timer to four minutes.
The girl on the public forum said the key to it being slightly cold is four minutes that way, it’s not too cold and not hot.
As I wait for the second timer, I turn all the gas burners on and double-check that the windows and doors around the house are all locked, except for the front door.
The timer goes off, and I pull it from the freezer, the temperature perfect.
“It’s ready!” I call to the men who shout in excitement.
Theson is hogtied on the couch, unable to move, with his head turned toward the coffee table that has been pushed closer to the television. We want to give him the best possible view.
“Come here, pretty girl,” Ozias says as Torin takes my new toy from my hands.
“Be my good girl and remove your pants and panties,” Ozias commands. I readily oblige, the wetness between my legs growing as I lay my clothes aside.
Torin lifts his mask, kissing me roughly, biting my lip and drawing a moan from me as Ozias rubs my clit.
The men pull back and bend me over the coffee table, my legs spread wide for Theson to see.
“Fuck, you’re so damn wet for us already, Angel,” Torin groans, running a finger through my folds and sending a shiver racing down my spine.
Ozias sits at my feet, spreading my ass cheeks with one hand, licking my puckered hole, and his other hand stroking my clit, making my legs tremble.
“Holy shit. That feels so fucking good,” I moan.
I feel the toy nudge my entrance as Ozias pulls his face away, his hand still stroking me and his other hand spreading my legs a little wider, ensuring Theson’s view isn’t blocked.
“Oh shit. Fuck,” I gasp as Torin pushed the mold inside of me, deliciously streching me. He pumps the toy fast, Ozias matching his strokes on my clit and I tumble over the edge, screaming my release. I begin to lean up, but Ozias pushes me back against the cool glass of the coffee table.
“Where are you going, Pretty girl. It’s our turn to fuck that sexy little cunt of yours,” Ozias says as I feel him notch himself at my entrance, Torin taking his place and stroking my clit.
My release is already building as his large cock presses into me, my breath ragged from ecstasy as I scream for the second time tonight, knowing a third is coming when he and Torin trade places.
Torin thrusts into me with no warning, and I yelp in surprise as he hits my sweet spot, my body going rigid as stars fill my closed eyes, the familiar heat building in my stomach until it feels as though it’s engulfing my entire body.
Torin pulls my ponytail using the leverage to bury himself deeper inside of me, and I’m faintly aware of Ozias moving around the room.
“Fuck, Lena!” Torin roars as he fills me with his seed, both his and his brothers spilling out of me and slicking my thighs as he pulls out, kissing my ass and giving it a light tap.
“I don’t mean to rush you, but we have to go. The informant texted that someone just turned down the main road and is heading this way. We’ve got maybe five minutes,” Ozias warns as Torin and I begin putting our clothes back on.
Theson is still watching us from the couch, and there’s an unmistakable hunger in his eyes.
Too bad he’ll never fuck anyone ever again.
I approach him, taking the knife Torin hands me and slicing his throat clean open before he can react, his blood soaking the couch, and his eyes going dull.
Thorin replaces his mask and we gather everything we brought with us.
We are in the car, pulling out of the driveway with our lights off, and swerving behind a grove of trees just in time to miss the other vehicle heading to the house.
That was really close. We pull onto the main road and make the drive back to the estate. This time, I close my eyes intentionally and nap, knowing what awaits me at home.