Sliding down her body, he traced the tips of his fingers to her pussy. He touched her clit, stroking her with two digits. She was already nice and wet.
He released her tit and moved, taking hold of her thighs and putting them over his shoulders. Then he grabbed her ass. Taking her pussy into his mouth, he ate her clit, sucking it into his mouth and moaning at the taste of her.
So ripe.
He flicked his tongue back and forth, glancing up to see her arch. Her tits shaking, her stomach quivering. He reached up to palm her tits as he continued to attack her clit, getting her wetter with every passing second. He used his teeth to create the right amount of pain, and as she screamed his name, he soothed out the pain.
Now, he didn’t let up.
Dean stroked her clit, drawing her close to the edge, and this time, as she was about to come, he didn’t stop.
She came all over his face and he licked up her cream. Before she’d finished her release, he used his fingers to work her clit. At the same time, he moved between her thighs. He stopped touching her long enough to hold his cock, pressing the tip to her entrance. He stared down at her closed eyes. She was too far gone in her orgasm.
In one hard thrust, he tore through the wall of her virginity, her cries filling the air as he fucked her, taking possession of her cherry. He captured her hands, holding them down to the grass, hating the sting of tears he detected in her eyes.
Pausing, balls deep inside her, he waited.
****
The pain was unexpected.
Daphne stared up at Dean. The hard length of his cock filled her.
“I didn’t…”
He slammed his lips down on hers, sliding his tongue across her lip. She stayed still. He moved toward her ear. “You knew this was going to happen. You’re not a virgin anymore. The pain will go soon.”
“You…” She didn’t know what to say. Was she angry? No. Was she in pain? Yes. Did she regret this? At the moment, no.
Staring up at him, she gritted her teeth as anger washed over her. Rather than yell at him, she kept her words locked up inside. She didn’t know if she hated him or not.
Dean locked her hands above her head, keeping her in place.
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“But you did so anyway, taking away my choice.”
He smiled. “You think you had a choice? Me, Eric, or Micah. That was your choice. You’ve already used Micah. Eric is the one who was the biggest bastard to you, so losing it to him would piss you off. That leaves me.”
She hated how logical he sounded. “I …”
“You can hate me all you want to.”
“What if I didn’t want to lose it to any of you?”
Again with that smirk. It made her want to kiss him and smack him with equal measure.
“If you didn’t want to lose it to any of us, we wouldn’t be lying here right now. There would be a man taking care of you.”
“I wasn’t pining for you,” she said.
“I didn’t say you were. I can imagine the only thoughts you had of us were fleeting and often with anger. I thought about you a lot.” He stroked her cheek. “I still think about you.”
The tears that filled her eyes at the pain trailed down from the corners. “I think you’re lying.”
“Why?”
“If you had thought about me, you’d have come for me.”
“You’d think I would have, huh? I had a business to get up off the ground. Now though, you can have my undivided attention.” He kissed her lips. “I can feel your pussy, Daphne. You’re tightening around me.”
“You hurt me.”
“And I’ll never hurt you again.” He started to pull out of her and she gasped, tensing up, expecting pain. None came.
The tip of him remained inside and he smiled. “That’s it. The pain has gone now. Just me. Just us.”
He pushed back inside.
He thrust in and out of her and she lay still, quiet, not giving in to the need to respond. Holding herself back as he worked her body. Gritting her teeth, she stared up at him as he reached between them, stroking her clit. She gasped at the sudden rush of pleasure.
Take.
Use.
Be like them.
You’re never going to have this time again. One day soon, they’ll be gone and you’ll be here.
She didn’t want to use them, but why not? They were using her. She didn’t completely understand their reasoning, nor did she care, but who would judge her?
Three men, all of them wanting her with an equal passion. Where was the harm in taking?
Gripping his shoulders, she thrust up to meet him, moaning as he seemed to go deeper, hitting a spot within her she’d never felt before. The hardness of his cock was almost too much for her to stand. He was so incredibly hard, and it felt like a tight fit, but at the same time, she couldn’t stop.
With each stroke of her clit, her arousal built. She whimpered, begging, hungry for more.
Dean brought her to orgasm and she thrust up, needing to feel his cock. He didn’t give her time to bask in her release as he grabbed her hands, held her to the ground, and pounded inside her.
She watched him, wanting to see everything, to feel it all. She refused to waste a moment.
As he fucked her harder, she cried out, wanting more of him. Begging him.
“Fuck,” he said.
The word came as he tensed up, the veins in his neck sticking out.
He slammed in deep and she felt each kick
