Gangbang --Triple Penetration

The degradation should've bothered me. Instead, it made my pussy clench with need.

"No," I admitted. "He thinks I'm... innocent."

Dante laughed darkly. "Then let's ruin that innocence."

He walked me backward until my legs hit the couch, then pushed me down onto it. I landed on my back, my dress bunched around my waist, and watched as he stripped off his leather pants. His cock sprang free—thick, long, pierced at the tip—and my mouth watered.

"Have you ever sucked cock, Sophie?" he asked, stroking himself slowly.

"Yes, but—"

"But your fiancé's dick is small and he comes in two minutes," Dante finished. "I can tell. You've never had a real cock in that pretty mouth, have you?"

I shook my head.

"On your knees then. Let me teach you."

I scrambled off the couch and dropped to my knees on the carpet. He stepped closer, his cock level with my face, and I stared at it with a mixture of hunger and intimidation. The piercing through the head glinted in the low light.

"Open," he commanded.

I obeyed, parting my lips, and he guided himself into my mouth. The metal of the piercing was cool against my tongue, the taste of him salty and masculine. I moaned around him, my hands coming up to grip his thighs.

"That's it," he encouraged, his hand tangling in my hair. "Now take it deeper. Show me what a good little bride-to-be you can be."

I took him deeper, fighting my gag reflex as he hit the back of my throat. Tears gathered in my eyes but I didn't pull back. I wanted this. Wanted to prove I could handle him.

"Fuck, your mouth feels good," he groaned, his hips starting to thrust shallowly. "But I bet your pussy feels even better."

He pulled out of my mouth and hauled me to my feet, spinning me around to face the mirrored wall. I watched our reflection as he yanked my dress over my head, leaving me in just my bra and panties. His hands cupped my breasts through the lace, squeezing roughly.

"Look at yourself," he ordered, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror. "Look at how fucking perfect you are. And you're about to give all this to some boy who doesn't deserve it."

"Please," I whimpered, not even sure what I was begging for anymore.

He unclasped my bra and tossed it aside, then hooked his fingers into my panties and dragged them down my legs. I stepped out of them, completely naked now except for my heels, and watched as his hands roamed over my body possessively.

"Spread your legs," he said. "Let me see that virgin pussy."

"I'm not a virgin," I protested weakly.

"You are to me." His hand slid between my thighs, fingers stroking through my wetness. "Fuck, you're dripping. When's the last time you were this wet for your fiancé?"

"Never," I admitted, my head falling back against his shoulder.

He slid two fingers inside me and I cried out. "That's what I thought. You need a real man, Sophie. Someone who knows how to make you scream."

"Yes," I gasped as his fingers curled, hitting that spot Derek had never found. "Please, I need—"

A knock on the door made us both freeze.

"Dante?" A male voice called through the door. "You good, man?"

Dante's fingers didn't stop moving. "Yeah. Why?"

"Got a request. Group wants to know if the bride's interested in a bachelor party special."

My pussy clenched around his fingers. "What's that?" I asked breathlessly.

Dante's smile in the mirror was absolutely filthy. "That's when my friends and I take turns fucking the bride-to-be until she can't remember her own name. Usually costs a couple grand."

My rational mind screamed that this was insane. That I should get dressed and leave right now. But my body—my desperate, aching body that had never been properly satisfied—had other ideas.

"How many friends?" I heard myself ask.

"Three." His thumb found my clit, rubbing circles that made my knees weak. "Me and three others. Four men who'll use every hole until you're filled and dripping with cum. That's what you want, isn't it? To be used like the desperate slut you really are?"

I should've said no.

Instead, I looked at him in the mirror and said, "Yes. I want all of you."

His grin was predatory. "That's my good girl."

He opened the door, his fingers still buried in my pussy, and three more men stepped into the room.

They were all gorgeous. All older—ranging from mid-thirties to what looked like early forties. All built like they spent hours in the gym. One was covered in tattoos, another had silver at his temples that made him look distinguished and dangerous. The third had the body of a professional athlete.

They looked at me—naked, flushed, dripping down Dante's hand—and their eyes darkened with pure hunger.

"Gentlemen," Dante said, finally removing his fingers and bringing them to his mouth to suck them clean. "Meet Sophie. She's getting married in two weeks and wants one last wild night. Think we can help her out?"

"Fuck yes," the tattooed one growled.

"She's perfect," the silver-haired one agreed, already stripping off his shirt.

The athletic one just smiled. "Let's ruin her for her husband."

My pussy clenched at the words. This was happening. This was really happening.

Dante guided me to the couch and sat down, pulling me into his lap so I was straddling him. His cock pressed against my entrance, thick and hard and ready.

"Last chance to back out," he said, even as his hands gripped my hips. "Once we start, we're not stopping until we've all had you. Multiple times."

I looked at the four men surrounding me—these beautiful, dangerous men who looked at me like I was something to be devoured.

Then I sank down onto Dante's cock.

We both groaned as he filled me, stretching me wider than I'd ever been stretched before. The piercing dragged against my inner walls in a way that made stars burst behind my eyes.

"Holy fuck," I gasped, my hands bracing on his shoulders. "You're so big."

"And you're so fucking tight," he groaned, his fingers digging into my hips hard enough to bruise. "Start moving, Sophie. Ride my cock like a good girl."

I started to move, lifting up and sinking back down, finding a rhythm that had pleasure building with each bounce. His hands guided me, pulling me down harder, making me take all of him.

The other three watched, stroking themselves through their pants, and knowing they were all going to fuck me next made me even wetter.

"That's it," Dante encouraged. "Fuck yourself on my cock. Show them what a desperate little bride you are."

I rode him faster, chasing my release, my tits bouncing with each movement. One of the other men—the tattooed one—stepped forward and captured my nipple in his mouth, sucking hard. I cried out, the dual sensation overwhelming.

"She's close," Dante observed. "I can feel her pussy squeezing. You want to cum, Sophie?"

"Yes," I sobbed. "Please let me cum."

"Then cum," he commanded, his thumb finding my clit. "Cum all over my cock so we can pass you around like the fuck toy you want to be."

His words combined with the pressure on my clit shattered me. My orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave, my pussy clamping down on him as I screamed. Pleasure whited out my vision, my whole body shaking.

"Fuck!" Dante groaned, and I felt him pulse inside me, filling me with hot cum.

He'd come inside me. No condom. The realization should've terrified me, but instead it just made me clench harder around him.

When I finally stopped shaking, he lifted me off his lap and the silver-haired man immediately took his place on the couch.

"My turn," he said with a dangerous smile. "And I like it rough."

I looked at the four men—at the cum already leaking down my thigh, at the hungry way they watched me—and knew I was in for the longest, most depraved night of my life.

Derek would never know. And honestly? I didn't care

.

This was exactly what I needed.