Ruined By My Husband's Brothers (4)

Gabriella 

He didn't go for my pussy immediately. 

He used his tongue and his teeth, biting at the sensitive skin of my thighs until I was arching off the cushions.

"Good girl," Elden praised, his voice a low growl. 

His hot breath ghosted over my exposed pussy, making my inner thighs quiver before his tongue even touched me. He dragged it slow, giving tiny kitten licks that flicked just at the edges of my swollen folds, lapping at the slick mess I'd already made. Each stroke was deliberate, sadistic, circling my entrance but never diving in, never grazing my throbbing clit. 

The wet heat of his mouth teased me, his tongue flat and soft against my sensitive skin, tasting my arousal like he owned it. My pussy clenched around nothing, dripping more juice onto his chin, the cool air hitting the wetness and sending shivers up my spine.

My nipples hardened into tight peaks, aching as they rubbed against the thin fabric of my dress, begging for attention I couldn't give them. My body twisted under the torment, hips bucking up instinctively, chasing that elusive pressure, but Elden pinned my thighs down with his strong hands, keeping me spread wide and helpless. Sweat beaded on my skin, mixing with the musky scent of my arousal filling the room, thick and heady. Every denied touch made my core pulse harder, my walls fluttering, desperate for more.

Arden's fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back until my neck arched painfully, forcing my eyes to stay open. I had no choice but to watch Elden between my legs, his dark eyes locked on mine as his tongue teased another slow lick along my outer lips. The pull burned my scalp, grounding me in the mix of pain and need.

"Stay still, baby," Brent whispered from my side, his voice low and commanding, lips brushing my ear. "Take it like a good girl for your daddies. Don't move. Let him taste that wet little pussy."

I whimpered, my body trembling as Elden's licks grew bolder, dipping just inside my hole before pulling back, leaving me on the edge. The frustration built, a coil tightening in my gut, my clit swelling and untouched, pulsing with every heartbeat.

"Please!" I screamed, the pressure peaking, my voice breaking as tears pricked my eyes. "Let me come! Please!"

Elden's chuckle vibrated against my skin, low and cruel. He lifted his head just enough to meet my gaze, his lips glistening with my juices. "Admit it," he pressed, sliding two thick fingers along my slit, coating them in my slick before pushing them inside me without warning.

His fingers curled ruthlessly, thrusting deep and hard, stretching my soaked pussy walls as he pumped them in and out. The wet squelch of my arousal echoed, his knuckles grinding against my entrance with each brutal stroke. He didn't hold back, scissoring them wide, hitting that spot inside that made stars burst behind my eyelids.

"You want to be filthy for us," he growled, lowering his mouth again.

He sucked my labia lips into his hot mouth, tugging on the tender flesh with his teeth, the sharp pull making me gasp. His tongue plunged into my hole alongside his fingers, fucking me with wet, sloppy thrusts, the muscle twisting and lapping at my inner walls. Then he found my clit, pinching it between his thumb and forefinger, rolling the swollen nub hard while pulling it away from my body, the mix of pain and pleasure shooting straight to my core.

"Yes! I’m a slut! I’m your slut! Just make me come! Please!" I cried out, my voice raw, body arching as the sensations overwhelmed me.

The orgasm crashed over me the second the words left my lips, ripping through my body like a violent storm. My pussy clamped down on his fingers and tongue, spasming wildly as waves of intense pleasure surged from my core, making my toes curl and my vision blur. Juices gushed out, soaking his hand and face, my thighs shaking uncontrollably. It bordered on too much, the sharp edge of ecstasy twisting into a beautiful agony that left me sobbing, every nerve firing as I convulsed, my nipples throbbing, skin flushed and slick with sweat.

I slumped back, gasping for air, my chest heaving as aftershocks rippled through me. Elden didn't stop right away, his tongue lapping up every drop of my cum, slurping greedily at my dripping pussy, cleaning me with long, possessive strokes. The sensation was overwhelming, my oversensitive clit twitching under the attention.

He crawled up my body, his weight pressing me into the couch, and gripped my neck with one hand, fingers squeezing just enough to restrict my breath. His mouth crashed onto mine, dominating the kiss, forcing my lips apart as his tongue shoved inside, sharing the tangy taste of my own pussy. I moaned into him, the lack of air making my head spin, my pulse racing under his hold. It pushed me toward another edge, a mini orgasm building from the asphyxiation alone—my pussy clenched, leaking fresh slick down my thighs, tingling with raw need, aching to be filled by their big fat cocks.

Arden's grip on my hair loosened slightly, but Brent's whispers continued, urging me on. "That's it, good girl. You're not done yet. We’re just getting started."

Elden's fingers tightened a fraction more on my throat, his free hand sliding down to tease my entrance again, promising more torment as my body begged for the real stretch of their dicks.

"Now... your cocks," I rasped, looking at Elden. "I want them inside me. All of them. I want to feel the stretch and burn, I want to be gaped and ruined, dripping from every orifice. Give me your cocks, daddies. Please fuck your desperate dripping slut."

Elden didn't move. He just stared at me, his eyes cold. "Beg properly. Tell us what you want it for. Tell us why you deserve to be filled by us."

"Please… Elden, Brent, Arden… Please daddies…" I drawled, reaching for Elden’s belt. 

He swatted my hand away. 

"Please use me. My holes need to be trained, I want to serve your cocks. I want to be stuffed morning, noon and night. I didn't realize it before but now I know what I need is to be claimed. I want to feel how much better you are than him. I need to be worshipped and used until I'm nothing but a hole for your cum." I begged, the humiliation doing something to my insides as more juices flowed down my thighs.

Arden let out a sharp, jagged laugh. "Listen to her. So eager to be stuffed."

Brent’s hand squeezed my thigh, his thumb brushing the damp silk of my dress. "You're doing so well, Gabriella. So obedient."

But they didn't give me their cocks like I begged for.

"Why?" I whimpered, my voice hoarse from begging. "Please... just one of you... I can't take it anymore."

Elden leaned in, his lips ghosting over mine, the scent of my own arousal heavy on his breath. "Because this is submission, baby. You don’t get what you want until we decide you’ve earned it. Liberation comes from the wait. We're going to rearrange guts and reintroduce you to the meaning of pleasure. You'll cum so much you'll forget your name and your surroundings but you'll never forget who's filling you up and making you moan like a bitch. Don't you want that, slut?”

I moaned in response, nodding frantically. I couldn't even form words at this point, I just wanted to be fucked so hard my body would remember it for a week.

They all shared the same dark, predatory looks; gazing at me like starving foxes who had closed in on a pretty little lamb. 

And God help me, I was more than ready to be devoured.