Smack.
“Oh!” She moaned again.
“That’s right, wife. You’re going to be our wife as soon as this shit is over. But right now you concentrate on the feel of our hands on you, possessing you, reminding you that you belong to us, Aspen. You’re ours to protect, to love and we expect respect and submission. Do you submit?” Storm asked her.
She felt the hands on her body everywhere. Fingers grazed her sensitive pussy lips, lips brushed against her lips, and she saw Weston in front of her naked and stroking his cock. Then York gripped her wrist where the handcuffs met. He locked gazes with her and appeared so dominant and lethal. She shivered and lowered her head but held his gaze. He smirked yet didn’t smile. It was in his eyes. He was telling her, they all were, that they owned her, possessed her, protected her, and they were in command.
She felt her pussy clench, and cream dripped down her thighs.
Zin grabbed an ankle on her left side and Winter grabbed an ankle on her right side. She felt their palms stroke up her calves to the backs of her knees. They gripped and parted her thighs wider.
“Oh God, please. Please,” she begged. For whatever they were willing to give her. A smack to her ass, a finger to her cunt, she didn’t care. She just needed them on her, inside her, making them one.
Storm was right behind her and she felt the palms of his hands caressing her ass. She moaned again.
“You belong to us. Tell us,” he ordered in that tone that was all Storm. Her body tightened and she tightened up, too.
Smack, smack, smack.
“I belong to you. To all of you,” she blurted out a little too late.
“You don’t sound too sure, Aspen,” Storm said and then she felt the series of smacks to her ass with caresses of hard, firm palms in between. She wiggled and moaned, receiving spank after spank from his firm hand and then the others spanked her, too.
She felt about ready to lose her mind, as tears stung her eyes and a realization hit her so hard she gasped.
“I’m sorry. I love you. I love all of you and I’m yours. Only yours forever!” she screamed, and a thick, blunt finger stroked up her cunt.
“Holy God almighty!” she screamed out and came hard.
A moment later they were all moving. A hand gently gripped her hair and head causing her to look up and lock gazes with Weston. He nodded his head in approval making her feel so good inside as he moved the tip of his cock closer to her lips. She wanted him so badly. Wanted to please him, confirm to him, to all of them, that she belonged to them and submitted to them fully. Whatever they told her, asked of her she would do because she loved them with all her heart.
She opened, accepting the thick, hard muscle and moaning at the first taste of pre-cum on the tip. She twirled around it, but Weston didn’t want to hold back, nor did Storm as the cool liquid was pressed to her sensitive anus.
She accepted Weston’s cock, relaxed her throat and took him in. She jerked as Storm nipped her ass cheeks and spread them wide.
“Ours, Aspen. All ours. Every fucking part of you,” Storm whispered against her ear then pressed his cock into her ass.
Zin cupped her breasts and tweaked her nipple. York did the same on the other side.
Winter was at the top of the bed to her left next to Weston when she felt his fingers stroke her pussy.
“That’s it. Damn, our woman is sopping wet. I need her, too. Fuck, I need her bad,” Winter stated.
Storm gripped her hips and pumped into her ass faster.
“Get under there, Winter. She’s ours for the taking,” Weston told him as he gripped her hair and eased his cock from her mouth.
Winter pulled out his fingers, slid under her as Storm lifted her up by her waist. Weston lifted her handcuffed hands higher and she immediately placed them over Winter’s head to rest behind him. Her breasts swayed by his mouth as he adjusted his cock. He licked a nipple and bit gently, tugging on the berry.
A moment later she was impaled on Winter’s cock.
“Oh my God. Oh God, I feel so full,” she said as she moaned and moved her hips. She began riding him with help from Storm who kept his cock deep in her ass as she adjusted to Winter’s invasion.
“There we go. Now that’s a fucking sight,” Weston said, taking a handful of her hair and drawing her mouth back to his now very hard, thick cock.
“Come on, baby, we’re taking you together,” Weston said and she felt the need to satisfy them and to submit to their control once again. She opened h
er mouth and moaned as Winter and Storm began a fast, deep pace into her body, claiming her. She sucked Weston harder and in rhythm to Storm and Winter’s thrusts.