Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

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India gasped at the sensations running through her body as Fenton devoured her moans. He was rocking his hips, thrusting his thick, hard cock so deep she was gasping for breath. He’d already fucked her mouth, and now he was fucking her cunt. She’d never felt so primal, so savagelike as she grabbed at his hair, scratched his chest, and counterthrust.

“Mine. This mouth, this pussy is all mine.” He kissed her deeply and continued to stroke her pussy and claim her mouth.

She felt her body tighten. She was overwhelmed with desire and emotions as she came, calling his name.

As she continued to feel the tiny aftermath of vibrations, her pussy leaked like a faucet. Fenton pulled out of her, flipped her to her belly, pulled her hips back so that only her top half of her body was on the bed. He spread her thighs and he thrust into her cunt from behind.

Smack.

Smack.

“No one but me and my team ever. Say it, India. Only us,” he commanded as he continued to thrust into her cunt as he used her cream to lubricate her anus.

“Oh God, Fenton, yes, yes. Only you and the team. Always.” She moaned and he pulled out, lowered down behind her, and licked her anus. His tongue collided with her cunt, and she felt him flick his tongue back and forth against her labia and anus. When he stroked a finger into her ass, she screamed another release as she gripped the navy blue comforter on the bed.

“Mine. All fucking mine.”

Smack. Smack.

He pulled his fingers from her ass, replaced them with his cock, and pressed into her anus. India moaned out loud as her pussy clenched and creamed some more. Fenton began to stroke into her ass, smacking it in between thrusts then massaging where it burned. Her nipples hardened, her breasts felt so full, and she kept moaning and screaming his name. She never felt so out of control and wild with passion.

“Mine. Every inch of you is mine,” he said and he was right. He’d claimed her mouth, he’d claimed her pussy, and now her ass. She was never so turned on by a man in her life like these men, like Fenton turned her on right now.

Her pussy felt so swollen and needy. She wished the others would join them. They had to have heard her screams of pleasure.

She reached under her and pressed fingers to her wet, swollen pussy lips.

“Do it. Finger yourself while I fuck this hot, sexy ass,” he ordered. And it was definitely an order because as she hesitated, he smacked her ass cheek and thrust into her ass.

India moaned then pressed her fingers in an exploratory manner up into her cunt. She’d never fingered herself while a man fucked her in the ass. It was empowering, sexual, and stimulating. She began to counterthrust back as he moaned and cheered her on.

“Fenton. Oh, Fenton, I can’t take it. Oh God everything feels so tight and full,” she said.

“You can take it. You will take it because you’re my woman. You belong to me, don’t you, baby?” he asked through clenched teeth.

“Yes. Yes, Fenton, always.”

She increased her strokes to match Fenton’s. She could feel some sort of sensation inside of her when suddenly he gripped her hair with one hand, then her waist with the other, and pounded into her.

She screamed so loudly she lost her voice as she came, flooding her fingers, forcing them from her pussy. Fenton followed, holding his cock deep in her ass as he came with a loud, wild holler. It was so deep and manly she shivered and felt like she truly belonged to him, like he possessed and claimed her body just as he said he was going to.

He hugged her tightly, kissed her shoulders, her neck, and then her spine.

“Incredible,” he whispered as he eased his cock from her body, lifted her up, and carried her to the bathroom shower.

He carried her into the walk-in custom shower then set her down and hit one button on the wall. They were immediately surrounded by multiple sprayer heads, the water a perfect temperature.

“Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered.

“Pre-set to my desired temperature,” he told her as he cupped her face and head, leaned down, and kissed her gingerly.

That kiss grew deeper and she ran her hands along his body, around his waist to his ass and she hugged him tight.

She was totally in love with Fenton. She was in love with all five of the men, and he was right to question those texts he read. She had a life back in Chicago. She had friends, ex-lovers that meant nothing to her, and a career there. What could come of a relationship with Fenton and the team? Would they want her forever, or would she be risking everything she had on five men who were so dangerous, demanding and wild, they would challenge her independence and try to make her into someone she wasn’t?

She didn’t know. And at the moment nothing else seemed to matter but being here with Fenton.