Armored Hearts (The Town of Pearl 7)

When Fenton hissed, Ford knew that she was sucking Fenton’s cock and he thrust his fingers a little faster.

India spread her thighs wider and titled her ass back to give Ford better access. Flynn, Grey, and Fisher began to touch her, too. Her breasts, her ass, her hair. Fenton gripped her hair and thrust upward as she moaned and exploded on Ford’s fingers.

“Holy fuck,” Fisher exclaimed.

“India, stop. India,” Fenton reprimanded and India lifted upward, breathing heavily.

“When I come, I want to be inside of you.”

“Hurry. I need you,” she said. Fenton pushed down his boxers and Ford lifted her back, his fingers still deep in her cunt. He pressed and flexed his fingers, making her moan and lean back. Their lips touched and he kissed her awkwardly yet it felt so erotic and wild.

“I love these breasts,” Flynn said and licked her nipple, making her gasp and cream some more.

Grey appeared with a box of condoms, handing a packet to Fenton, who quickly got it on.

“Come here, baby,” Fenton said with his arms out. Ford placed her on top of Fenton as he eased his fingers from her cunt.

India moaned and Ford felt his heart pounding against his chest as he realized what they were about to do. They were going to all make love to India. She was going to be part of them. The only woman they ever let into their hearts, their home. A woman to share and make their own.

“Oh God, Fenton. You’re too big,” she said and she gripped Fenton’s shoulders and tried to ease down onto his cock.

Ford gripped her hips and then stroked a finger along her ass. Things sped up immediately.

* * * *

India didn’t know what came over her or them for that matter. They were no longer just military men, friends of Silas’s who were watching over her while she healed. They had become a desire, a sexual need, and the connection she felt with all of them was unique and different. She knew this was an intense decision and that every part of her heart warned her to not do it and not give in to the strange power around them, but she couldn’t resist. Not when their hands felt so good, so right on her body. Every bit of her ached for a totally different reason than bruising and pain. It ached for their touch.

Her pussy even felt foreign. She’d had a few lovers and she knew her body well, but it had never felt so swollen, so filled with anticipation and desire for a man or men. She wanted to kiss, lick, and suck every inch of these men. Fenton, the hard-ass, obnoxious guy she thought he was, turned out to be a lot like her. Stubborn, defiant, unwilling to acknowledge emotions and feelings. Yet here she was trying to ease her tight pussy down his thick, hard shaft. The man was big.

When she felt Ford’s tongue and fingers stroking her ass, she thought she was going to have a stroke.

Never, after multiple times when men tried to seduce her into anal sex and she declined, had she felt so sure she wanted to do this. She wanted to share this bond with them. They were a team, they lived together, worked together, and now would fuck her together, sending her spiraling into a whole new world she knew nothing about and didn’t care. Worrying about tomorrow and consequences were for little girls. She was a grown woman, and her attraction to these five men was stronger than any other desire or want she’d experienced in her lifetime.

Fenton gripped her hips and thrust upward. In that moment, when he was fully into her cunt, they both sighed.

“Oh God, I can hardly breathe,” she admitted and he gripped her hips and chuckled.

“Take your time. We’ve got all fucking night,” he said through clenched teeth. It was when she realized that by her adjusting to his girth and sitting still that she was torturing the poor man. To know she had that power, that ability with her cunt, she felt empowered and she smirked. “I don’t know if I can move. I may just need to sit here a minute,” she said in a soft, sexy tone.

“That isn’t happening. You’re killing me, India. Please move,” he begged and she loved it.

She slowly lifted up and eased back down. Ford must have known she was trying to stay in control for he took that moment to press a finger into her ass and she gasped. One large hand gripped her shoulder while he fingered her ass and whispered into her ear.

“Get ready, woman. You’re about to move real fast and have more than just your pussy and your ass filled with cock.” He nipped her earlobe, giving her the chills, and then she felt the brush of a finger to her chin.

Turning to the side as Fenton thrust up and Ford pressed fingers in and out of her ass, she saw Flynn.

He was naked, filled with tattoos and muscles, and holding one thick, long cock in his hands.

“I need that mouth. We’re going to fill you up and make you all ours. Come on now, baby. Come suck me.”

If they were trying to overwhelm her or believed she was not so experienced with men and their bodies, they had another thing coming. Despite her bruises and sore ribs, she was going to accept their challenge and she was going to make them moan and come.

She licked her lips. Flynn watched her closely. She held his gaze as she eased her tongue along the base of his cock as he held it.

“You’re a little seductress aren’t you, India?” he asked, then gripped her hair and then lifted her chin.

“Take my cock into that sexy mouth of yours while Ford fucks that tight ass and Fenton fucks your sweet, wet pussy.”