Chapter Twenty Two
Alania
I am standing inthe shower, and the water is going cold. I’m so scared because I know Edward will be there. I don’t know what to expect, but I’m more scared for Adrian and Brent. Eventually, I shut the water off and dry my hair. As I walk into the bedroom, I stop when I see Brent sitting on the bed beside Adrian. He is slowly stroking his cock with his other hand, stroking himself. Adrian is hardly awake, but when he opens his eyes, he grunts and immediately moves Brent’s hand to stroke his cock while Brent continues.
“Fuck, you two are so damn sexy,” I say. They both look at me with a smile.
“I have an idea,” Adrian says, pulling Brent’s hand off him and standing from the bed.
“What’s that?” Brent asks, standing with him.
“Lay across the bed.”
“What are you up to?” Brent asks, but complies.
“Keep moving up,” Adrian says. Brent grunts, but does it. He keeps motioning for him to move until his head is hanging off the bed. When Adrian looks at me, painful memories hit me.
“No, no, no. I can’t,” I say as a sudden wave of tears starts falling down my cheeks. I back up to escape from the room, but Adrian wraps his arm around my waist and picks me up. “No. Please. Wait.”
He puts me on top of Brent, who promptly grabs my hips. He keeps me from going any further than up on my knees. “Breathe, Little Dove.”
“I can’t. I can’t hurt him. Not again,” I sob. He touches my back softly, and he sends me hurdling off the edge into a spiral. “No! Please, don’t!”
Brent lines his cock up, and I hardly realize it until he shoves his hips up, surging into my pussy. I abruptly go silent, and my eyes roll back when he starts fucking me hard from below.
“Good girl. Just relax,” Adrian says. “Talk to us, baby. How does it feel?”
“It hurts,” I choke out.
“What hurts?” Adrian questions.
“The memories,” I say, but gasp when Adrian reaches around my body and presses a wand to my clit.
“That’s it, Nia. Relax,” Brent grunts. Adrian has him hold the wand on me as he walks around to stand behind his head. “Ride my cock, Nia. Please.”
“How are you going to deny him begging for you?” Adrian says. When Brent opens his mouth to protest, Adrian forces his mouth open further before pushing his cock down Brent’s throat. I rock my hips a bit, and Brent groans around Adrian.
Adrian grabs my hand and pulls me forward, and lays it on Brent’s throat. An audible moan spills out of me when I feel how deeply he is taking Adrian. I take the wand and shut it off so I can lean forward. Brent squeezes my hips as I start moving while I pepper his throat with kisses. He pushes his hips up to drive into me, making our bodies collide with every thrust. Adrian has one hand on the back of Brent’s neck, and the other is gently stroking my hair. Brent is fucking me devastatingly hard while sucking Adrian’s cock like his life depends on it. And me? I am in fucking heaven.
Adrian groans, and I can see Brent start to swallow as he fucks his come down his throat. When Adrian steps back and pulls out of his mouth, Brent growls as he rolls and pushes my knees to my chest.
“Fuck!” I cry out when Brent starts to pound into me, shoving deep. When I lay my head back, it drops off the edge of the bed, and Adrian immediately shoves his cock down my throat. How the fuck can he come back to back like that? I am yelling around Adrian’s cock and grabbing at the sheets while Brent rams into me. It’s like I am an enemy, and breaking me in half with his unnaturally massive cock is the only way to defeat me.
Brent leans back, and the wand is pressed against my clit before he pushes my thighs together and pushes them back to my chest. The toy is pinned in place, and it’s melting my fucking brain as he slams into my cervix. Most aren’t keen on painful sex, but I fucking thrive with it. I want it rough and hard. I like to be taken to the edge only to be fucked off and sent spiraling into a blinding, painful orgasm that leaves me feeling shredded. Brent is apparently really fucking good at it, as is Adrian. Together? Fucking deadly.
Adrian grabs my hand and lays it on my throat so I can feel him, and it’s fucking amazing. The way he slides in and out of my throat while I suck him is like a drug. Sucking him doesn’t feel like a punishment; I thoroughly enjoy it, and I could do it every day. The way he moans and his body jerks when his piercings rub the inside of my mouth is an addiction.
“Fuck, this tight little cunt,” Brent growls. “I just want to fucking break you.”
“To break a dove… fuck it until it complies,” Adrian forces out. “She can find her freedom on her knees.”
Adrian groans deeply, so I suck harder. His moans fill the room as his come spills down my throat. I keep sucking until he pulls away from me.
Brent stops and drops my legs. I am surprised when he suddenly straddles my head and shoves his cock down my throat. I can taste myself on him, and it’s goddamn amazing. This position has me gagging hard enough that it’s loud, but not so badly that I actually throw up. Before panic sets in, my legs are shoved open, and a warm tongue slides across my clit. I moan deeply, abandoning the gagging altogether. He starts sucking on me, keeping my hips pinned, while Brent savagely fucks my mouth. When I come, Adrian doesn’t stop. He keeps going and going until finally, Brent starts to come. I grip onto the backs of his thighs and suck hard. I’m not letting him pull away. His orgasm has made him weaker, and he can’t manage to get away.
“Fucking Brat! Oh God!” Brent moans. Adrian chuckles as he continues to suck in me. I never let up, and eventually, Brent whimpers as I force an orgasm out of him. I still won’t let up, and he is desperately trying to pull away, but still rocking his hips.
“Adrian. Fuck. Please, stop,” Brent moans. She’s going to suck out my fucking soul.” Another orgasm floods out of me, and Adrian stops. Brent pulls away and falls on the bed panting. I can’t help but laugh when I sit up and see him dramatically slung across the mattress.
