“You drive a hard bargain, sir,” I say as I unbuckle his belt. Raul sits back and watches as I pull his cock free and lick from the base to the tip. He grunts when my tongue slides across each barbell pierced through the backside of his dick.
“Tease me and you’ll choke on it,” Raul growls. I gently suck on just the head, loving the way his eyes flutter. I decide to stop being a brat and take him to the back of my throat. “Fuck, Alania.”
I bob up and down on his cock, sucking hard while I stroke what doesn’t fit in my mouth. What better way to celebrate the life of my best friend than deepthroating her husband after her funeral? Fiona would adore this.
“Oh God!” Raul moans. “Fuck, that’s good. Just like that, baby.”
Raul abruptly pulled me up. “I wasn’t done, sir!” I giggle.
“I need your cunt,” he grunts as he pulls me up and turns me. When he bends me over the center console, I can easily reach both Adrian and Brent.
“Oh fuck!” I yell out when Raul grabs my hips and slams into my already dripping pussy. This SUV is massive, thank God, because this would simply not be possible in most vehicles.
When Adrian pulls his cock free from his jeans, I grab hold of him and start stroking him. Brent turns in his seat so he can move up, grab me by the hair, and shove his cock down my throat. With his hand on the dash, he has enough leverage to violently throat fucks me while Raul desperately pounds into my pussy. I try to focus on stroking Adrian’s cock, but when I start to struggle, he wraps his hand around mine and uses my hand to fuck himself.
I realize that we are parked again when I am suddenly flipped and my knees are pushed to my chest. Raul has even more leverage to fuck me into screams, but they’re quickly muffled by Adrian, who pushes down my throat next. He and Brent take turns using my mouth while Raul continues to fuck all of his anger and sadness into me. This feels like a fucked up form of hypersexual therapy, and I love it.
Brent comes down my throat first, and then Adrian. Raul promptly pulls me up and sits so he can force me down on his cock. “Ride my cock, Little Dove. Make us come.”
“Fuck, you’re so big,” I groan as I start bouncing on his cock. He loosely holds my hips and lets me do all the moving. I feel like I’m possessed, and I move as fast as my body allows. My belly aches, but I don’t stop.
“Come on my cock, Little Dove. Relax, baby,” Raul says softly.
“Fuck,” I whine. “I can’t.”
I yelp when he grabs me by the throat, but my eyes roll back when he squeezes until I can’t breathe. “Come or suffocate, Little Dove. I’m fucking this tight little cunt either way,” Raul growls. I grab his wrists but don’t fight him while I bounce and grind my hips. I desperately move, and the more that the darkness sweeps in, the more pressure builds in my belly. I can feel that everything is about to break, but the world is tunneling. Just as I am about to give in to the lack of oxygen, he releases my throat. Everything suddenly explodes, and a scream rips from my throat as I come so hard that I see stars. Although that might be from the lack of oxygen. Raul brings his hips up while holding my waist tightly and starts railing into me over and over again. Just as he forces another violent orgasm from me, he falls. Together we spiral into a blissful post orgasmic daze with my head on his chest.
“We found your family,” Raul says after a long stretch of silence. My head snaps up, and he smiles. “We are going right now to meet your biological uncle.”
“Oh my God,” I say.
“We are here, actually,” Adrian says, shifting the truck into park.
“Oh my God!” I say happily. I go to jump up, but Raul laughs and pulls me back down so he can clean me. I am vibrating with excitement, and the moment he releases me, I jump out of the truck. The guys join me right as I turn and see a man watching from the front porch of a massive house.
“Is that…” I ask as I watch him.
“Yeah. His name is Cian O’Mally,” Brent says. “Come on.”
We walk up to the porch, and I suddenly feel small as this man looks down at me. “Alania,” he says with a warm smile. “Come in.”
“She just found out, so she’s a bit stunned,” Adrian says as we follow Cian inside. He sits and pulls me down beside him while Brent sits on my other side. Raul takes the armchair close by while Cian is across from us.
“A few things you should know,” Brent tells me. “One, you were born into an Irish mafia family. You are the only daughter of Cormac and Cara O’Mally. Cian is Cormac’s little brother.”
“They’re dead, aren’t they?” I ask.
“Yes,” Adrian says gently.
“They were murdered by a rival family. The Popov family,” Cian says. I look at him, and he still looks happy. “They’re part of the Russian mafia. They wanted you to marry their son, but they have a long history of abuse, so your father said no. He didn’t want you hurt.”
“How ironic,” I laugh dryly. “How did I end up with Edward?”
“I gave you to him when you were five. It was about six months after your parents died.”
“What?!” I scream at him and stand up. I look at Brent, and I am so fucking angry. “Why in the fuck would you bring me here to see him? Everything I went through is his fucking fault.”
“I must be missing something,” Cian says as he stands up.
