Taking What's Naughty (Forced Submission Book 6)(9)By: Alexa Riley
“It’s perfect,” I mumble to myself, but Remy’s and Kellan’s eyes move to where I’m looking.
“Fuck, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Kellan adds.
I drop down over her body, caging her in, the three of us surrounding her. She turns her head away from me, and I just bury my face in her neck while Remy and Kellan keep her thighs spread wide for me.
“I love you,” I whisper into her ear as I thrust home.
Sliding into Leila is like coming home. Her hips try to rise, but I have her pinned to the bed. She is utterly at our mercy. The feeling of finally having her, having something we’ve been craving for so long, is surreal. Any trace of guilt I had about what we’ve done to make her ours washes away in this moment. It was worth everything, and we’ll do whatever it takes to keep this woman chained to us for the rest of our lives. She’s worth fighting for, no matter the lengths we had to go to to have her.
Her warm pussy clenches around me so tightly I almost cum. I close my eyes against the sheer pleasure of it and try to control myself. It’s too fast, too soon. I want to hold on to this moment for just a little longer. We’ve been waiting so long to have it, and I don’t want it to be over before it has even begun.
I hold myself inside her, bottoming out in her pussy. She continues to pulse and clench around me, her body begging me to move.
“You feel that, Leila? Your pussy wants it. She’s trying to suck the cum right out of me. I bet if I didn’t even move, she’d milk every drop I had until there was nothing left in my balls.”
“Fuck you,” she bites out, making Kellan and Remy laugh behind me. I smile against her neck before I kiss her there, then bite it. Her hips try to buck again as I taste the saltiness on her skin.
“Seems to me like your pussy is the one trying to do the fucking.”
“Please,” she begs, the word coming out in a strangled moan.
“‘Please’ what? Keep going? Please let you fuck my cock, or please fuck my cunt? Because really, those are the only options you have here. We saw what happens when we let you pick what you want, so now we’ll be giving the orders.”
She jerks against the binds at her wrists, and the need to show her how true my words are takes over. I start to roughly thrust in and out of her, pinning her to the bed with each thrust. Her moans fill the room as I slide in and out of her wet pussy. The mixture of our combined pleasure coats my cock.
“You feel all that cum in your pussy? That’s us. Taking you. Claiming you. Making you ours. Now I’m going to coat your pussy, too.” As I thrust, she clenches at my words. I can feel the bed moving with my own movements, but I can’t bring myself to slow down. I want her to know how serious I am. What this means. “You’ll never be free of us,” I whisper into her ear, not caring now if I cum too soon. It doesn't matter. She’ll be in our bed every night for the rest of our lives. I can take her whenever the fuck I want to.
Her sweet cunt locks around my cock at my words, another orgasm ripping through her body. The contractions pull my orgasm from me as I empty myself inside her. Jets of semen spill from my cock and coating her walls. This binds us all together. We’ve all claimed her now.
Her name rips from my throat. My voice is almost unrecognizable as everything that just happened seems to settle into place. Her limp body lies besides me as I let my cock slip free from her perfection, cum spilling out with it.
Pulling back, I look down at Leila. Her eyes are closed, her face completely relaxed, and her fiery red hair laid out all around her. She looks like an angel. I turn her face towards me. Her eyes don’t open when I place a soft kiss on her full lush lips before reluctantly pulling away.
“Fuck, I think that last orgasm knocked her out,” Remy says, and I silently agree. I have the urge to fall onto the bed next to her, I’m so exhausted. My balls hurt from how many times she’s coaxed an orgasm from me.
Not wanting to wake her, I pull myself from the bed before dropping down into a chair. Remy sits opposite me. Kellan sits down on the bed next to her, stroking her hair as she sleeps. A look of pure pleasure and happiness crosses his face, something I’m sure is on my face, too.
“As much as I wanted her to come to us, I have no regrets,” Kellan says to us while still looking down at Leila.
“I think she wanted this,” Remy adds, motioning to the room.
I have to agree. Leila lives in a world of her own in a nice safe bubble where no one can try to hurt her. She lost her parents her first year of college and has been alone ever since. She’s just trying to make her way and get herself through school.