Chapter 224 : Look At Me And Cum

Chapter 224 : Look At Me And Cum
Chapter 224: Look At Me And Cum

Callan 

“Yes, daddy.” Jessica’s voice was strained and I twisted the dildo, earning another slutty gasp.

I fucked her with it, deep and hard and making her take all of it. She took it wonderfully, withering and whimpering and twisting but keeping her thighs spread out and letting me fucked her pussy. I watched her face, blurry eyes fixed on mine, her mouth opened because of little sounds she was letting out. Her chest rose as if asking for more stimulation, I pulled her bra down, making her breasts popped out and I licked her nipples, one lick which had her crying out for more but I moved away, fucking her faster.

“Fucking whore.” I whispered.

“You take whatever I gave you, huh?” She nodded, rapidly, actions so clumsy that I doubted she had heard anything but fucking whore. 

I looked at those who pretty breasts of hers as they bounced in a way which made me want to reddened them, to reddened her whole fucking body till she was aching with painful pleasure. I undid the cuff.

“Fuck yourself.” I told her.

“W..what?” Her voice was trembling, she was on the edge of a climax, just a few more thrust in that sweet little pussy of hers and she would end up crying in release

I slapped her breasts hard, she whimpered loudly and her pussy clenching so tightly that it almost pushed the toy out. I pushed it deeper, relishing in the pitiful whimper she let out.

“Fuck yourself.” I repeated again, letting go of the toy and leaving it sticking out of her. I stood up, my fingers itching with the need to grab a camera and take a picture of how marvellous she looked.

“Do it like I did, make yourself cum. You have my permission.” I dropped myself on a chair near the foot of the bed. Perfect spot, the sound of ice clicking was the only evidence of Logan present in the room. I knew he would pounce soon.

Her hand shook as she reached down between her legs.

“Daddy…”

“I am here,” Logan replied.

“We are here, baby. Let yourself go.”

That was all she needed, I watched hungry as she pulled the toy out and stuffed it inside, letting out a whimper which seemed to rattle my bones. She did it again, her actions clumsy and slow but moans filled with need. 

“That is my whore.” I muttered.

“Now go a little faster, baby. Do it like daddy did.”

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Jessica POV 

I couldn't stop the cries that left my mouth, it was so humiliating, fucking myself in front of them and letting them watch as this toy tore me apart. The size of which was laughable in front of their dicks. I closed my eyes, unable to look at him anymore. My body hung at the edge of an orgasm, just a little more.

“Daddy…”

“You can cum,” Callan muttered.

“Look at me and cum, baby.”

I looked at them, at his messy hair and eyes which held my heart and that powerful muscular scarred body. I didn't even need to thrust as I cum with a loud cry, thigh shaking. He smirked as if he knew.

“Come here.” That was Logan’s voice. I looked at him, he leaned forward, light falling on him. He emptied his glass of whiskey, putting it down on a nearby table.

“And kneel.” I took the dildo out but he shook his head.

“Keep it inside.” He smiled.

“You know your slutty pussy likes it.” 

I gulped, pushing it back inside, thighs shaking at how sensitive that felt. I got off the bed and kneeled in front of him, blinking up at him. He was beautiful, his hair was shorter than Callan’s, eyes a lot colder. He was fully dressed and that made me gulp. He picked up the leash and twisted it around his hand.

“Lower yourself, Jessica.” 

I obeyed and gasped at the toy attached itself to the ground, sliding deep inside of me. What the fuck. He smiled, he knew what would happen.

“Is it too deep for my good girl?” 

“N..no, daddy.” I whispered. It felt good, right on the edge of becoming painful. He hummed, pulling on my leash again.

“I want to hurt you, Jessica. Can I?” 

My mouth opened but no words came out. He raised his eyebrows.

“Yes, daddy.” I replied, my voice trembling with need. Being this close to him, to his dick made me too wet. Sitting between his thighs with him looking down at me, it felt safe and I felt protected. Like nothing could hurt me. He slapped my face lightly.

“Good girl.”

His hand lowered to my nipples and I gasped as he pulled at one, digging his fingers which made me cry out, tears instantly blurrying my eyes and my hand shot up.

“Hands behind your back.” He ordered.

“And hold your elbows.”

My trembling hands did just that as he pulled at my nipple, my body lifted as he pulled it up and my thighs trembled. He let go and slapped the same breast.

“Sit back down, whore. Did I say you could move?” He pulled at the same nipple again and again upward. I forced my body not to move which I throbbed with so much need that it almost blinded me. I whimpered at the pain, tears rolling down my eyes. He let go of the nipple and I let out a cry, resisting the urge to rub the pain away.

“You are so mean.” Callan muttered.

“Pretty Jessica thought you were the nice one.” He added.

I had thought that till now, how did Callan know? I didn't know. Logan chuckled.

“I never said I was nice, did I, Jessica?” I sniffed.

“It hurts.” I mumbled.

He tilted his head, pinching the other untouched nipple between his fingers, lightly at first and then he pulled at it. I whimpered, my clit throbbing so much that I was convinced I was about to cum. He twisted it, making me sob out and he let go and slapped my breast, reddening the skin. I sniffed again, looking away from him, my fingers twitching with the need to caress myself. This need was madness, my breasts throbbed with pain in a way which told me I would not be comfortable with wearing bras for a few days. Then he picked two clamps up from the table. He put them on me, my eyes showing nothing as tears rolled down my cheeks.

“My turn.” Callan said, picking me up and taking me off the dildo. I clenched around nothing as he threw me on the bed, parting my legs and covering my pussy with his mouth.

I cried out, not expecting the touch, he licked me, from the opening to my clit, swirling his tongue and then attaching his lips to it. My hands flew down to hair, fisting the wild locks.