Craving Big Black Cocks Before My Wedding (7)
Praise hits me first.
“Good girl,” one of them breathes against my ear, voice thick with lust. “Took our cum like a slut born for it.”
“She swallowed it all,” the other coos, rubbing my cheek like I’m his pet. "Perfect little cumdump.”
They both step aside, satisfied smirks curling their lips as they watch the others close in. The one who had been filling my pussy sprawls onto the couch, spreading his legs wide, his cock hard and pointing at the ceiling. He pats his thigh.
“Come here, pretty doll. Sit that ruined ass on my cock.”
My legs shake as I climb up, knees pressing into the couch. Before I can lower myself, his hand grips my chin, forcing me to look down at him.
“Oil it first.”
The order makes my stomach knot. I reach for the bottle, pouring it over my palm. My hand glides down, wrapping around his thick shaft and coating him until he’s shining. I move lower, cupping his balls and massaging them gently, watching his face tense with pleasure.
“That’s it… stroke me. Make it messy.”
The sight makes my own body clench. I want him inside me badly. But before I can beg he nods toward the others.
“Not just me. Make every one of us messy. Show us you belong to all of us.”
I obey, crawling on shaky hands and knees, offering my slippery palms to the next cock. My fingers wrap around it, stroking slowly, twisting and dragging oil down to his balls. He groans, hips twitching up into my hand.
“You’re doing good, angel,” he praises, hand cupping the back of my head.
By the time I move to the third, then the fourth, my own thighs are trembling, my pussy dripping so hard it’s sliding down my inner thighs. I can’t stop. I massage, stroke, spit and pump their cocks like I was made for it… every groan and curse spilling from them turning me wetter.
“Now get over here,” The man on the couch order and I crawl back to him, lifting my ass high and offering it without shame. His hand grips my waist, dragging me down hard, splitting me wide around his cock. My cry breaks into a moan as the stretch fills me.
God help me. I love it. I love the way it burns. I never thought I’d crave this, but I do.
“Oh... I like this.” I moan, my eyes rolling backwards.
My hands grip his hip from behind, steadying myself as my ass clenches around him. And then another person comes up. His cock drags up and down my slit, coating itself in my mess before thrusting deep into my pussy.
“Oh God…” my back arches. One hand grabs my breast hard, squeezing until sparks shoot through me.
“You want to come?” he growls in my ear. “Then you’ll be a good girl. You’ll take us both and keep working those hands.”
My eyes fly open. Two thick cocks twitch at either side, waiting. My slick palms wrap around them again, pumping them both as I’m split wide and fucked from below.
Their voices overlap as they groan, praise, and snarl in my ears. “That’s it. Just like that. Don’t stop, sweetheart.”
“You feel that? We’re the first to own your ass. Remember it.”
“She’s desperate. She’ll come if we let her.”
Their words drown me. The rhythm is unbearable and my hands are working nonstop. I’m nothing but a body ruined beyond saving.
And still, I’m their good girl.
“Gorgeous little bride,” one groans, his hand sliding down my spine, tracing the sweat pooling there.
“You’re tighter than sin, and twice as filthy.” another growls, dragging my nipple hard and making me whimper.
The words slam into me harder than any thrust. My whole body glows with shame and pride, with the wild ache of being used and worshipped at the same time.
My hips jerk forward helplessly and the cock in my pussy slams deeper, filling me so hard my vision bursts white. My body clutches at both of them like it’ll never let go.
Yet my hands keep stroking, pumping, and twisting over two more swollen cocks.
They groan under my touch, hips twitching into my fists. “That’s it, sweetheart. Keep those hands moving like you’re born for this.”
The words melt into me until I feel like I’ll snap.
My throat spills raw, broken moans but they only spur the men on. Every thrust, every squeeze of my breasts, every growl in my ear drives me closer to something terrifying, something I’ve never touched before.
The man under me grips my waist so hard it bruises, dragging me down on his cock again and again. My ass burns, but the ache has turned into fire—sweet, unbearable fire that makes my body quake.
“Fuck, her ass is sucking me like it wants to drain my balls dry,” he snarls.
“She’s loving it,” the one in my pussy pants, grinding deep. “Her cunt’s dripping all over me. You hear that? She’s soaking us both.”
Every thrust makes the filthiest, sloppiest sounds, filling the air with the smell of sex so thick it engulfs me.
I can’t stop trembling. I’m shaking like my body knows what’s coming before I do.
“Please,” I whisper, voice shaking apart. “Please… let me come. Please, I need to—”
A hand fists my hair, jerking my head back so I have to stare at the masked face above me. His cock twitches in my hand. His eyes blaze.
“You’ll come when we say. Not before. You hear me?”
Tears sting my eyes, desperation clawing through my chest. “Yes… yes, I hear…”
“Good girl.” He loosens his grip just enough to stroke my cheek with the back of his hand. “You want it that badly, then show us how low you’ll sink for it.”
I choke on a sob, my hands stroking faster, wrists burning, my hips slamming helplessly between the two cocks inside me. My breasts bounce in their grip, nipples swollen and raw from the constant pinching and sucking.
My nerves are buzzing and I’m seconds from breaking.
The man in my pussy thrusts deep and holds there, grinding against the spot that makes me cry out. “Feel that? You’re going to gush for us, sweetheart. You’re going to soak this couch when we finally let you go.”
The one in my ass snarls, pounding harder. “And you’ll thank us for it. Say it.”
“Thank you,” I gasp, half-sobbing. “Thank you—God, thank you!”
The room erupts in groans, curses and filthy praise.
It’s too much. The sounds, the words, the cocks slamming into me, the hands everywhere… it collides all at once, and something shatters in me.
A scream rips through my throat as my body convulses. My pussy clenches hard around the cock inside, pulling him deeper while my ass tightens. Water bursts out of me, gushing down my thighs.
“Oh, fuck—she’s squirting,” one of them groans, his cock jerking in my fist.
I can’t stop. My body shakes as streams of wetness pour out of me, soaking the men, the couch, the floor. My scream breaks into sobs, into moans, into gasping cries that don’t sound human.
The cock in my pussy thrusts through it, grinding deeper as if to wring me dry. The one in my ass groans, slamming into me harder, riding the spasms of my body as I gush over them both.
“Good girl,” they chant, voices thick with awe and lust. “Dirty little squirter. That’s it—flood for us.”
I collapse against the man beneath me, my hands barely able to keep stroking the cocks at my sides but I still try, still want to please.
One of them grabs my chin, forcing me to look up through the tears and sweat. “You’re perfect. You were made for this. Look at the mess you made, pretty bride. Look how much you needed us.”
My chest heaves, but underneath is pride—raw, burning pride that I got what I wanted, that I came harder than I’ve ever dreamed possible.
My gaze flickers toward the mirror, and the sight makes me shudder all over again—hair tangled, my thighs drenched in slick and cum. I look better than I’ve ever looked. I’m really glowing.
They don’t stop moving inside me.
The other two cocks pulse in my fists. One strokes my hair as I work him. “Don’t stop, slut. You’re almost there. Make us come too.”
My hands obey even when my body is too weak, pumping them both with messy strokes.
They groan, hips jerking.
“Yes, keep going—”
“She’s so perfect—”
Hot streams spill across my breasts, my chest, my throat. I gasp as cum paints my skin, dripping down between my tits, streaking over my collarbone. Another pulse splatters against my lips, hot and salty. I lick it instinctively, moaning around the taste.
The room fills with groans. My body is a mess—soaked, dripping and painted in their release.
And still they praise me.
“Look at her. Ruined, dripping, perfect.”
“Our little cum-drunk slut.”
They make me ache in a place deeper than my flesh. My whole body hums with aftershocks.
The one in my ass groans, his thrusts turning sharp and erratic. His cock jerks inside me and then he’s spilling hot, thick streams deep in my body, flooding me where no one ever has before. My ass clenches around the rush of heat, milking every drop.
The man in my pussy pulls free with a growl, stroking himself fast until his cum splatters across my stomach, breasts and throat in messy stripes of white. He smears the head of his cock against my skin and grins darkly.
“Rub it in,” he orders. “Coat yourself in us. Let’s see you shine.”
My hands obey, spreading their release over my body, painting myself in their filth until I’m slick and glistening. The scent of cum clinging to me.
I’ve never felt so full. So emptied. So utterly owned.
And I’ve never wanted anything more.