263. Emily - The cabin 3

263. Emily - The cabin 3
Rin releases me and leans back against the jacuzzi wall, his eyes dark with lust. “Come on, you dirty slut,” he growls. “Impale yourself on my cock. Ride me hard while you suck cock.”
I move between Rin’s open legs, with my hand reaching between us. My fingers wrap around his hard erection. 
“Show me how much you love my cock,” Rin growls. 
I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, forcing my body to take Rin’s thick length until the stretch makes my head fall back against his chest. A broken moan slips out—finally, I’m getting what I’ve been craving for days.
Rin’s hands clamp around my hips. “Ride me, you little slut. Ride me hard.”
Leaning forward, my palms on his knees, I start to move. His grip only urges me faster, dragging me down on him again and again until my breath stutters with every thrust.
Steve steps closer, his cock already hard and heavy in front of me. His fingers tangle in my hair and yank my head up.
“Open that pretty mouth,” he orders, his voice thick with need.
My lips part without hesitation. He thrusts forward, pushing his way down my throat so suddenly that I choke on the intrusion.
“Take it,” Steve grits out, forcing himself deeper, not caring that I struggle for breath.
Pinned between them, Rin bruising my hips from below and Steve using my mouth, I realize this—being used—is exactly what I need. My hands brace against Steve’s thighs as I take him deeper.
The taste, the heat, the fullness—it’s everything I begged for. They’re not gentle, and I don’t want them to be. I need the roughness, the bite of pain with the pleasure. I don’t need soft words or careful touches.
I need to be fucked the way I deserve—like the shameless slut I am.
Rin slams me down harder, his growl hot against my ear. “That’s it. Take it all, you filthy whore. Show us how much you can handle.”
Steve fists my hair tighter, using me like I’m nothing but his to fuck. “Good little slut,” he grits, thrusting deep, “so hungry for cock you’ll choke on and on just to keep sucking it.”
I moan around him, my throat stretched and raw, the sound vibrating through him. The water splashes against my skin as Rin drives up into me, bruising my hips with every thrust. My body can’t tell the difference between the pain and the pleasure anymore—it all blends into one wild, consuming fire.
Across from us, Mads says, “Look at her. She’s falling apart already.” My gaze finds him. 
His hand strokes over himself lazily, his eyes locked on what Rin and Steve are doing to me. He’s not wearing his cage today. “She’s going to take all of us before we’re done with her. Isn’t that right, Moonbean?” he asks. 
I nod when all I want to demand is, “More.” 
It is not enough. It will never be enough. 
Yan watches me, his jaw tight. For a moment, I am scared that this is too much for him, but the bulge in his shorts tells another story.
He’s just as quiet as Cirro, but the tension in his eyes gives away how much he wants me. 
After fucking my mouth for a few more seconds, Steve lets go of my hair, as his cock slips from me and steps to the side. Mads takes his place without hesitation, his hand gripping my jaw as he presses the head of his cock against my swollen lips. I part them, and he drives in deep, groaning loudly as I choke on him. His other hand fists in my hair, tugging hard. 
“That’s it. You take me better than him, don’t you?” he asks. 
I blink between tears. 
“Show me how much you love my cock. Show everyone how much you love the taste of my cum.” 
My hands reach for his cock, and I worship it like it’s some pagan god of fertility. I suck, and lick, and jerk off, almost making Mads cum several times.  
Rin’s grip on my hips doesn’t ease, forcing me to ride him harder, faster. I moan for him, letting him know how good his cock feels. 
Mads uses my mouth for a few minutes before he too steps away. 
Cirro steps in front of me, his fingers wrapped around the base of his cock. He doesn’t need to tell me what he wants. I lean forward and take him into my mouth, sucking hard, desperate to please him. The quiet rumble of his groan tells me I’m giving him exactly what he craves.
My hand cups his balls as I toy with his piercing on the tip of his erection, drawing another sharp groan, a hiss of pure pleasure meant to let me know how much he enjoys my mouth. His hands fall by his side, his fingers twitching. 
Steve moves in close, taking my free hand and guiding it to his cock. My fingers curl around him, pumping up and down while I suck Cirro and bounce on Rin’s hard dick.
“So beautiful,” Steve murmurs as he grabs my breast and squeezes it hard. “God, you are so fucking perfect.” 
When Cirro steps away from me, Rin’s grip tightens on my hips before his hands slide down to my thighs. He spreads me wide, forcing me back against his chest as he hooks my legs over the thick muscle of his own. 
Cirro shifts to sit nearby, his hand stroking his shaft with slow movements, his eyes fixed on my face.
Steve steps between my spread thighs, hunger flashing in his gaze. His hand moves along his erection as he looks down at me. “Think you can take both of us in that greedy little pussy?”