Chapter 216: Stay 18+
Felicity arched into the touch, her body responding to his dominance instinctively. "You asked for it," she whispered back between gasps for air.
His thumb traced a slow, possessive circle against her hip. "Nah. You’re going to take every inch of me until you’re screaming my name, and you’re going to love every second."
Felicity’s breath hitched, her eyes widening as he squeezed just enough to make her head spin, the dominance flooding her veins like liquid fire. "Voss... fuck," she whispered, but he shook his head, tightening his hold on her ass.
"Look at you, dripping wet already. You love this, don’t you?"
She moaned, pushing back against him, her voice muffled against the table. "Yes... god, yes, I want it. Fuck me, Voss. Please."
He chuckled, dark and triumphant, unzipping his pants with one hand while keeping the other on her ass.
His cock sprang free, thick and veined, slapping against her ass with a meaty thud. He rubbed the head along her slick folds, teasing her entrance, making her squirm. "Beg for it properly. Tell me how bad you need this fat cock stretching your tight pussy."
Her hips bucked, desperate. "Please, Voss, I need your cock. Stretch me, fuck me hard, make it hurt so good."
That was all he needed. With a savage growl, he slammed into her in one brutal thrust, burying himself balls-deep, her walls clenching around him like a vice. She cried out, nails scratching the table, the stretch burning deliciously as he filled her completely. "Fuck, you’re tight," he grunted, pulling back only to ram in again, harder, the door shaking under the force. He moved her to bend over the table in the kitchen, with Ivan and Victor and Damien still watching greedily.
He pounded into her relentlessly, skin slapping against skin, the wet sounds of her arousal filling the air. He snarled at Victor when he got too close, "You watch, but no touching. She is mine tonight."
The raw possession in those words detonated something in Felicity’s chest. She was his. Tonight, she was entirely his, and the others could only watch.
He grunted through his teeth and pulled back until just the head remained inside her before driving forward again, harder, the impact rocking the table an inch across the floor.
"Yours," she gasped, voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside, pleasure coiling tight in her belly. "My pussy’s yo-o-o-ur’s fuck, harder, Voss, ruin me!"
He gently but quickly flipped her onto her back with legs spread wide over his shoulders. His mouth crashed down on hers in a bruising kiss, tongue invading as he thrust back in, deeper, faster, his hips pistoning like a machine. Sweat slicked their bodies, her tits bouncing with every brutal drive, nipples pebbled and begging. He broke the kiss to bite her neck, marking her with teeth and suction. " cum for me, my little one, cover my cock in your juices."
She shattered then, screaming his name as the orgasm ripped through her, pussy pulsing around him, milking him hard. But he didn’t stop, fucking her through it, chasing his own release with feral grunts. "Gonna fill you up, baby. Pump you full of my cum." With a final, bone-shaking thrust, he exploded inside her, hot spurts coating her walls, his body shuddering over hers.
He growled, low and savage,
Victor came first, groaning deep as ropes of cum shot across her breasts, warm and sticky, the scent sharp and masculine. "Take it all, fuck, yes!" he snarled, milking every drop.
Lucan exploded over her thighs, grunting, "Mine," as his cum pooled on her skin, hot and thick.
Damien had been the quietest, the most controlled, but the sound she made undid whatever leash he’d been holding. He stepped forward, both hands working, and came with a hiss that sounded like it had been ripped from somewhere deep. His release splashed across her stomach and her mound, drenching her in thick, heated stripes. The sheer volume drew a startled laugh from her that dissolved into a moan, the sensation overwhelming, every inch of her marked and dripping and thoroughly owned.
Ivan’s cock was faced towards her face as he came; it all shot all over her mouth. She had her mouth open and tongue out, waiting for anything that she could catch, lapping it up. "But damn, covering her in our loads again... watching it drip off her tits while she’s still twitching from him."
Voss pulled her into his arms, his touch possessive yet tender, whispering, "You’re mine, all marked up and perfect." She melted into him, a lazy smile on her lips, the emotional high crashing over her like a wave owned, desired, utterly satisfied. This is what I needed. All of them, but him most of all tonight, his. As the others backed off, chuckling and zipping up, she knew this night would linger in her fantasies, a filthy, unforgettable claim.
Voss slipped out of her with a satisfied grunt, then scooped her into his arms without warning. Her limbs felt like liquid as he carried her away from the hungry eyes of the others.
"Mine to take care of now," he murmured against her temple, his steps sure as he headed toward the bathroom.
The shower was a blur of gentle hands and warm water. Voss washed her with surprising tenderness, his fingers working the soap into her skin with a possessiveness that made her shiver despite the steam filling the room.
"Beautiful," he whispered, helping her into a soft, pale knitted dress that fell just above her knees. The fabric clung to her curves, still slightly damp from the shower.
"Time to watch the boys train," he said, his voice carrying a hint of that same smug satisfaction as he settled her into a comfortable chair overlooking the training grounds. Victor and Damien were already there, preparing for their own duels, while Lucan stretched his massive frame nearby. All three men glanced her way, identical knowing smirks spreading across their faces when they saw her dazed expression.
Felicity leaned heavily against him as he guided her through the compound and out to the training yard. Her legs still trembled with aftershocks of pleasure, her mind pleasantly hazy. Voss settled her into a cushioned chair overlooking the training grounds, his lips brushing her forehead before he stepped back.
"Stay," he ordered, his voice gentle but leaving no room for argument.