She finally turned her head slightly, lips red and shiny with spit, face twisted in ecstasy.
“Oh my God, babe,” she breathed.
“You made it.”
Made it?
My jaw dropped.
“What the hell are you..”
F*ck You Tasha
F*ck You Tasha
F*ck You Tasha
“What the hell are you..”
The words caught in my throat.
Died there.
Because my brain couldn’t f*****g compute what I was seeing.
Tasha didn’t look at me.
She couldn’t.
Her face was buried between a Beta’s thighs, his c**k shoved down her throat so deep she was choking on it, eyes glassy, cheeks streaked with tears and spit.
Her hands were gripping his thighs like she needed the anchor. Her mouth was stretched wide, lips red and swollen. She wasn’t fighting it.
She was moaning around it.
Behind her, another man was slamming into her cunt from behind, hips snapping with brutal force, his hands gripping her waist like he was trying to rip her in half.
His thighs were flexing. His groans were feral. His c**k was soaked in her slick, shining every time it dragged out before he rammed it back in again. The sound alone made my p***y clench.
Slap. Squish. Slap. Squish.
It was filthy.
And it didn’t stop there.
A third man was kneeling on the floor beneath her, his tongue working between her ass cheeks, licking and sucking and growling like he was starving.
He had one hand wrapped around her thigh and the other pressed to her lower stomach, pinning her down so he could eat her ass like it was his f*****g last meal.
And the others. God.
Two more.
One standing to the side stroking his c**k, slow and thick and teasing, eyes locked on me. He was watching my reaction. Watching me take it all in. The flush crawling up my chest.
The wetness running down my thighs again. The way my n*****s stiffened under my dress. I didn’t even try to hide it.
And the last?
He was behind her now. Replacing the man who’d just finished. Because yes. One of them had just finished inside her.
I could see it leaking down her thighs, thick and white and hot. Her body trembled from it. Her mouth opened wider as she gasped for air between choking moans.
And the new Alpha? He didn’t wait.
He spit on his c**k.
Grabbed her hips.
And shoved himself into her p***y with a single, brutal thrust.
She screamed.
Not in pain.
In bliss.
My jaw dropped. My breath hitched. My knees buckled.
“Tasha,”
I whispered. My voice was wrecked.
“Tasha, what the actual f**k are you doing?”
She didn’t even turn.
She just groaned louder.
“Getting f****d. Oh my God. I needed this.”
My hands were shaking. My entire body was trembling.
“You’re being used,”
I said, trying to ground myself.
“You’re being f****d by five men.”
She lifted her head slightly from the c**k in her mouth, spit and c*m dripping down her chin.
“Six,” she moaned.
“One’s waiting outside.”
Then she gagged again, like she couldn’t wait to have that c**k back in her throat.
I was stunned. f*****g stunned.
But not just because of what I was seeing.
Because of what I was feeling.
Jealousy.
Raw. Dirty. Shameful.
I wanted to scream at her. Tell her to get up. Tell those men to get their hands off her. But I didn’t move. I couldn’t.
My panties were gone. My cunt was throbbing. I could feel slick dripping down my inner thighs, tickling my skin, soaking the top of my boots. My n*****s were painfully stiff. My breathing was ragged.
And I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her.
From the way her back arched as the Alpha f****d her harder.
From the way the man under her tongue moaned as he spilled down her throat.
From the way the guy behind her slapped her ass, leaving his handprint behind like a f*****g brand.
Tasha was ruined.
Completely.
Utterly.
III
And loving it.
One of the men looked at me. The same one who’d been stroking his c**k. He stepped closer.
His voice was low.
“You’re soaking through your dress.”
My eyes flicked down. f**k.
He was right.
The fabric clung to me. Dark between my legs. My p***y was leaking. Hot. Needy. Out of control.
I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Nothing but heat.
“Wanna join her?” he asked.
“She said we could share.”
My knees nearly buckled.
Tasha looked up at me now, barely able to speak through the mess in her mouth.
But her eyes said everything.
Do it.
You want it.
You need it.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.