My hand went back to her neck, holding it and squeezing.
“I love your dick. The things you do with it make me scream,” she choked out. “I can’t live without it… or you.”
I looked over her shoulder at Mason. The fucking broken expression on his face was exactly what I wanted to see.
“Tell him how much you like to get fucked by more than one dick at once,” I whispered in her ear. “Tell him the truth.”
Scarlett’s grip on my coat tightened, keeping me against her.
“I can’t wait to get home so you can fuck me together. I want all of you inside me. I need it so bad.”
“Such a filthy little slut. So needy for cock.”
“Yes,” she moaned, “I need it.”
Prescott was rubbing himself through his clothes, watching us with no shame.
“You want to come, slut?”
“Please.”
My fingers tightened around her throat.
“You going to come for Pres, hmm? Show him how much you like getting fucked?”
“Yes, yes!”
“Tell him.”
She turned her attention to Prescott who moved away from Mason, coming closer to us again.
“I want you to watch me come over his cock.”
Prescott bit his lip and smiled at her, his gaze absolutely wicked.
“Mmm, then you better be a good little lamb. Show him you deserve it.”
He leant over the table and stroked her hair. It was as if Mason was no longer there. It was just the three of us. And so it fucking well should be. Prescott and Scarlett were far more important to me than that piece of shit we had tied up.
“I want to see you. Show me how hard you are.”
His smirk as his hand went to his jeans was devious. He had as much shame as I did, which was zero.
“Do you want him in your mouth?” I murmured in her ear. “Want him to come down your throat?”
“Please.”
“You’ve been such a good little slut. I think Pres should reward you with his cum.”
She moaned, letting go of me and reaching for Prescott.
“Hold on, get up on the table, Scar, then you can suck his dick.”
I pulled away from her. She crawled up on the table and I got up on it behind her. Prescott had his dick out and knelt on the table too, shifting closer to Scarlett. I gripped her hip, pressing back inside her pussy. Scarlett reached out and stroked Prescott’s cock whilst he gathered her hair between his fingers.
“So hard for me,” she murmured, licking the head of his dick.
“Always, little lamb.”
She took him in her mouth, letting go of his dick so he could control the action. I met Prescott’s eyes over her body. He gave me a wink before shoving his dick so far down Scarlett’s throat, she let out a low whining sound around it and gagged.
“Such a dirty little slut you are, taking his dick so deep,” I taunted as I fucked her with brutal strokes.
She was trapped between us now, getting thoroughly railed from both ends. And she did nothing to stop it. No, our girl took every inch of our dicks.
“Look at you, crying so sweetly, lamb. Such a good girl,” Prescott said. “You deserve a reward.”
“Give it to her.”
“Only if you make her come.”
I grinned, reaching around and strumming her clit with my fingers.
“With fucking pleasure.”
Scarlett bucked between us, trying to impale herself further on my dick. I held onto her hip tighter to stop her from moving whilst I claimed her pussy with my cock and stroked her needy clit. She was moaning around Prescott’s dick, her hands scrabbling against the wood.
“Come for us, little lamb. Soak his dick,” Prescott ground out, fucking her throat harder with his hand still fisted in her hair. “Give it to us.”
It took another minute. Then she was crying all over his dick, her pussy clamping down around mine and her body trembling with her orgasm. She was wild with it, shifting and bucking in our hold. Prescott didn’t let up with his cock in her throat. He kept ramming it down whilst I continued to fuck her pussy with as much brutality.
“Fuck,” he groaned a moment later.
“Don’t swallow it all yet, slut,” I ordered as he came violently down her throat.
Prescott held her in place for a moment longer, before letting go of her hair, his dick popping out of her mouth. I gripped her hair instead, pulling her upright against my chest. I gripped her chin and turned her face towards Mason.
“Show him.”
She opened her mouth, cum dribbling out of it down her chin.
“Good slut. Now lick it up and swallow.”
Scarlett did as she was told whilst my hand went to her throat, holding it as an anchor whilst I continued to fuck her.
“Make him come, lamb, I want to see him flooding your pussy,” Prescott told her as he sat back and watched the show now he was spent.
Scarlett wrapped her hand around mine on her throat and leant into me. I held closer with my arm wrapped around her middle.
“You hear that, slut? Pres wants to watch me come inside you. Do you want that? Want my cum running down your fucking thighs?”
“Yes,” she moaned.
“Dirty, dirty little whore. My little bitch is in heat, isn’t she?”
She whimpered but nodded against my shoulder.
“Good thing I’m about to feed your pussy then, isn’t it?”
My hand squeezed around her throat as I felt it building. I fucked her harder, making her cry out from the intense pace. Then I was groaning in her ear as I erupted in her wet little pussy, coating her insides and making her squirm in my hold.
We stayed that way for a long moment after I was spent. Then I lowered Scarlett back to her hands and knees, leaning over her as I forced her to look at Mason again.
“There’s something you need to know, little Scar,” I whispered in her ear. “And you’re not going to like it… but it’s time. The truth needs to come out.”
Scarlett tensed in my hold as I continued to whisper to her, watching Mason’s grim expression to see what he thought of our little display. He had no idea what I was about to unleash on him. This was my final hurrah. My fucking ace. It would hurt Scarlett. I knew that, but my need to get revenge on this sick fuck was far more important.
She would forgive me… but she wouldn’t be forgiving Mason for it.
Not by a long shot.
He was about to find out the reason I called her my little warrior. And why he should have never messed with my woman in the first place.
Eight
Scarlett
I stared at Mason, my entire world falling to fucking pieces as West whispered the dreaded words I never wanted to hear in my ear.
“Mason killed Lylah. He killed your mother on Stuart’s orders. She was making too much noise over your disappearance. It was all over the news. She kept harassing the police to do more. She wouldn’t take it lying down, Scar. She was determined to get you back because she loved you so much. You were everything to her. And Stuart couldn’t let that stand when he realised you couldn’t remember what happened that night. When he kept you to punish us.”