“Open up for him,” Lucas ordered roughly. I looked up, my eyes locking on to Manson’s as he straightened, but I wasn’t fast enough to obey. Lucas gripped my face and squeezed my jaw, forcing my mouth open. At the same time, Vincent smacked me again, and the cry that burst out of me was shockingly loud as it echoed around the garage.

“That’s what I want to hear,” Manson said. “I want to hear you try to scream like that with my cock down your throat.”

I’m sure I would. He would claim every scream, every cry, every tear he possibly could.

“You’d better give him what he fucking wants, girl, you hear me?” Lucas said. “I want to see tears.” I nodded, although it was difficult while being so restrained. Manson entered my mouth while Lucas held me still, sliding his shaft over my tongue. He nudged against the back of my throat, pressing until it was a struggle not to gag. Restrained bliss flickered over his face as I experimentally stroked my tongue over him.

“If you need to tap out, three knocks on the door,” he said. “Understood?”

None of them moved until I nodded. Then Manson thrust hard into my mouth, fucking my throat with a mercilessness that swiftly became overwhelming. Vincent gave me another sharp smack and Manson’s cock muffled my cry, choking me with every thrust.

“This is what happens to bad girls,” he said, his breath quickening as I tried to use my tongue in unison with his thrusts. If I could make him feel good, then maybe…

Maybe I’d still get exactly the punishment I deserved.

“Choke on it,” Lucas said, and a slight jerk on the belt guaranteed I did. The tears in my eyes overflowed, streaming down my cheeks. Any semblance of composure was completely destroyed.

Manson gasped, lip curling with pleasure as my throat squeezed around him. Vincent and Lucas switched places, and Vincent gripped the belt around my neck. He crouched down, catching a tear as it rolled down my cheek, and licked it from his fingertip.

“Poor little Jess,” he said. “Makes your pussy wet, doesn’t it?”

Manson buried himself deep in my throat, his breath hitching. God, he tasted good. Sweat and skin, with an intoxicating natural musk as my nose was buried in the dark hair around the base of his shaft. Lucas’s big calloused hands gripped my ass, squeezing me roughly. Behind me, Jason said, “Fuck, she turns so red, doesn’t she?”

“And she’s fucking dripping,” Lucas said. He kicked my feet wider apart, throwing me off balance as my toes stretched to remain on the ground. My panties were tugged to the side, the cool air kissing over my skin. “Get your face in there, J. Let’s see her shake.”