Chapter 11: Owned in Every Way
The sting of Jazzy’s slap melted into a throbbing heat that made Nomi whimper, her hips lifting uselessly from the mattress. “Please,” she breathed, the word dissolving into a gasp as Ant’s tongue found her clit again, flat and demanding. Jazzy’s hand, the one that had just struck her, now smoothed over the warm skin of her inner thigh. “You heard her, Ant. She’s begging.” Ant responded not with words but with a deeper, rougher rhythm, his tongue spearing into her, fucking her with a precision that stole the air from her lungs. Nomi’s fingers twisted in the sheets, knuckles white, every coherent thought unraveling into pure sensation. Jazzy leaned close, her breath hot against Nomi’s ear. “Look at you. Dripping for it. You want his cock, don’t you? Say it.” Nomi could only nod, a frantic, desperate motion. “Use your words, babygirl.” “Yes,” Nomi choked out. “I want it. I want his cock.” Ant pulled away, his chin glistening, and moved up her body with a predator’s grace. The blunt, thick head of his penis pressed against her soaked opening, and Nomi’s whole world narrowed to that point of contact. He didn’t ask; he just pushed, a slow, inexorable invasion that stretched her, filled her, burned her in the most exquisite way. A ragged cry tore from her throat, half-pain, half-relief, as he seated himself fully inside her. “Fuck,” Ant grunted, his composure cracking for the first time. “She’s so fucking tight.” Jazzy watched, her eyes dark with ownership, one hand tracing circles around Nomi’s nipple. “Now you take it,” Jazzy murmured, her voice a velvet command. “Every inch. You belong to it.” Ant began to move, a deep, punishing rhythm that hit a place inside Nomi she didn’t know existed, each thrust jolting a sharp, sweet noise from her lips. This was nothing like her clumsy, fumbling experiences; this was being consumed, and she welcomed the devouring.