Chapter 8: Forced Witness
Ant’s grip on Mac’s hair was iron, forcing his head down between Nomi’s splayed, trembling thighs. “Open your mouth,” Ant growled, his own hips never ceasing their deep, punishing rhythm inside her. Mac choked, his lips brushing her swollen folds, the taste of her and Jazzy’s combined arousal salty and foreign on his tongue. Jazzy watched, her movements on Nomi’s face becoming slower, more deliberate, a filthy show. “Yeah, just like that,” she cooed, her fingers tightening in Nomi’s hair. Nomi’s scream was muffled, a vibration against Jazzy’s cunt as the overwhelm of sensations—Ant’s cock stretching her ass, Mac’s ragged breath on her pussy, Jazzy’s weight on her mouth—crashed over her. “Taste what you’ll never have,” Ant snarled, shoving Mac’s face harder into her. Mac’s nose pressed against her clit, and she bucked, a sharp cry escaping her. Jazzy ground down, soaking Nomi’s chin. “She’s gonna come, baby,” Jazzy moaned, her own hips stuttering. Ant’s pace turned brutal, each thrust jolting Mac’s face deeper. Nomi’s body locked, her back arching off the couch as a silent, shattered scream ripped through her. The orgasm tore through her core, radiating from where Ant filled her to where Mac’s helpless mouth hovered. Jazzy rode out the clenching of Nomi’s jaw, her own climax hitting with a sharp gasp, her juices spilling over Nomi’s lips. Ant finally stilled, buried to the hilt, his breath hot against Nomi’s neck. He released Mac, who fell back, wiping his mouth with a look of dazed horror. “Now get the fuck out,” Ant said, his voice low and final.