The Finality of Disaster

Iris’s POV

Joe knew exactly what he was doing.

He took his time. Made a show of it. His fingers dragged slowly at his waistband, eyes locked on mine while my body burned itself alive waiting for him, trembling, my breath already fucked before he even entered me.

When his cock finally sprung free, the sound that burst out of me wasn’t a word.

Emily laughed, low and filthy, her mouth right by my ear.

“God, yes. That sound. I told you. He does that to you without even trying.” She said smiling down at me like she owned me, owned the moment.

“He’s going to stretch you open. He’s going to fuck you stupid.”

The pictures she’d shown me; the **** buzzed, secret little previews; they were nothing. They lied. Joe wasn’t just big. He was too much. Heavy, thick, obscene. The kind of cock that made your body react before your mind caught up.

Emily had told me she could feel him for days.

Looking at him now, I knew I’d feel him forever.

His pants hit the floor and he came towards us; slow, deliberate, unbothered. Like he already knew how this ended. His cock jutted forward, thick and impatient, and he didn’t even have to bother holding it.

The head slid between my folds.

I cried out immediately.

He dragged it through my slick, over my clit, coating the underside of his shaft; tapping my piercing that sent a sharp, electric jolt straight through me. I gasped, hips bucking helplessly as the metal brushed and teased, my entire body lighting up.

“Fuck!” I yelped, my nails digging into Emily’s shoulders as I clung to her, shaking.

“Eyes up,” she murmured.

Her voice was calm. Commanding.

“Look at him. He wants to see you fall apart.”

I did.

“I want you staring into his eyes,” she continued, “when he slides inside you.”

Joe watched me like I was already his. He pulled back, then rolled his hips forward again, slow and cruel, coating himself in my wetness that I could feel dripping down to my taint. His head dragged over my piercing again and my knees almost gave out.

My pussy opened on instinct. Begging.

Then he slapped my open pussy with his cock

The sound pierced through the room and my body jolted, heat exploding everywhere at once. The head smacked right against my clit ring and I sobbed.

He did it again. The another slap. Hot. Heavy. Dominant.

Emily whispered down, “does that feel good Irie does it feel good being his new plaything?”

I didn’t care what she called me. I didn’t care if Emily watched every second. If she wanted to call me his slut, his fucktoy, I would’ve nodded and spread myself wider.

“Please,” I choked.

It was all I could manage.

Emily’s hands slid down my chest, cupping my breasts, thumbs rolling my nipples like she was testing how close I was to breaking.

“Listen to her,” she said softly.

“She’s fucking soaked for you, Joey. She wants your cock so bad it hurts.”

“Please… please…”

Emily pinched hard, sharp enough to make me cry out.

“Tell him to fuck you, Irie.”

The sting over my breasts, the **** pulsing between my legs; it all collapsed into one need.

“Say it.” She said louder

She pinched harder, “SAY IT!”

And I lost it.

“PLEASE FUCK ME!”

Joe shoved forward.

The head of his cock pressed in and my body opened greedily, stretching immediately. I gasped, eyes locked to his, feeling every inch as he pushed past my entrance. The stretch burned; and I loved it.

“Take it,” Emily whispered.

“Take his cock.”

He kept pushing.

I felt myself pulled wider than I ever had been, my body shaking, the piercing vibrating with every thrust. sparks flying straight through my spine.

He pulled out just enough to **** me… then slammed back in deeper.

I screamed.

Again. Harder. Deeper.

His hands grabbed me, on over my thigh, pressing against his abdomen, he used the other hand to pin the other thigh down against the mattress as he drove into me, balls slapping against my ass. I loved every second of it.

“Yes… fuck… yes! Fuck me! Don’t stop… don’t you fucking stop!”

Emily’s POV

She was wrecked. Pushed into me by Joe’s powerful claiming thrusts. Joe was fucking her like he owned her, every move slamming home, bottoming out, making her cry out his name like it was the only thing left in her head.

“Harder,” I told him.

“She can take it. Look at her; she’s **** for you.”

He looked animal. Feral. A look only I knew before tonight. Now Iris was witnessing it. His muscles tight, jaw clenched as he fucked her harder, deeper.

I eased her down onto the mattress and climbed over her, watching her body melt as she took him. Her hands slid to my hips like she needed me there, like she needed us both.

I leaned into Joe, gripping his shoulders, forehead pressed to his as he kept thrusting. We kissed; slow and filthy; while he fucked her into the bed beneath us.

Then I felt warmth.

Iris’s tongue began to slide between my folds, confident, needy, her hands digging into my thighs, pulling me down as she ate me like she was starving.

“Oh… oh fuck… Irie.” I moaned surprised.

My hips rolled on their own. I clutched Joe for balance while he fucked her and she made me come undone with her mouth, my eyes falling heavy…

But when I opened my eyes…

Kathryn was standing there.

Frozen. Burning. One hand locked around her own breast, the other clutching the box at her hip. The white silk slip clung to her like it was seconds from surrender, so thin it may as well not be there.

She wasn’t just shocked. She was aching… And she wasn’t going anywhere.

If she stayed, then she was already his too.

And I was more than happy to show her exactly what that meant.