Felicity doesn’t even consider refusing

Felicity had never felt more alive than she did in that moment, with the taste of Marcus's cock in her mouth and the feel of Alex's fingers inside her. Her eyes flicked up to meet James's, and she saw the pride in his gaze. He knew she was his now, in every sense of the word. His hand reached down to tangle in her hair, guiding her movements as he watched his friend fuck her mouth.

Marcus's hips rolled into her, his cock sliding in and out of her wet, eager mouth. "Jesus, James," he panted, his voice tight with pleasure. "For such an innocent-looking wife, she sure knows how to suck cock like a pro." The words were a surprise to her ears, a revelation that she had this hidden talent that could make a man quiver with lust. The knowledge sent a thrill through her body, making her suck harder, her tongue swirling around the head of his cock as she fought not to gag.

"That's right, my little slut wife," James encouraged from somewhere above her, his voice a dark purr that seemed to resonate in her very bones. "Show us how much you want this." Felicity could feel his eyes on her, watching her with a possessive hunger that she had never seen before.

The men's voices grew cruder, their words painting a picture of her as nothing more than a receptacle for their pleasure. "Look at her, so eager to be filled," Marcus said, his eyes glazed with lust as he watched her bob her head up and down his shaft. "I bet she's going to take all of us without complaint."

Alex chuckled darkly, his fingers working her pussy with a skill that belied his rough exterior. "You're going to be our little whore," he murmured, his voice low and thick with desire. "Our own personal fuck toy for the night." The words should have repulsed her, but instead, they sent a thrill through her body. She had never been talked to like this before, and she found she liked the way it made her feel—dirty, used, and utterly desired.

Thomas leaned over her, his cock bobbing with excitement as he watched her suck Marcus's cock. "Look at her," he said, his voice thick with lust. "Our sweet little Felicity, turning into a greedy little cock-slut for us." James smirked, stroking his own erection as he watched. "That's it," he encouraged. "Take it all."

Alex withdrew his hand from her pussy, the wet sound of his fingers leaving her body making her whine. He tugged at the waistband of her thong, pulling it down with a sudden, rough jerk. The fabric slid over her wet folds, and she felt a cool draft of air against her exposed skin. Her cheeks burned with humiliation as they all stared at her bare, shaved pussy, glistening with her arousal.

"Fuck, she's shaved for us," Marcus groaned, his voice a mix of amazement and lust. "Look at that sweet little near-virgin cunt," Thomas added, his hand reaching out to stroke the soft, bare skin.

Alex pulled her thong down completely, exposing her glistening pussy to the candlelight. The men's eyes grew even darker as they took in the sight. "So beautiful," Marcus murmured, his hand joining Thomas's in a gentle caress. "And so wet already."

Felicity felt a strange mix of embarrassment and pride. She had never been with a man who talked to her like this, who treated her body like something to be worshipped and used. Yet here she was, on her wedding night, eagerly awaiting the touch of not just her husband, but his friends as well. The realization made her pussy clench around the emptiness within her.

Alex stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers as he shucked off his boxers, revealing his cock. It was thick and long, a stark contrast to the gentle strokes he had given her moments before. The head was red and swollen, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. He positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging her entrance as Marcus continued to enjoy her mouth on his cock.

"Tell me, Felicity," Alex's voice was a low growl, his hand gripping her hip. "Tell me you want this."