Isla: Owned By Four Savage Alpha Brothers

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ead eyes. Then he reached out. His thumb was rough, calloused from fighting, and he dragged

"Suck us off. We

rage. I wanted to spit in his face. I wanted to scream that I would rather di

what would happen if I said no. They wouldn't just leave. They would hurt me. They wo

hate. I swallo

as rough against my knees. I

boxers down, not bothering to take them off all

caught in

. Brock's was darker, heavier, curving slightly to the left. Slade's was straight and angry-looking, the

He stepped closer, his kn

rified they wouldn't fit. I

shove it in right away. They rubbed the heads against m

shed forward.

and hard. I gagged insti

nd tangling in my hair, not pulling, just h

inch. Then two. I could feel the ridge of the head hitting the

rabbed my head with both han

g over, but he didn't stop. He bottomed out. I was full of

. somethin

felt like drinking hot cocoa on a freezing day, but a thousand times stronger.

enly ached with a sharp, sweet pain. My pussy clenched desperately, getting w

ted to

pulling back, and then slid forward again. I swirled my ton

ed, his voice sounding strain

staring at my mouth, his eyes blown wide, b

d kind of power. I was on my knees, bro

. It was heavy, and hot. I stroked him, twisting my

" he b

de in until my nose was buried in his pubic hair. I humm

had the same jawline. The same no

my brain

g Brock anymor

should be planning their deaths. But the heat

leasure was overwhelming. I was getting wetter by the second, my thighs rubbing together to create friction

aster, my hand working Brock

aned, his hand tightening in my ha

omones in the room were so thick

ing the head hit the back of my throat,

contact ma

essive. He was the eldest. The leader. He

gh. He ran his thumb over my swollen, spit-slicked lips. "But

pun me around and pushed me face-first onto the mat

you could sto

dip behind me w

s," Slade ordere

ast bit of resistance

leaving no room for argument. "Or we make

hem. I was

They pulled my jeans and panties down to my ankles in one roug

n my legs from behind. He rubbed his fingers through my

t for it," B

ee them, but I could feel the radiating heat. I felt the

o fight anymore. I wanted to be filled. I wanted the pain and

d in my ear, his chest

I bre

," Slade

ushed f

. I cried out, my fingers clawing at the sheet

He bottomed out, burying himself to the hil

adjust, letting me feel how full I was.

ft my lungs

t," I w

, kneeling between my spread legs. He grabbed my face and

lust. He reached down and rubbed his thumb over my clit,

hard. Fast. Brutal. The bed

're fucking too t

he pleasure was building. I was moaning, loud

in my ear, his teeth grazing my

obbed. "Ye

claiming. He bit my lower lip, tasting himself and me. His tongue

hair and yanked my head back. The pain was

e carpet. It sc

he com

was dusty. I saw a girl with wild hair, swo

or. He kicked my legs apart gently. I felt air hit my wet, exposed pussy

irror, Isla,"

d. He spat on the head, a glob of saliva that hung there for a second before he smeared

ine like electricity. I gas

d. I didn't know wha

y line of sight. His cock was still

my jaw, forcing my mouth

y throat. My eyes watered instantly.

id, his voice cold. He didn't pull ou

Slade

th hands like iron cl

It felt like he was splitting me

e hissed. He pulled out a

rd with every thrust. I looked like a ragdoll. Bro

ddess help me, my

t. It created a heavy, dark heat in my belly. I looked

o Maddox. I'm letting them us

ruined my pussy, sent a spike of wetness gushing out of me. It coated Slade's thighs. This w

eing the mess. "She's leaking all

und and pinche

atte

k's cock. My pussy clamped down on Slade, spasming so hard it

it," Broc

salty cum shot down my throat. I

last time, grinding his hips against my ass

a minute. Me on my knees

. Ruined. But a

er clock in the house struc

my tailbone. It rattled my teet

n a sme

urnt sugar. It was the most delicious thing I

ll softening in my

till buried deep inside

d in th

ir

ne. Their pupils had blown out until

nhaled at t

rrified whisper. He buried his face in my neck, inhaling my

e looked at Slade. Then he looked at me. His hand,

Brock ch

imal, guttural roar toget

Slade cursed.