Their Queenpin (The Ridge MC #6)

Chapter 17Adelina

Chapter Seventeen

Adelina

Of all the degrading things, the ass was making me hold a piece of paper on the wall with my nose. I wouldn’t be able to fully see him, nor would I be able to watch what he was doing to my body. How was I supposed to enjoy myself that way?

The unfortunate, or maybe fortunate, part was that he was wearing me down, along with the clock and those red numbers ticking away on the wall. We had under forty minutes left. If I really wanted us to have our “wedding night,” it seemed I had no choice but to comply.

I seethed but stepped up to the wall.

“Good little whore,” Sas cooed in my ear, a low murmur that rumbled through my bones and into my core.

I opened my mouth to argue. But then I realized he wasn’t wrong. I was a whore for this. For him. And I was a whore for Graff and for a Rafe, too, and I really didn’t want to be ashamed of it.

“Okay, wifey. Here’s what we’re going to do. You are going to tell me a story.” His rough palms ran down the lengths of my arms, then he continued, “I’ll start. Once upon a time, there was a little slut, and she had two little men, and their names were Graff and Rafe.”

Sas leaned over and trailed his tongue from the bottom of my ear, down my neck and along my shoulder. To the strap.

He licked it off my shoulder, and it happily fell... exactly how my knees wanted to crumple.

I trembled. The paper slipped.

Sas’s body heat was immediately gone from my backside. I stretched higher onto my tippy toes to put it back in place, because I wanted him all over me. I could tell myself all day long that I’d come to give him an update, but that was a bald-faced lie.

I wanted his tongue on me, his hands, his mouth, his cock, everything. I needed it more than I cared to admit.

As soon as I was on my toes with the paper secured to the wall, his tongue came under my other ear and slipped down my neck in a wet trail. He licked off the second strap. And they both hung around my shoulders, my breasts the only thing holding up the flimsy dress.

My chest heaved as though it wanted to shed the material too. Something about standing here gloriously naked seemed a big F-U to the powers that be. The same officers who told me that this was not a conjugal visit but family time. Screw them.

Thank God I didn’t wear much, so stripping me wouldn’t be a big job. For him, getting out of that jumpsuit seemed worse than getting out of this little dress. Perhaps the jumpsuits were a tool to keep their dicks in their pants.

“Continue the story, Adelina,” he ordered.

I gasped in a breath. “We went hiking.”

Sas’s hands landed on the back of my neck and then he dragged them down my shoulders, the rough skin of his palms scratching along mine. He slipped his open hands onto the sides of my back and then all the way down my hips to my bare legs. And then he caressed my thighs and my calves and all the way down to my feet.

“So what you’re telling me”—he hissed in a breath and let out a deep, audible sigh—“is that you bared your pussy outside? In public?”

His hands started traveling back up my calves and then my thighs.

I whimpered rather than answering. And his touch was gone.

“Sas,” I whined.

“No story, no touchy.”

I closed my eyes and tried to settle my breathing. “Fine. Yes, I bared my pussy and my whole body to the world in the mountains near Lake Mead.”

“Under the stars?”

“No. The sun was barely climbing above the mountain tops.”

“Ah, so you’re a morning sex kind of girl?”

I gulped. Not really. But I’d developed an insatiable thirst for sex at anytime. “Is that a problem?”

He growled. “Not in the slightest.”

His hands came back to my thighs and ran up under my skirt. Wrapping around my lacy panties and pulling them up so that they strained against my pussy lips and between my ass cheeks.

“Continue,” he commanded as he kneeled behind me.

Damn, I wanted to see what he was going to do to me, but the paper would slip. When I felt his teeth graze my ass, I squirmed. Would he sink them into my ass cheek? Leave me with marks to remember him by?

My hips twisted, and the paper nearly fell. My heart pounded as I pressed my nose harder to the wall.

With my delicate undies in his hands, he locked his grip around my hips beneath my skirt and held me in place.

He bit harder. I squealed and twisted my hips to get away from him.

The paper slipped, and he removed his touch and his mouth. Horrified, I watched it flutter to the floor.

He pointed. “Pick it up and get back in position.”

The order was brusque and lacked any kind of emotion. How the hell did he turn off his arousal that way?

I picked it up and pressed it against the wall and resumed holding it there with my nose. He still didn’t touch me, so I blurted, “Graff started it.”

Sas came over and swept my hair into one of his fists. Damn it, if he pulled, I was going to drop this paper again. But he didn’t. He held it there. Almost lovingly.

“Go on,” he said.

“We were at some hidden hot springs in a pool that only came up to about my thighs.”

“And where was Rafe?”

As I said the next words, my core started leaking and it wouldn’t stop. “He was there, in front of me.”

My needy cunt wanted Sas right now, but she remembered my other two men as well. How much both their cocks stretched and filled her. She let the juices flow now, knowing that to be fucked like she wanted, she would need to be wetter than wet.

Sas’s hands moved to the insides of my thighs and trailed upward toward my weeping center. But he stopped just shy.

I mewled, and his fingertips dug into my thighs. I would definitely have bruises.

“What next?” asked Sas.

My next words flowed out like a waterfall. I told Sas how Graff kissed me on the back of the neck. And my husband stood up and kissed me exactly how I had explained.

I closed my eyes and remembered Rafe approaching me. And everything I saw in my mind’s eye, I recounted to Sas.

How Rafe’s hands had warmed my skin. How the kiss was velvety and contained so much pent-up love and frustration that it almost brought me to my knees. How Graff caught me when my body went absolutely weak.

“I will kiss you like that when your punishment is done.”

Punishment for what? I didn’t ask, because it felt more like foreplay.

Sas’s words made me tremble and kept me talking. “Graff backed up. Brought me backward, too, until he could sit on one of the rocks. He pulled me onto his lap, his cock between my legs.”

“Did he tear you open with it?”

“No. Not yet.” I panted. The memories were too close to the surface, and I recalled the stretch, the fullness, and how I came so hard it was blinding.

“I have seen that thick beast. Guess it is exactly like Graff to warm you up first.” Sas bent over again, and his hand landed on my slit. “Make no mistake, wifey, I would’ve ripped you to shreds.”

I rolled my hips, and little shaky whimpers escaped my throat. I wouldn’t have minded the invasion, the helpless feeling of being a victim taken for the pleasure of one of my men.

Death by cock and orgasm. There were worse ways to go.

Sas bit my ass again. “Keep talking.”

When I continued, his hand stroked from front to back and back a little further. The words were starting to fly so far away.

Until my husband touched my most secret hole. “Did Graff put his cock here?”

A single syllable emerged: “No.”

The strain behind it made me wonder if I was sorry he didn’t. But I wouldn’t regret how it did play out, because what they had done to me had been absolutely earth shattering.

“Keep talking.”

The way he said that sounded so detached, almost like a simple statement of fact. Like he was listening to me tell him about the weather or some news story, when in reality, I was working up to the first time I’d had two cocks in my pussy at once.

“And then Graff lifted me and buried himself.”

“Did he stretch you out?” Sas finger flicked over my clit, and I blew out a heavy breath, nearly dropping the paper. He tsked. “Careful not to lose your hold, wifey.”

Pressing my nose tighter against the wall. I answered his question, “Yes.”

“Did it hurt?”

“Yes... and no.” My cheeks heated with shame, but I wanted more of this attention. More of Sas’s talented ministrations on my sensitive nub. My next words were meant to dare him to react. “At least nowhere near as much as when both of them were inside me.”

Sas pinched my clit. Hard. Brutally.

I cried out as every muscle in my body tightened first against the pain bleeding into pleasure then to keep from dropping the paper.

He didn’t let go as he said, “Both of their dicks were in you at the same time? In your pussy?”

“Yes.”

“Did they leave you loose?” he asked. “I’m not very excited about fucking a loose cunt.”

I clenched my jaw. And then challenged him again. “Feel for your fucking self.”

“You would like that, wouldn’t you, my little wifey whore?”

I kept my trap shut, waiting to see if he would give it to me.

He did. Sas slipped a single finger inside.

“Hrmmm,” he hummed.

Was it really only one? Because oh my God, his finger felt so satisfying as it reached up inside me and stretched me and made me remember him and Rafe and Graff and how hard I wanted to come right now.

My hips rocked slightly, seeking more, but he locked a hand around my side to hold me in place. I shook under his touch, but I didn’t let the paper fall. The blissed-out sensations started taking over again, and I didn’t know how to keep telling him a story.

Too soon, his finger was gone.

His body was no longer all around me. His voice was deadly as he said, “Did they both come inside you?”

“Yes” was all I could murmur.

But he demanded, “And they made you come.”

It wasn’t a question, but a statement, and my lower lips yawned.

I answered, “So hard.”

Suddenly there was a long thick arm wrapped around my midsection. An equally long cock spanned up the crease of my ass, pressing into me, making me more and more desperate to be filled.

“As hard as I made you come?” he asked.

I bit the inside of my cheek, relishing the pain. Sas dipped his head and sank his teeth into my shoulder, and I yelped.

“Answer me, Adelina,” he purred. “Give me the truth.”

I didn’t want to tell him no , but that was the truth. I had never come so hard. Not when using my own hand or my toys. Not with Sas, or with Graff alone, or in the individual encounters with Rafe and Graff on my wedding day, or with the egg-shaped vibrator in my cunt as I stood on the altar sealing my vows to Sas.

Being stretched that wide and being that full had one orgasm chasing another and my body a pool of desperate sexual energy. And I had devoured every last drop of pleasure.

Deep in my throat, I whined, still refusing to answer.

Sas flipped his head over to my other side and gave me another bite mark to mirror the first.

I hissed.

He gritted out, “You belong to me, Adelina. Your pleasure is mine. Everything you do is mine. Whatever is done to you is also mine. I give you these men and you take from them, but then you give it to me. Do you understand?”

I whimpered. “Yes.”

One of my husband’s hands dipped to my gaping lower lips. While the other came up around my throat and his cock still pressed into my behind. “Then tell me, wife. Did you come harder with me than with them?”

“No. I came harder with them.”

Sas let out a low groan behind me, and then his hand started working my pussy. Started making that desire build that pressure needing release. His hands were wicked talented. And standing on the tip of my toes with my nose pressed against the wall, I almost came, my inner walls starting to contract and release like they needed to draw on his cock.

Sas removed his touch.

I let out a long, complaining groan.

One of his long hands landed in the center of my back, pushing me forward and down. “Keep the paper on the wall.”

I did, as Sas pushed me into a bent over position, keeping my legs straight. Then he flipped my baby doll dress over my back. Grabbed onto my underwear. And ripped.

Shit, I didn’t have a replacement pair.

Like he read my mind—or I had figured out his master plan—he said, “You will be walking out of this room with my cum dripping down your thighs, Adelina.”

I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, unable to coherently put together a response. It sounded fucking amazing to have his cum sticky on my thighs. The way it had been with Graff and Rafe until I washed off in the hot springs.

“Tell me, wifey.” Sas spread my cheeks and blew on my wet core, all the way back to the tight ring he’d teased before. “Where would I have been in this menage you describe?”

“I don’t know.” I breathed heavily. I had been too lost to sensation. Nothing but a hormonal mess, ready to explode with my own need. Exactly like I was becoming now.

“Would I have been in your ass?” Sas slipped a finger into me, retreated and added a second. “Or in your pretty red mouth.”

“I don’t know how you could have been in my ass!” I shuddered at the thought, but my lower lips puckered at the mere possibility.

“I guess that means my cock would’ve been between those painted red lips.”

“That depends.”

He stopped with his fingers buried knuckle deep inside me. “On?”

“You.”

“Be more specific.”

“We talked about”—I panted, though he didn’t move—“how, how you would’ve been the one to call the shots.”

He chuckled then, a deep and satisfied sound, and then started fucking me with his fingers. “Damn, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Mm-hmmm.” The mumbled sound was all I could make as I concentrated on not dropping the paper. On the brush of my hot breath that bounced back at me from where it hit the wall.

“You like this little game.”

“Mm-hmmm.”

The way he talked and wanted me to tell him about things with the others...

The way he explored my body while I was tied up in a more figurative sense of the word...

All of it combined was unraveling me. The humiliation of being bent over and holding my nose to the wall while he explored my body so vilely seared through me like lava.

“Do you want to come now?”

“Mm-hmmm.” My brain was shutting off, giving into the pressure and tension rushing through my body. Building. And building some more until?—

With one more stroke, he removed his fingers.

“Oh-oh-nooo!” I sagged and moaned my disappointment at the emptiness.

Then Sas came around me and slipped the two fingers he’d fucked me with up and between my lips and the paper, right under my nose. “Lick your mess off me, wifey whore.”

Without question, I did, tasting my own musk on him. As I did, my empty core begged for more.

Sas praised me, “What a beautiful princess. And a cock-hungry wifey.”

My inner walls fluttered at the praise, and I licked his fingers harder—as hard as I could while still trapped against the wall.

“You know, Adelina? I would love to fuck your mouth right now, especially with those bright red lips.”

I hummed, but then kept licking.

Until he removed his hand. “But the clock says we don’t have time for that.”

My lips twitched into a snarl as he reminded me of where I was and why.

“Don’t worry, though. I will fuck your face another time, and I hope you’re wearing that red and lots of runny mascara, because I want to see black tears run down your perfect skin.”

I heard a zipper slowly ripping open and pressed my thighs together to try to get a little relief.

“But maybe, just maybe . . .” Sas mused.

To my right, in my peripheral vision, I saw him kick off his boots and watched as much as possible while he peeled the jumper from his long, ripped body. Then the standard-issue tighty-whiteys with “CCDC” stamped across the ass—Clark County Detention Center.

I fought my snicker—Sas wouldn’t wear something that old-manish—until my husband turned around and I caught sight of the length of his cock.

He came closer, stroking himself. “I really want some of that red on my dick.” He leaned down to look at me where I was still bent over. “Yeah. Let’s have a little taste.”

He brought the rigid head of his cock onto my chin. It barely fit between me and the wall. “Kiss it.”

I did.

“Good. Good. Now, taste my cum too.”

I darted out my tongue and licked the thick, salty precum from the crown.

Sas let out a long moan and ripped his cock away.

“Don’t let that paper go,” he warned again. “And hold on.”

I barely got my hands against the wall before Sas invaded my cunt in one ruthless thrust. He let out a long groan as his cock barged inside me.

“Damn. Fuck. You’re still tight, princess.”

I inhaled through my nose and rolled my lips between my teeth to keep from screaming. It hurt so fucking good, and I wanted to back up into him. But I was still held in this helpless position. Only able to hold on for the ride.

Sas’s feet were parted behind me to manage the height difference, and he retreated then pierced me again. He took his time, drawing out until I was almost empty again and then driving hard into me again, filling me, reaching so deeply I thought he may never leave.

Again, and again, he pounded into me as I braced myself against the wall.

Then, he grunted and pulled out. “Not working. Stand up. Nose still against the wall.”

I managed to straighten while creeping my feet forward until I was upright again. Then, Sas came up behind me and placed his long hands around my waist.

He lifted me, wrapped his arm around my waist to hold me in place, and ordered, “Arch your back.”

I did, driving my ass backward into him.

“Perfect.” He fisted his cock, found my entrance again with the head, and drove up inside. “Ah, so fucking much better!”

“Yes,” slipped from my lips on a whisper.

I needed him to fuck me hard. And with my feet off the ground and completely at his mercy, I was on the brink of losing myself to the pleasure and the floating high again.

With him seated so deep inside, he moved the arm from around my waist and pressed me into the wall. One hand stayed on my hip while his other hand came around my throat. The length of his fingers wrapped from ear to ear with some of my own juices smearing over my neck.

He growled in my ear, and the rumble sent chills over me.

“Oh-mi-go—Sas, this, yes.” My attempt at words came out as a mumbled mess, but it drew a satisfied purr from my husband’s chest.

With that, Sas pounded into me, punishing my pussy with his length, and I ate up every single thrust. In this position, his cock reached deeper than I imagined possible, to the sensitive spot inside that would send me soaring.

To the song of my moans and his grunts, Sas fucked me fast. Then slow. Then he rotated his hips, and I let out a long sigh-moan. I tried for a long time to hold the paper in place. I did. But with all the electricity flowing through my body, thinking was not a thing. I was getting so close, but the orgasm was millimeters out of reach.

My husband’s movements grew faster, more erratic. My head fell backward onto his shoulder as his fingers pushed into the sides of my neck. I felt dizzy. High.

Floating, as he rammed into me, like the yellow slip of paper fluttering to the floor.

Everything spun.

Then, Sas bit down on the curve from my neck to shoulder and kept fucking me, harder.

I squealed.

“Almost, wifey.”

The sound of my new pet name combined with the friction made my core clench around him, the pulsating only beginning.

“Yes,” I said again, because I didn’t have other words in my brain.

Sas’s hand moved from my hip around to my front and a finger dipped into my folds, finding my clit. He circled it and thrust his hips, spearing me over and over. The combination made the pulsation in my core furious, clenching and releasing around his steel-like dick.

The trapped pressure grew so intense it burned.

In my ear, Sas demanded, “Come with me.”

And as though my orgasm was his to command, I did.

My body locked up, and I screamed, “Saaaaaas! Oh, fuck. Yeeees!” as his cock thickened, his hips jerked, his finger still circled my clit, and he spewed grunts and groans until the warmth of our combined cum flooded my core.

We stayed that way for time unmeasured.

Until a ding sounded and we both glanced up at the timer.

“So nice that we get a two-minute warning,” I grumbled.

Sas pulled back, his cock slipping from my battered core. My inner walls worked against the emptiness, wanting him back like I still craved his body all around me. But my head cleared as my dress fell down to cover my ass and brush against my thighs.

My husband pulled back on the jumpsuit, tucking my lacey panties inside as he zipped up. I hid a smile and swished my thighs together, relishing in the evidence of our shared ecstasy.

“Fix your hair and that smudge of red across your cheek.” Sas said as a loud buzzer sounded and the door lock clicked open.