Chapter 4

Nina lay trembling on the massage table, tears streaking her flushed cheeks, chest heaving, her soaked cunt twitching helplessly in the candlelit heat. Linda cupped her face gently, her thumb brushing over Nina’s trembling lips.

“You okay, baby?” she whispered.

Nina nodded, desperate, broken, wanting. Linda smiled — dark, wicked, proud.

“You want more?”

Nina swallowed, her voice cracking apart. “More ... please...”

Linda kissed her slow and deep, their mouths tangling, messy, wet with need, then pulled back with a molten look in her eyes. “You’re about to get everything you deserve, my beautiful girl.”

Fab stepped forward immediately, grabbing Nina’s hips in his big, oiled hands and dragging her down the massage table in one rough, fluid motion. Nina gasped, her ass hanging off the edge now, legs sliding apart from the endless wetness pouring out of her. Linda moved quickly, lifting Nina’s upper body, propping her up onto her elbows, tilting her flushed, dazed face perfectly.

“You’re going to watch everything,” Linda whispered in her ear, voice dark and loving. “You’re going to see what real real lust looks like. He wants you. Give yourself to him.”

Fab stood tall between Nina’s trembling thighs, his thick cock leaking precum in heavy, glistening drops. Jon moved in too, his body slick with sweat and oil, his cock throbbing violently. Their eyes met, grins blooming, a slow, electric tension between them, and without hesitation, they crashed together in a brutal, hungry kiss. It was filthy — tongues tangling, mouths crushing, cocks grinding against oiled skin.

Nina whimpered, hips jerking, her eyes wide as she watched the two beautiful men devour each other. Jon grabbed the back of Fab’s neck, pulling him closer, kissing him deeper, rougher, grinding his cock against Fab’s abs. Fab moaned into Jon’s mouth, then without warning, dropped to his knees and swallowed Jon’s cock deep into his throat.

Nina’s breath broke apart, a sharp, desperate sob tearing from her chest. She covered her mouth with her hand for a second, staring, helpless, stunned. Then she whispered, voice cracking, trembling, “Oh Daddy ... you’re a naughty man ... I can’t believe it ... my own dad ... oh God...”

Jon looked at her, grinning through the flush on his cheeks. “You don’t like it, honey?” he teased, voice low, rough with pleasure.

Nina shook her head fast, wide-eyed, breathless. “No, Daddy ... I love it. It’s so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. You’re a real man ... confident ... strong ... opposite of Roger. He would never — he’d be disgusted by this. He always talked shit about anything remotely like this. Like it offended him to his core.”

Linda stroked Nina’s hair, smiling warmly, a fierce light in her eyes. “Maybe he secretly wants it,” she said with a soft, wicked laugh. “Maybe he’s just too much of a coward to admit it.”

She bent close, whispering against Nina’s ear, purring, “Let’s not waste another breath on that piece of crap. Enjoy your daddy’s presence. Enjoy these beautiful men. Enjoy everything you deserve.”

Nina’s heart slammed inside her chest, her pussy leaking uncontrollably onto the table, hot and sticky and wild. Fab’s mouth worked greedily on Jon’s cock, sucking, slurping, moaning. Jon fisted Fab’s hair, thrusting slowly, groaning deep in his chest. Linda kissed Nina’s temple, murmuring, “Look how beautiful they are, baby ... No shame. No hiding. Just love.”

Jon’s hips stuttered, his face twisting in a raw, broken groan, and with a savage grunt, he came. Thick, hot ropes of cum splashed across Fab’s face, striping his cheeks, his lips, dripping onto his chest. Fab moaned, stroking himself, shuddering as Jon painted him. Nina whimpered, watching, aching, dizzy with need.

Fab rose, slow and wicked, cum dripping down his honey-burnished skin, his tattoos gleaming with it. He stepped between Nina’s spread thighs without hesitation, his soaked cock bobbing heavy and hard. And then he leaned down and kissed her. Hard. Messy. Devastating.