Chapter 115: Chapter 115 – Veronica getting cornered

He’d pushed forward at the same instant. Another inch. Her ass swallowed him and her body arched and her hands grabbed the sheets and whatever she’d been about to threaten dissolved into a sound that was definitively not a threat.

He looked at Priya.

“I liked it,” he said simply. “Sit up.”

Something passed across Priya’s face. Something that wasn’t the controlled, project-manager expression she’d arrived with. She sat up straighter anyway.

“It aroused me.” He held Priya’s gaze for one more second, then looked back down at Veronica. “Which means she gets to stay close.”

Veronica made a sound that was trying to be outrage but came out as something considerably more embarrassing when he shifted his hips fractionally.

He pushed another inch in.

“HNNGH♡~!! STOP—too much—it’s—”

“Breathe.”

“I AM breathing—it’s not—”

He pushed another.

“AAAAHHH~!!”

The three women positioned themselves around him without being told.

Yuna found his left side. Her mouth moved along his shoulder, teeth grazing skin, her hands moving down his abs with a hunger that had nothing to do with instruction and everything to do with the two hours of watching that had been slowly winding something tight inside her chest.

Clara pressed against his right. Her glasses were gone—lost somewhere in the sheets an hour ago—and without them her face looked younger, softer, less composed. Her breasts pressed against his arm. Her hands traced down his torso, fingers spreading across his ribs, his hips, the muscles that bracketed his pelvis.

Priya moved behind him.

She gripped his hips and pulled—not subtly—her body pressing against his back, her arms wrapping forward. Her chest flattened against his spine and her hips began to push in rhythm, feeding his forward momentum, amplifying each thrust she helped drive into Veronica’s ass.

Her hands gripped his ass in return.

Pushed.

He thrust forward.

PAAH!

“AAAAAAHHHHHH♡~!!”

Veronica’s cry hit every wall and came back. Her ass had swallowed half of him now—the stretch visible from behind, her entrance stretched pale and taut around his shaft—and each thrust drove the remaining length fractionally deeper. Her face was flat against the sheets. Her tears had soaked a patch beneath her cheek. Her hands were locked around the mattress edge.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“HNGH♡~!! AAAHH~!! NGH♡~!!”

Her cries broke apart at the top of each one. Shattered. The pain was still there—real and undeniable—but it was no longer only pain, and some part of her that had twenty years of experience reading her own body recognized the shift happening underneath it.

“Smaller—” she gasped into the mattress. “Please—just a little—I can’t—”

“You’re taking it,” he said. His hands were deep in her ass flesh, grip firm and complete, spreading her open further than she’d prepared for even after weeks of self-prep. “Feel how tight you are. Every other man left this untouched.”

A sob.

“Yes—I know—I know—”

Yuna pressed her lips against Raven’s jaw from the side. Her hand moved down his torso. Found his lower abdomen just above where he entered Veronica. She pressed her palm flat against the bulge—felt the movement of him inside Veronica through the flesh of her belly—and made a sound that was mostly involuntary.

“Mmhh♡~”

Clara found Veronica’s breasts from the side—hanging heavy and swaying with each thrust—and cupped them from below. Her thumbs found the nipples and Veronica’s cry changed pitch immediately.

“AAAHH—! Don’t—not both—”

Clara pinched.

“HNNGH♡♡~!!”

PAH! PAH! PAAH!

“AAAHHHH♡~!! OOHHH~!! FUUUCK—”

Priya’s hips drove into his from behind with each thrust now—her body had found his rhythm with the instinct of someone whose project-management brain had identified the pattern and committed to it—and the three of them moved together: Priya pushing, Raven driving, Veronica receiving all of it.

He turned his head.

His mouth found Yuna’s.

She made a broken noise against his lips—half-surprise, half-something that had been building since the coffee shop—and kissed him back with a desperation that was almost embarrassing in its honesty.

His hand reached back. Found Clara’s breast without looking. Gripped it.

Clara’s moan was quiet and immediate: “Mmmngh♡~”

His other hand found Priya’s hip behind him, steadying her rhythm.

Four bodies moving. One direction. Veronica at the end of it, taking everything.

PAH! PAH! PAH! PAAH!

“AAAHH♡~!! NGH♡~!! AAAHHHNN♡~!! PLEASE—I’m going to—I can’t—I’m—”

“Don’t,” he said.

“I CAN’T STOP IT—”

“Hold it.”

“I—AAAHH♡~!!—I can’t—I CAN’T—”

He drove all the way home.

Every inch. The last resistance her body had maintained gave way and his cock buried itself completely in her ass—balls pressed flush against her—his cockhead impossibly deep, deeper than any part of her anatomy had ever accommodated anything, and Veronica Dalton’s body broke for the second time in one night.

The orgasm came from somewhere she hadn’t known existed.

Not her pussy. Not the stimulation from Clara’s hands on her nipples. From inside—from the pressure and fullness and the violation of the deepest space she’d been hoarding for twenty years of deliberate inaccessibility—

“AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH♡♡♡~!!!!”

Her ass clenched around him involuntarily. Rhythmically. Her pussy gushed onto the sheets beneath her without being touched. Her toes curled. Her back arched so sharply that Clara had to release her breasts or be pulled over. Her whole body seized and shook and then went slack against the mattress.

Raven didn’t stop.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“Hngh♡~!! Aahh♡~!! Oooh♡~!!”

She was crying again. Past the place where crying was about pain or humiliation or any identifiable cause. Just crying the way weather cries.

He changed positions.

His cock pulled out—her ass gaped briefly, obscenely, before slowly attempting to close—and he grabbed her by the hips and lifted, transitioning in one smooth movement to his back, Veronica straddled over him in a reverse position—her thick thighs bracketing his hips, her ass hovering over his cock.

Gravity waited.

He held her by the hips. Lined up. Pressed against her entrance.

Her legs were shaking. They could feel everyone watching—Yuna kneeling at his head, Clara beside her, Priya behind.

“You’re going to sit down,” he said.

“I—I can’t—my legs—”

“Veronica.”

She sat down.

PAAH!

“HIEEKK~!!! AAAHH♡~!! OOHHNNGH♡♡~!!”

His entire length buried in her ass from above. Her full weight driving it deeper than any prior position. Her head snapped back. Her hair flew. Her tits—massive and heavy—bounced upward from the impact and swayed dramatically before settling.

He thrust upward from below.

PAH! PAH! PAH!

“AAAHH♡~!! NGH♡~!! AAAHNN♡~!!”

Priya moved to his shoulders. Her mouth found his neck. Her breasts pressed against his head from behind.

Yuna leaned over his face from the front. Her virgin slit—still intact, still untouched—pressed close to his lips and she was already shaking from just the proximity of it, already leaking down her inner thighs.

He looked up at her.

Her eyes were enormous. Dark. Afraid and wanting in equal measure.

His hand came up. Found the back of her thigh. Pressed slightly—not pulling, just pressure, just presence—and she whimpered.

“Nnnnghh♡~”

Above them, Veronica rode. Her body had found the rhythm despite itself—hips rolling, ass taking each upward thrust and lifting fractionally before receiving the next—and the sounds coming from her had passed humiliation entirely and arrived somewhere else.

Somewhere private.

Somewhere she’d been going to alone for years, in the dark, and had never quite reached.

Clara’s mouth moved along Veronica’s back from the side. Her lips found the curve of her spine. Her tongue dragged upward, tracing a line that made Veronica’s skin break into goosebumps from the base of her tailbone to her shoulder blades.

“Ahh—” Veronica shuddered. “Don’t—I’ll—”

Clara’s hands found her nipples from behind.

PAAH! PAAH!

“AAAHHHH♡♡~!! FUUUCK~!! OOOHH♡~!!! PLEASE—I’M—”

He thrust harder from below.

PAAH! PAAH! PAAH!

“AAAAAHHHHNNNNGGG♡♡♡~!!!!”

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