CHAPTER 7
JENNER
“Stop?” one mocked, pulling my hair back to make me look up at the Captain. “Tell him you love it.”
I shook my head, spit and tears dripping down my chin.
The Captain smirked. “Say it.”
“I—I love it—ahhh—” The confession ripped out of me as my body convulsed, orgasm crashing hard.
“She’s coming,” one of them groaned. “f**k—she’s gushing.”
Wetness burst out of me, spraying against his stomach, dripping onto the table.
“Holy s**t—she squirted.”
Laughter erupted, sharp and filthy.
“Do it again,” the Captain ordered, voice low, commanding.
“I can’t—” I sobbed.
“Yes, you can.” His tone was silk over steel. “They’ll make you.”
And they did.
The man between my thighs thrust deeper, pounding until wetness gushed again, soaking us both.
“She’s f*****g drowning me,” h
