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Shattered Girl

“Patrick, please.” I moaned as he spread my lips, running his finger around my soaking entrance and sliding the tip of his finger into my tight hole. I whimpered as my p**y fluttered around his finger. Slowly he began sliding his finger deeper as he leaned forward, sucking my **t into his mouth.

Your p**y is so tight, love.” Patrick groaned.” It’s going to feel so good when you’re wrapped around my hard d**k; I’m going to stretch your little p**y so good,” Patrick groaned as he began to work a second finger into me. He kissed his way up my body, sucking a nipple into his mouth and biting down. I exploded, soaking Patrick’s hand, crying out as I thrust my hips up, forcing his fingers deeper into me.

“Good girl, love, come hard for me, that’s it, baby,” Patrick praised me; I shook and whimpered as my o**m started to fade. He had stopped moving his fingers while I came apart for him, but once I had stopped shaking, he began moving again, finding my g-spot, curling his fingers, and focusing all his attention on that one spot. “Oh baby, you’re such a good girl; I know you don’t think you can, but you’ll come for me again. I know you have one more for me.” Patrick was encouraging me as I continued to whimper. “You’re so close, love; your p**y is like a vice; I know you can be a good girl for me and come again; that’s it, baby, take my fingers in that tight p**y. Come for me, love. Come now!” Patrick commanded, reaching down with his other hand, he pinched my c**t between his fingers and I screamed. My p*y exploded, soaking Patrick’s hand and the comforter under me. My entire body was tingling, my vision going black.

When I came to, Patrick and I were lying on the bed; He was spooning me, his arm resting on my hip, my head on his shoulder. He must have felt me wake up because he carefully rolled me onto my back before leaning over me with a massive grin on his face.

“Welcome back, love.” Patrick said, leaning over to kiss me.Text © by N0ve/lDrama.Org.

“What happened?” Did I pass out?” I was still a little confused.

“You did love, but only for a minute. Has that ever happened to you before?”

“Passing out, yes, passing

because of an o***m…no. I didn’t know that was possible.”

“It can happen, and nothing to be worried about, love, I promise,” Patrick reassured me. He gave me a quick kiss and climbed off the bed, returning with a warm washcloth from the bathroom. He spread my legs again and gently cleaned my p**y and thighs. Tossing the washcloth into the laundry hamper, he returned to bed with me. I cuddled back into Patrick, and he wrapped his arm around me.” Go to sleep, love; we have kept the others up long enough for tonight.” He chuckled. I groaned, but since I knew they had all heard me o**m before, with or without them in bed with me. I told my brain to stop being embarrassed and closed my eyes. I was falling asleep almost immediately.

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We awoke later that morning to another bright summer day and the smell of coffee. I groaned and stretched. Leaning over to kiss Patrick, I went to the bathroom, took a fast shower, and pulled on a clean tank top and shorts. I heard Patrick starting the shower as I made my way to the kitchen in search of coffee.

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Mike and Jake were sitting at the kitchen island when I came in-stopping to give them good morning kisses. Mike winked knowingly at me, and I quickly turned so he wouldn’t see the blush on my face. I made my coffee and took the stool between them. Jake leaned over, kissing the top of my head

“Good morning, sweetheart; bo

are you feeling this morning? Jake asked, running his hand up and down my back.

“I’m feeling pretty good,” I told Jake. Mike snorted, and I gave him a dirty look before returning to Jake. “It doesn’t hurt that much to take a deep breath; my hand feels pretty good, too.

“Good, I’m glad, sweetheart,” Jake said, squeezing my hand as he got up, headed for the fridge, and began pulling out stuff to make breakfast. I got up to follow Jake, planning on helping him, when Mike’s hand shot out and caught my arm.

“You’re being mean; I’m not talking to you right now.” I pouted at Mike

“Honey, I’m sorry for teasing you; I didn’t mean to upset you,” Mike said sincerely, turning on the bar stool and pulling me to stand between his legs. I crossed my arms over my chest and continued to pout at him.

Picking me up and setting me on his lap, he wrapped his arms around me so I wouldn’t fall, and resting his head on my shoulder, he kissed my ear and neck, sending goosebumps down my arms.

“Do you know how hot it was last night, hearing you come apart for Patrick? Just imagining what he was doing to you to make you scream like that. I took a cold shower and still had to j**k off three times.” I squirmed in his lap, completely turned on again with Mike’s description of how he spent his evening.

“Oh honey, did I turn you on?” Mike asked with fake concern written all over his face.

Of course you did; what did you expect after telling me you goober.” Jake howled with laughter from the kitchen, and I giggled at the shocked expression on Mike’s face. “Honey, did you just call me a goober?” Mike asked incredulously.

“Yep.” I said, making the p at the end pop. Jake was still laughing, and I joined in before leaning back against Mike as he grumbled.

“You’re being a very naughty girl this morning, aren’t you, honey?” Mike growled at me. “Do you know what happens to girls who call their men names?” He asks in a conversational tone.

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The peace-loving part of my brain was telling me to stop talking, but my bratty side took over as I turned to look at Mike. “I am not being naughty,” I told him.” I called you a goober because you turned me on again with all your talk about jacking off.

Jake shook his head, still listening from the other side of the kitchen. Mike picked me up, spinning me around again until I sat with my back pressed against his chest.

Well, you’re going to find out.” Mike said, quickly wrapping his legs around mine and sliding them open.

No, Mike, I won’t tease you anymore, I promise.” I whined.

“Hush, be a good girl, and accept your punishment.” Mike scolded. He still had his legs pinned around mine, and when he spread his legs, mine opened, too.

“Do you know what a safe word is, honey?” Mike asked, surprising me out of my bratty whining.

“Of course I do. I think it will use red, for my safe word.” I told him.

“Good, that’s the color your p**y will be when I’m done.” Mike said, sounding way too pleased with himself.

“What?” I squeak just as Mike’s hand slaps down on my p**y. It’s hard enough to sting, but at the same time, it also sends a bolt of pleasure through my core. I wiggle, trying to get out of Mike’s hold, but it’s useless. He slaps my mound again, causing me to squeal.

Good girl, you’re taking your punishment so well, baby.” Mike murmurs as I continue to wiggle.” Only three more, honey, you can do it. Trust me?” I whimper, yes, right as his hand comes down again. I wail as the pleasure plain line blurs even further. I’m getting close to an o**m. I can’t believe being punished is turning me on. By this time, I have attracted the attention of the other guys, who, in my opinion, are getting way too much enjoyment out of my predicament.

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Two left honey, you ready?” Mike says. I nod my head, and his hand crashes down on my poor p**y, one right after the other, without pausing. I wail again, so close to coming that I’m shaking. Mike immediately releases my legs, cuddling me close; he carries me into the living room, sitting on the couch. Josh is right behind us, grabbing a blanket to cover me with. Mike continues to prise me and rub my few sips and set the bottle down. We stay like this for quite a back as I rest my head on his shoulder. Josh returns to us with a bottle of water that he c**ks open and hands to Mike. He presses the water to my lips, encouraging me to drink; he seems happy after I take while when Drew comes over, cupping my chin and turning my head so he could see my face.

How are you feeling, angel? Drew asked softly?” I smiled up at him, giving him a thumbs up, before cuddling back into Mike. Drew ran his fingers through my hair, pulling it out of my face, then picking up my wrist, finding my pulse, holding it, and setting my hand back down. He pats Mike on the shoulder.

can take her for a nap if she’s tired.” He told Mike as he went to join the rest of the guys in the kitchen.

“You tired, honey?” Mike asked me quietly.

“mhm” was the only response he got from me as I burrowed further under the blanket. With a chuckle, he stood, making sure the blanket didn’t fall off me; he carried me to my room.