Wicked End by Bella Jeanisse Page B

Scott, still unsure about their plan. She lifted his cock and came down on him until he was completely engulfed. “If it hurts, will you stop?”
    “Yeah, relax.” Scott pulled her body down on him and held her loosely.
    Austin opened his shorts and pulled out his already stiff dick. Then he touched her upper leg. “Hey, man. She got Brandon’s name tattooed on her inner thigh. How the fuck did he get you to do that?”
    Scott had seen it before, but he had never been able to read what it said until that day. It made him a bit jealous that Brandon had someone willing to go that far for him.
    “It’s true.” Mackenzie smiled.
    “Best cock, huh?” Austin sounded unconvinced. “We’ll see. How about the one of us who fucks you best, gets another round? What do you say, Tink?”
    She frowned. “If Brandon’s OK with it, then fine. But don’t call me Tink.”
    “Sweet. I’m gonna beat you, dude.” Austin goaded Scott. Then he lubed up his cock and smiled at her tight ass. “I love an ass like that.” He winked at Scott who shook his head.
    Mackenzie cried out when Austin pushed into her. Scott worried Brandon would burst in the room and covered her mouth. “Shhh, it’s OK. Relax your body. It hurts less.”
    Brandon jumped up when he heard Mackenzie scream. He knew it meant pain.
    Jake quickly blocked the hallway. “Don’t overreact. You know Scott respects you.” He hoped Scott didn’t just ruin it for all of them. If he did something to hurt her, it was all over. He was dying to screw Mackenzie, but only to piss Brandon off. He didn’t have a thing for her like Scott obviously did.
    Mackenzie tried to relax, but Austin felt so much bigger than Brandon. He had been the only one who had ever entered her back door. Her tears came quickly as she tried to control her muscles, unsuccessfully.
    “Pull out, dude, she’s fucking crying.” Scott ran a hand over her arm. “Please don’t cry.”
    She sighed and was finally able to relax. She did want to try a threesome, but never thought it would be painful. Maybe if Brandon would finally agree to one, he could’ve made it easier.
    Scott stroked her hair as she sniffled. “Listen, you need to stay calm, and let your body adjust. He’s kinda big, and it takes a few minutes. If I can take it, you can.”
    Her head lifted. Did he just admit to what I think he did? He wasn’t just saying it would be OK. He actually knew. She looked up at Austin who was almost drooling, while he looked Scott over. “You guys…”
    “Please don’t say anything,” Scott whispered. “No one knows except the band and crew. This is a private thing for us.”
    She just nodded and lay back down on him. All the times she saw them leaving together or coming out of a bedroom at the same time ran through her mind. How could she not have known? The looks they exchanged sometimes, filled with longing. She thought she imagined them. Scott licking Brandon’s cum made sense, knowing he was bisexual.
    Austin watched her face change from shock to understanding. He was glad she was good with what she discovered. He would hate their attraction to ruin the band’s badass reputation. The band members were known to attract mayhem and use women as sex toys. They even found a way to hide Brandon’s reluctance to fool around with groupies from the press because he faked it in public. Good thing the men they played with at times kept their mouth shut. They picked them carefully.
    Scott was also happy she seemed to accept their lifestyle. He lifted his hips and pumped into her a few times, making her sigh. Instinctively, she moved her legs around his hips and moaned.
    “That’s it… oh yeah,” Scott whispered as he thrust in deep. Her pussy fit around his dick so well.
    Austin took a step back and watched Scott’s cock slide in and out. He could see Mackenzie’s pussy getting wetter and wetter. Then smirked when it clenched as she cried out. The trickle running down her inner thighs made