Chapter-91: Mohini willingly got captured by thugs to have a group fun
"Focus…" Jax snapped, but his own eyes were glued to the way her chest moved with each step, the soft bounce beneath the fabric a hypnotic rhythm. "She's heading toward the old market… Perfect... All those alleys are dead."
They followed at a distance, a pack of wolves tracking a lamb. They don't know that they are the stupid lambs that are trying to find a tigress. Mohini moved with an unconscious grace, seemingly oblivious, stopping to window shop, her full lips curving into a small smile.
She turned down a narrow, deserted alley shortcut, exactly as they'd hoped. The van door slid open with a quiet shhhht… They were on her in seconds, a wall of denim and leather closing off her exit.
Jax grabbed her from behind, a thick arm wrapping around her waist, another hand clamping over her mouth. She stiffened, a muffled cry escaping into his palm. "Not a sound, sweetheart," he growled into her ear.
The scent of her hair jasmine and something uniquely sweet smell filling his head. Mmmphf... She struggled feebly, a performance so convincing it felt real. Her heart hammered against his arm, a frantic bird in a cage.
When he loosened his grip on her mouth, her voice came out in a trembling whisper. "Please… you can take all my money. Just don't… don't kill me."
Rafe stepped in front of her, his eyes devouring the fear on her face before dragging down to the prominent swell of her melons, the peaks of her cherries taut against the soft wool of her sweater. "I don't want your money," he said, his voice a low rumble.
He reached out, calloused fingers brushing over one perfect, heavy globe. Nnngh... A sharp, involuntary sound tore from Mohini's throat, her back arching minutely. "I want you. We're gonna show you what heaven feels like first."
They hustled her into the van, its interior smelling of stale smoke and anticipation. At the hideout a damp, bare room with a stained mattress in the center they surrounded her. Mohini huddled, her act flawless, wide eyes darting between them, her lower lip quivering.
She was a masterpiece of manufactured vulnerability. "Who's first?" someone asked. "Me," Jax said, unbuckling his belt. "I caught her."
He didn't ask. He simply reached for her, pulling her up by her sweater. The soft fabric stretched, outlining the magnificent weight of her melons. He yanked the sweater and the delicate bra beneath it down in one rough motion and there they were. The air left the room.
Jax's jaw went slack. Her melons were perfect, full and high, impossibly round, with dusky pink cherries that were already pebbled hard. They seemed to glow in the dim light, each one a handful of pure temptation. Guh… The sound was a collective exhale from the men.
"Look at those jiggling melons," Rafe whispered, almost reverent. Jax recovered, his greed overwhelming his awe. He grabbed them, his rough hands kneading the soft, yielding flesh. Squelch…
A soft, damp sound as he squeezed. Mohini's head fell back, a gasp parting her lips. Aah! "So soft," he grunted, pinching a cherry, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. Good, Mohini thought, a secret smile blooming inside her mind.
He's already breathing harder. His pulse is racing in his wrists. She let her body go pliant in his grasp, her allure seeping from her pores like a potent medicine, clouding their judgment, stoking their lust into a fever pitch.
"Suck on them…" one of the other thugs, Dex, urged, his own meat rod straining against his jeans. Jax needed no encouragement. He buried his face between them, the scent of her skin driving him wild.
He latched onto a cherry, sucking greedily, his tongue flicking and licking the sensitive peak. Slurp…. Glrk…. Mohini cried out, a high, melodious sound of fake ecstasy. Oh! Oh, yes! Her back arched, pressing her melon deeper into his mouth.
The sensations were real the hot, damp pull of his mouth, the scrape of his stubble and she let herself enjoy them, even as her mind calculated the draining of his stamina.
"My turn," Rafe growled, pushing Jax aside. He spun her around, pressing her front against the cold concrete wall. His hands slid down her back, cupping her ass through the jeans before fumbling with the button and zipper.
He yanked them down, taking her panties with them. Riiip…. The denim pooled at her ankles. He leaned in, his hot breath on the back of her neck. "Such a perfect little ass," he murmured, his hands spreading her cheeks.
He didn't wait. He spat, a damp glob landing directly on her tight little pink hole. Splat... Then his tongue was on her, lapping at her, driving into her from behind. Llllck... Schlllp... Mohini's performance intensified.
Eeee! Oh god! Right there! She pushed back against his face, moaning uncontrollably, the vibrations of her cries humming through his skull. Her fingers scrabbled against the rough wall.
He ate her out like a man starving, his nose buried in her, his tongue f*cking her little pink hole with relentless, sloppy strokes. Sqelch…. Slurp... "F*ck, she tastes good," he grunted, coming up for air, his chin glistening.
"Enough tasting," Jax said, his meat rod out, thick and angry red. He pulled her away from the wall and onto the mattress. "Time for the main course..." He positioned himself between her legs, not even bothering to remove her clothes completely.
He just pushed her sweater up around her neck, framing those magnificent melons and yanked her jeans down to her knees. He guided his meat rod to her entrance, the broad head pressing against her dampness. Squish...
"You ready for this, pretty thing?" he grunted. Mohini looked up at him, tears of feigned overwhelm glistening in her eyes. "Please… be gentle." He wasn't. He drove into her in one brutal, claiming thrust, stuffing her full. Schlllorp…!
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