Page 193 of Boys Who Hunt

He shoves the first ball up my pussy, and I gasp in shock at how cold it feels inside me. And full.

He sucks on the next ball, swiping his tongue across like he wants me to shudder in preparation of what’s to come.

“That’ll never fit,” I mutter.

“Yes, it will,” he replies, shoving in the next one. “You’ll make them fit.”

I gasp as the two of them connect inside me, while he pulls his fingers out, only to plunge right back into the box to take out the next zero.

“You’re doing great, slut,” Heath says, slapping my inner thigh, and the shock reverberates through my entire body, my pussy throbbing so badly I nearly come again.

What is this?

“Never used Ben Wa balls, I see,” Heath muses.

“Who has?” Max mutters.

“I have,” Silas says, running his tongue along the third. “It’s quite the fucking show.”

Then he shoves Max’s face into my slit. “Who said you could stop? Keep fucking licking.”

“I’ll make sure he does his job,” Heath groans, and he approaches the table from behind, where Max kneels on the green tarp and shoves two fingers into his ass.

“Fuck,” Max moans into my slit, making me needy, possessed with having more.

I’ve already had so many orgasms today. I couldn’t possibly handle more.

“Another one,” Silas says, pushing the next ball inside.

“Oh God! It’s so full,” I moan.

“You think this is full? Wait until you feel three cocks all at once,” Silas says, spreading my legs even farther apart. “Now take them all.”

“I can’t do three—”

I moan wildly when Silas adds the last one, pushing all four balls up against each other inside me.

“Now tell me what’s inside you,” Silas says.

“Mini cue balls,” I reply.

THWACK!

The pain of another spank to my pussy turns into pleasure almost immediately, and I can feel it rippling all through my body. Max’s tongue swiping across my most sensitive spot only adds more to the sensations until I can’t tell whether I’m willing to beg them to stop or willing to beg them for more.

“What are the numbers?”

I frown, trying to think. “Five. Zero. Zero. Zero.”

Max’s tongue is making it so hard to focus.

THWACK!

“Five grand!”

“That’s it. Knew you’d figure it out,” Silas muses. “Now bring me the fucking cue.”

“What, why?” I mutter, leaning up.