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. “Fuck—she’s gushing.”

Wetness burst out of me, spraying against his stomach, dripping onto the table.

“Holy shit—she ...