“I was born ready, bitch,” Mitch spits with a smirk.
“Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot,” Ian calls out as they pump their fists into their palms.
“Fuck yes!” Ian yells, crushing his rock into Mitch’s scissors.
“Fuck you,” Mitch groans, tossing his head back in a fit of dramatics.
I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to suppress the giggle that wants to bubble out from my throat.
“God dammit,” Mitch swears. “Best two out of three?” he suggests, hopefully.
“Get fucked,” Ian smirks as he starts to undress, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.
“I’m trying to,” Mitch laughs, his hand sinking into his pants.
My heart lurches as Ian’s eyes dart to me. His head tilts with a seductive gleam, “That pussy…is mine.”
My eyes track Ian as he walks to the opposite side of the bed, dropping his pants and boxers and kicking them across the floor. He is so unbelievably confident in his skin, and I now know what he meant by being so intimidated and turned on at the same time.
His tan skin is scattered with freckled patches and a happy trail of dark hair that leads down to his impressive cock that hangs long, thick, and heavy. His muscles are toned under a thin layer of fat that I’m desperate to get between my teeth.
My stomach flutters at the thought of him buried deep inside me. Stretching me in ways no one ever has before. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and push myself further onto my elbows to get a better view. I know I should be nervous, but instead, I find myself eager to feel both of them use me up.
I have always known I enjoy being dominated, and there is no doubt that I’ve struck gold with not one but two men who want to give me exactly what I want. What I deserve. As Ian approaches from the opposite side of the room, Mitch clears his throat, and I look over to find him standing at the foot of the bed. His shirt is already off, his pants halfway down his thighs, stroking his cock with eyes planted on me.
“How’s your throat feeling?” he asks, knowing the abuse it just endured.
I smile despite the ache Ian left behind, “Empty.”
“Good fucking answer.” Mitch smiles, too. It’s a carnal, dangerous smile that promises both pain and pleasure.
The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, and I lick my lips, wetting them in anticipation of the taste I’ve come to love so well.
Without warning, Mitch lunges forward, grips my ankles, and yanks me down the mattress to him. I squeal in surprise as my body slides with ease, my pulse quickening in excitement as he pins me to the bed with his body weight.
His lips crush against mine in an intense, almost violent kiss. I feel the rush of his tongue between my teeth, hot and demanding. His hand roams my body, squeezing me roughly. I gasp as he grabs onto my hips with bruising pressure and lifts my ass off the bed, and tosses my lower half to the side closer toIan while keeping my upper body conveniently positioned at his waist.
Mitch grabs my arms and pulls me closer to him until my head hangs off the edge of the mattress, upside down, where his dick is perfectly lined up with my hungry mouth.
Mitch grins devilishly and runs his free hand down the center of my chest.
“You are so fucking beautiful. We don’t deserve you,” Ian says somewhere at my feet.
“But we’re going to fucking take you anyway,” Mitch murmurs with a filthy mouth as he guides his cock past my lips and into my mouth on a direct path to my throat. I moan around his length as the head of his cock nudges its way down, the vibration humming through him, egging him on.
Both hands grip my tits, squeezing and kneading them as his hips snap forward, forcing the rest of him down my throat. I gag roughly as his pace turns punishing, tears streaming down my forehead and soaking into my hair.
Mitch grunts in pleasure as my throat constricts around his cock as I choke. He thrusts harder and deeper, losing himself in the feeling of my mouth sucking him in.
My lips stretch wide around him, my tongue swirling against his length as he pushes past my gag reflex again and again. The burn in my throat is an acquired taste, and I’m drunk on the power of feeling him lose control.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Swallow my fucking cock down your tight little throat.” His voice is animalistic as he continues to bury himself in my throat.
The bed dips at my waist as Mitch pulls out of my mouth. A wicked grin grows on his face, and he watches with satisfaction as I sputter and gasp for air, spitting excess saliva and precum onto the floor between breaths.
I lift my head and watch with wide eyes as Ian crawls toward me on the bed, slow and deliberate. His gaze bores deep into mine, filled with hunger and lust so intense that it should terrify me. But instead, I find myself drawn into his gaze, my breath hitching in anticipation.
“Open your thighs for me, Roxy,” Ian commands softly, grazing his fingers over my sensitive skin. The connection of his fingers on my flesh sends out pulses of anticipation and pleasure.
