“Spread your fucking legs,” Mitch demands, pushing me to sit up straighter, leaning back against his chest for stability. “I want you to watch him eat you alive.”
I do as I’m told, my body responding to his command before my frazzled brain can even process it.
The dampness from my earlier orgasm still coats my inner thighs as I spread them open, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.
“Good girl,” Ian praises, crawling further up the bed, pushing my thighs wider, and resting them on his shoulders.
Without breaking eye contact with me, he licks his lips and leans forward, his hot breath hitting the most sensitive parts of me. His mouth presses into my pussy, and I cry out at the sudden contact, his tongue darting over my clit as he licks up my arousal with a moan that causes delicious vibrations to ripple through my body, emitting my own moan of approval.
My body syncs with his movements, arching my back as he sucks my clit into his mouth and buries his face into my messy wetness.
“Oh, Ian,” I cry out, and his tongue flicks faster and harder against my clit. My hips buck under the sensation, and I let out a guttural moan low in my throat as he eats me like I’m his last supper.
Ian flattens his tongue and runs it along the length of my slit, his movements slow and calculated as he savors the taste of me. I close my eyes and let out a whimper as his tongue works magic on my pussy.
“Eat her,” Mitch barks as I arch my back in pleasure. “Fucking eat her, Ian!”
Ian feeds into Mitch’s energy and sucks my clit between his teeth, his arms wrapped tightly around my thighs, his fingers digging into my legs to keep me from bucking too far away from his mouth.
“Attaboy,” Mitch praises Ian, watching him devour me from over my shoulder. “I know how bad you’ve wanted her. I told you I’d get her for you.” Mitch growls, his voice a savage rumble in my ear as his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently. “Now, make her fucking scream as you take what you want.”
“Yes,” I moan around Mitch’s hand on my throat. “Take it. Take me.”
I throw my head back in ecstasy, feeling the edge of a climax taunting me just out of reach. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to leave this moment, but Mitch is already a step ahead of me, gripping a handful of my hair and pulling me back to hang off the edge of the bed. Now blinded to Ian’s movements, my legs shake from his continued feast on my pussy.
“Open that gorgeous mouth, Roxy,” Mitch demands in a raw voice, gripping both sides of my face with rough hands, and I comply with extreme anticipation of both of them using me at once. The moment my lips part, Mitch pushes his cock past my lips once more.
He’s brutal in his thrusts, his hips pistoning against my face, fucking my throat with unapologetic force as he holds my head in place. I gag hard around him, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filling the room along with our moans.
Ian’s mouth is just as relentless, his tongue fucking me with the same ferocity. Using me like two madmen who were finally let off their leashes to devour their unsuspecting prey, throwing me into sensory overload.
Mitch knows precisely what he wants and exactly what I can handle, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing my limits every so often. He fucks my mouth with enough force that my tits bounce to his rhythm. I grip onto his hips to give myself a sense of stability in the chaos.
“Dirty girl,” he grunts through gritted teeth, sinking balls deep with no effort as he uses my throat like a fuck toy. “Choke on my dick, like the dirty whore you are.”
I have never felt more alive than in this moment, having these men use me with such raw need. For the first time, my eyes are open just as wide as my legs and I like what I see.
I’m a sadist, but I am not a weak woman. I may be hardened by years of battling demons, but I’ve earned the right to seek pleasure in the darkness that surrounds me. I see now that to survive the demons that haunt my past, I need to lose myself at the mercy of those who make me feel alive. Those chosen few who push me beyond my limits to the brink of utter destruction, only to pull me back into the safety of their arms before I’m completely destroyed.
A fresh flood of heat coats my thighs as I cum on Ian’s tongue. My legs tremble as the waves of pleasure radiates throughout my body, surrendering to the feeling of being properly taken by two men who know their way around a body. Ian moans against my clit, gripping my thighs for dear life as my body jolts from Mitch’s assault on my throat, “God, you taste so fucking good.”
“I fucking told you!” Mitch grunts. His thrusts slow to a stop, but his cock stays in my mouth, and I take a few deep breaths now that my throat is empty. “Her cum is my favorite flavor.”
Fuck. Me.
I don’t think I’ve ever swooned a day in my life, especially not with a dick in my mouth, but I guess there is a first time for everything.
I roll my tongue around the head of his cock as I continue to breathe deeply through my nose. My cheeks hollow as I suckle on him, trying desperately to convey the depth of my adoration for him by gifting him the depth of my throat.
Mitch slowly sinks his cock down my throat, holding it there as he slides a hand down my body and settles between my legs to play with my clit around Ian’s tongue.
“She’s two O’s deep, but you’re still going to have to prep her a bit to take your monster with therightkind of pain,” Mitch teases Ian. “Stretch her pussy until she’s begging to feel your cock stretch her.”
Never in my life had I needed to be prepped for penetration, but then again, I’ve never had anyone who cared enough to make sure I was ready for it. Fuck, there really is a first time for everything.
ELEVEN
Ian shifts on the bed, pressing my thighs open wide, and sinks two fingers inside me. My body reacts immediately and uncontrollably. I push back against Mitch’s hips, and he understands the intent immediately and pulls his cock out of my throat, allowing me to suck in garbled breaths around cries that escape my throat as Ian pumps his fingers so painfully slow inside me.
