“Oh God!” I moan, bucking my hips against his hand as his fingers stretch and fill me.
Mitch props me up by my shoulders again and settles behind me. He grips my hair in a tight fist and forces my head down to watch Ian stretch my pussy to fit three of his thick fingers.
“Oh fuck,” I groan as my pussy clenches around his fingers, utterly powerless and totally overwhelmed. “Oh my God!”
“Fuuuck!” Ian breathes, his fingers pushing deeper into me. “Mitch, I’m going to tear her apart,” Ian murmurs with a hint of concern as he squeezes his fingers inside me.
I dig my nails into Mitch’s arms as Ian curls his fingers, hitting a spot that makes my vision blur.
“Let him in, Roxy,” Mitch commands in my ear while rubbing soothing circles across my chest. “Take it like you love it. Like you want it more than you’ve ever wanted anything in your entire life.”
I clench my jaw and let out a guttural moan as Ian’s fingers sink deeper with each thrust, and my pussy aches for the pain of the real thing.
Having a penchant for being controlled and falling under the hands of weak men, pain has always been a price I had to pay for pleasure, so it became a necessity for pleasure. As rough as he is, Mitch reads my body like a book and can tell when I’ve reached my limit.
Mitch lets out a sadistic chuckle in my ear, his hot breath skating down my neck. “This is nothing compared to how his cock is going to stretch and fill that perfect cunt of yours. We’re going to fucking ruin you,” he says as if I’m not already ruined.
Mitch yanks my head to the side and crushes his lips against mine in a punishing kiss, his words igniting a fire that Ian is stoking with his fingers. My body doesn’t know how to handle this level of brutality and care wrapped in a perfect package of painful pleasure, but I’m going to welcome it with open thighs and swollen lips.
A smile erupts on my face as I relax into my trust in their control.
"Damn, this is all I had to do to get you to smile?" Ian says, his own smile plastered onto his face as usual, my arousal smeared across his lips.
My smile grows wider, "Shut up and fuck me, Sunshine."
Anticipation overwhelms my senses as Ian crawls up my body, his fingers still pumping into me slowly.
“Not yet,” he breathes against my mouth. “You’re not ready for me.” His tongue traces my lips, making me gasp as he coaxes my mouth open to claim it once more. I can taste my salty sweetness, that flavor Mitch loves so much, on his tongue, sending a jolt of desire surging through me.
My favorite flavor.
My core clenches down as Mitch’s words echo in my mind. Ian groans from the pressure on his fingers as the thrusts turn harder, but with his mouth on mine, it feels like a cheap trick. I want more. I need more. I want the real him, not just his fingers, as lovely as they are.
“Fuck me, Ian! I’m ready!” I beg desperately into his mouth. “I’m so fucking ready to feel you.”
Ian pulls back, grinning mischievously, before sinking his teeth into my bottom lip as he pushes a fourth finger into my crowded pussy, filling me to near capacity. I cry out and arch my back against Mitch’s grip that’s holding me in place. My legs close around Ian’s hand, but he doesn’t retreat. Instead, he curls his fingers towards my sweet spot, making me gasp loudly against his lips.
“What’s wrong? I thought you could handle me,” he teases with a mischievous glint in his eye, his tone dripping with sultry amusement.
“Imagine how good it will feel when he finally breaks you,” Mitch growls, releasing his grip on my hair to run his fingers along the seam of my tightly closed thighs, currently crushing Ian’s hand. “Spread your legs for him, Roxy,” Mitch commands. “Give him access to you. Let him do what he needs to do.”
I inch my thighs open, giving Ian enough space to push his fingers further into me, all the way down to the last knuckle. My body instinctively bares down on the intrusion with a grunt escaping my throat.
“Fuck,” Ian groans.
Mitch reaches down my body with both hands, unpins my thighs from Ian’s arm, and spreads me open wide. He clutches my thighs and keeps me spread bare. I feel so impossibly full of Ian, yet I can hardly believe how much more I want to take in. Just knowing there is even more of him left to experience makesme squirm harder, grinding my pussy shamelessly on his hand, trying to force his fingers deeper.
“Ian, please,” I beg, my voice shaking with desperation. “I’m ready,” I moan, straining against Mitch’s grip, desperate for Ian to give in. “I can take it, I promise.”
“Ian! Fuck her before I do,” Mitch demands with finality, but still, Ian hesitates.
“She’s too tight, Mitch.” Ian’s concern grows as he tries to carefully maneuver his fingers inside me. “Roxie, I’m sorry. I don’t want to hurt you,” Ian whispers with a strained expression.
His eyes search mine with genuine worry, and a blinding panic surges through my body, not because I’m afraid of the pain but because I’m afraid he’s going to bail.
I grip a hand into Ian’s hair and desperately crash my lips to his. I know he’s worried about hurting me, but I am so beyond caring at this point. I need him now. I need him to know how badly I want to feel all of him, even if he tears me apart.
Especially if he tears me apart.
