I moan my agreement around his cock, squeezing my thighs around Ian as I feel the building of an orgasm that is sure to send me to the fucking moon. The pain, the euphoria, the raw animalistic need to submit, to please, to be used, are a heady cocktail coursing through my veins. My inner brat comes alive, craving dominance like never before to soothe the constant fight-or-flight fear that claws at my subconscious.
Mitch grows impossibly hard in my mouth, causing a gag so hard the tears fall as if I’m crying.
Panic starts to set in as my lungs burn with the need for air. I grip Mitch’s thighs for relief, but instead of relenting as usual, he grips my hair, holding me in place. “You can breathe when you’ve earned it,” he grunts as his thrusts quicken.
A roar erupts above me as a hand slaps down hard on my tits and squeezes roughly as Mitch thrusts a few more times before stilling balls deep. The warmth of fresh cum unloads in my throat as I choke him down, gagging as I try to manage all of him at once.
Ian’s grip on my throat massages up and down the length of my neck, and it takes me a moment to realize he’s essentiallyjacking Mitch off through the bulge in my neck. The whimpers coming out of Mitch are unlike anything I’ve ever heard before, and it’s so fucking hot even as I struggle for air.
“Swallow me down, baby. It’s all yours,” Mitch whimpers, his voice cracking with pleasure. “It’s all for you.”
I feel a deep sense of satisfaction as he fills me with this release, marking me in the most primal way. Not only did I ask for this, but I want this, and I fucking deserve to have what I want.
“I didn’t think you’d blow your load so soon,” Ian chuckles as he removes his hand from my neck, his dick warming in my pussy, enjoying the show.
“I couldn’t help myself,” Mitch says, slowly pulling out of my aching throat. “Watching you fuck her has been everything I’ve wanted for months now.” Mitch lifts my head onto the mattress as I gasp and sputter for air.
Ian pulls on my hips, sliding my body entirely on the bed as I relax and suck in shaky breaths. He doesn’t hesitate to claim my numb lips with his own, eagerly tasting Mitch’s cum on my tongue, devouring every moan and gasp that escapes my throat, as he starts to fuck me again.
Mitch’s cock glistens with a mix of saliva and cum, and I feel a sense of pride knowing that I can bring him to such a satisfying end.
THIRTEEN
Mitch disappears into the ensuite bathroom and returns with a towel, wet at one end. He kneels on the mattress beside us and gently wipes my face with the warm, damp end of the cloth, starting at the corners of my eyesand working his way over my forehead and cheeks, then ending with a tender swipe over my swollen lips.
The tenderness of the moment sets my soul alight. I know that while my pain is our shared pleasure, I can still count on them to take care of me in ways I have never experienced before. My heart, which was slamming against my ribs a moment ago, has now calmed to a slow, steady beat that matches the pace Ian keeps on my pussy.
“You okay?” Mitch whispers softly, brushing a few stray hairs from my face before kissing my forehead softly.
I open my mouth to reply, but my throat is too raw and sore to form words, so all that comes out is a rough cough, so I settle for a nod.
A sadistic smile creeps across Mitch’s face as he looks down at my struggle.
“I know it hurts, but you did so fucking good,” Mitch praises me as he reaches down to pat my pussy like an affectionate pet, sending jolts of pleasure through me. “Catch your breath. I’ll go get us some water.”
Mitch disappears once again and grabs a pair of sweatpants from the floor, stepping into them one leg at a time. “No onecums while I’m gone!” He commands before disappearing into the hallway, leaving Ian and I alone in his bedroom.
Ian wastes no time and leans over, gathering me into his arms, his face buried in my tits, as he thrusts into me so slow and so fucking deep. His trademark pace. I moan with the intimacy of the movement, arching my back into him—a mixture of pain and ecstasy coursing through every inch of me.
“It all worked out in the end, though. You are fucking incredible,” Ian breathes onto my flesh, and my heart pounds with the mingling of our bodies. I run my fingernails through his hair, trying to block out the lingering burn of his cock stretching me so marvelously.
“I haven’t even done anything yet,” I whisper and clear my throat.
“Shhh,” he soothes, moving up from my tits. “Tell that to your throat and your pussy that’s taking my dick so fucking well.” Ian peppers kisses up my chest to my jaw and down my neck until he stops and takes a nipple in his mouth.
“Say that again,” I request, heat in my core.
“What? You like it when I talk about how wet your pussy is for me? The way you grip my dick when I hit a sweet spot,” Ian whispers. His breath hot on my skin.
“Yes,” I croak.
“Roxy, I have thought about your pussy every goddamn night since we met,” Ian growls into my ear. “Never in my wildest fantasies did I know just how fucking perfect you feel.”
“I’m not perfect,” I say, my voice returning slightly.
“You are what I fucking say you are,” he grunts, slamming into me hard to assert his authority. I let out a cry; my nails dug into his back. “The way your pussy is wrapped so tight around my cock is fucking perfection. The way you have ruined every other woman for me is perfection. The way you take the pain ofmy cock stretching your tight pussy and turn it into pleasure is pure fucking perfection.”
His thrusts become desperate. Harder. Deeper. The pain, still present, is delicious as pleasure starts to mount.
