“I don’t cum until she does,” Ian whimpers, his grip tight on my hips as I buck wildly on top of him, my nails digging into his chest.
“I’m trying! I’m trying! I’m so fucking close. But I can’t…” I groan out with frustration.
The pressure builds to new heights, threatening to consume me, but I can’t find the means to release it. I grind my hips against him harder in a desperate attempt to find relief, but it’s no use. I’m so fucking close, but still far enough away that I’m at risk of losing myself completely.
FOURTEEN
My breaths are labored, and I grunt with each thrust as my frustration reaches a boiling point. Ian’s whimpers become pants and pleas. “Tell me what to do, Roxy!” he urges. “Tell me what you need from me.”
I grab one of his hands from my hip and bring it up to my throat. He wraps both hands around my neck, understanding the assignment, and pulls me down closer to him. Inches away from his face.
“I could get used to you being so desperate like this,” Ian growls, his full attention on my reddening face. “A desperate fucking mess.”
My eyes lock on his as I slow my pace but keep grinding him in deep. Feeling every goddamn inch of his cock move and twitch inside me. The tension builds in the pit of my stomach, and as sensitive as my clit is right now, I can’t seem to throw myself over the edge.
With each passing moment, his grip on my throat gets tighter, and my desperation grows stronger, starving me with a hunger that’s become unquenchable.
“Fuck,” I cry. I roll my hips again and again, chasing my relief with more fervor, and grinding my pussy against him, taking him so deep I can feel him bottom out inside me.
The pain between my legs and the increasing pressure of his grip on my neck feels like it’s merging, melting together into one incredible flow of electricity that threatens to overwhelmmy entire body on a molecular level. So desperately aching for release, it’s hard to concentrate on anything except for the way Ian’s callous fingers clutch around my neck, and his cock slams into me.
I’m so fucking close I can taste it.
“Ian,” I cry out. “Please. I can’t…I can’t cum,” I whimper, the desperation evident. “I’m trying. I’m trying. I promise, but I can’t. I can’t!”
The words are barely out of my mouth when Ian’s grip on my throat moves back to my hips, holding me in down against his thighs. Keeping me from seeking the friction I’m so fucking desperate for.
“No! Please don’t stop! Please, Ian,” I cry out, clawing and pushing at his abdomen, trying to pull my hips away from his tight grip.
“Mitch!” Ian yells for assistance, and in an instant, Mitch slides up behind me, gliding his hands over my body.
“I’m right here,” Mitch says reassuringly. “We got you, baby. It’s okay. We’re not going to let you drown.”
The pressure in my chest mounts despite Mitch’s attempts to quell my frustration. The desperation claws at my guts from the inside, like a caged animal trying to gnaw its way out of my body, crawling under my skin like an itch that’s impossible to scratch.
Mitch pulls me flush against his chest, Ian’s cock still buried deep and unmoving, “Do you need more or less?” he asks, hot against my neck, and I’m delighted, despite my frustrations, by their eagerness to help me through this torture.
“More,” I beg instantly. “Please.”
Without hesitation, Mitch shoves me forward until I’m chest-to-chest with Ian, then runs his hands over the curve of my ass, stopping only to squeeze it tightly.
“More?” he repeats my plea, only instead of desperation, his tone is that of a sadist who’s savoring every moment of my suffering. Hellbent on pushing my limits and my patience.
His hand disappears from my ass for a moment, and I brace myself for the blow I know is coming.
“Don’t worry, baby. We'll get you where you need to be,” Mitch promises in a low, sultry whisper.
His hand comes down hard on my ass with a sickening crack that steals my breath away. The pain is instant and lingering as it pulses through my skin. I let out a cry as another smack lands on the same spot, and despite the shock and pain, I can’t deny the wave of pleasure that instantly follows.
Ian holds me closer, swallowing my whimpers and groans with his mouth on mine as Mitch spanks my ass to a fiery shade of red. Slowly, Ian’s grip on my hips loosens, and he starts bucking up into me, feeling the tremors that shake my body and squeeze my core.
“Oh God! Oooh fuck!” Ian moans into my mouth. “She really fucking likes that,” he growls to Mitch, claiming my lower lip with his teeth and biting down hard enough to make me gasp.
Mitch hums a sign of approvalas heruns his hand over the red blotches blossoming across my ass.
“Good, then she’s going to love this.” Mitch kisses my raw ass before his fingers press against my tightest hole, and my muscles tense with anticipation and excitement.
“She’s being such a good girl for us,” Mitch praises from behind me. “Such a greedy little slut. Just like I knew she would be.”
