Tilting my head back to stare up at his tall form, my heart skipped a beat. Gone was the look of a man who had been determined to push me away with his abrasive demeanor, and in its place was a man ready to scorch the earth to be here in this moment with me.
Corbin repositioned himself behind me, taking advantage of my temporary distraction. One minute, the oversized hoodie hung loose on my body, and the next? His hand gathered the slack cotton and twisted it behind me roughly. My arms were yanked behind my back, tangled up in the fabric. Each struggle to free them resulted in his hold becoming tighter, immobilizing my movement.
At his mercy, he applied gentle pressure to my back with the hand balled up in the hoodie that kept me restrained, bending me over at the waist toward Bale. His other hand worked my jeans and panties down over my hips until they were mid-thigh.
Smirking, Bale’s finger came up under my chin, ensuring that I was looking up at him through my lashes.
“That’s a good kitty,” he praised. “Ready to find a few more of my stitches?”
Bale’s deft fingers unbuckled his belt with quiet clinks of the leather against the metal. I had a front row seat to the slow reveal as the button of his pants slipped free. The zipper made a hushed whisper as it slid down, and straining against the dark fabric of his boxers, was a massive bulge.
Feeling Corbin’s boot kick my legs apart, the waist of my jeans cut into the outside of my thighs, locking me in this position like a trussed-up offering, fully exposed to him with the cool air meeting my bare pussy.
Just as Bale exposed the thick length of his cock, Corbin shoved two fingers deep into my cunt, forcing me to cry out at the sudden burst of pleasure. My walls stretched around the intrusion, and the feeling nearly buckled my knees.
“That’s it, baby girl. Let me make you feel good,” he coaxed.
Gasping out a moan, I watched as Bale’s hand slowly stroked over his dick. Veins were visible even in the dim lighting, and a sheen of precum leaked from the slit at the tip.
Above the base of his cock was another line of inked stitches, five of them along a horizontal line. With his pants and boxers now pooled around his ankles, I barely registered several more on his legs before his hand gripped my jaw firmly.
My body trembled, swaying back andforth as Corbin’s fingers worked me open with every shove into me.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, Harlow,” Bale said while his hand continued to glide at an even pace over his steely member. “Tonight, I’m going to have you choking on my dick while I fuck your throat raw. Then, tomorrow? When you’re running between my rows, Iwillfind you and fuck you with every inch of me in my scarecrow form. That sassy mouth of yours will be screaming for me as I split you open.”
With eyes wide at Bale’s stated intentions, I nearly came apart then and there. Panting heavily now as the familiar coiling deep in my core grew impossibly tighter, moans turned to screams.
“Please! Fuck, Corbin. Bale, fuck!” I pleaded, unsure if it was for everything they could give me or for mercy.
It didn’t matter the moment Bale guided his cock past my lips. My mouth wrapped around his girth, and cries of my pleasure vibrated against his throbbing flesh.
Bale’s fingers threaded through my raven locks, making sure they didn’t obstruct the view of my face as he sank every inch deeper into my mouth. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes as the rounded head pushed against my gag reflex.
“Shit. You feel so good, kitten,” Bale groaned, his hands grabbing a tighter hold on my hair to a point where my scalp prickled in protest.
His hips pulled back until only my lips were wrapped around the head of his cock, then he thrust forwardabruptly. At the same time, Corbin added a third finger inside me. My throat opened up from the scream that seemed to come from my soul itself, the tight passage of my throat convulsing around Bale’s dick as he bypassed my reflex.
Tears were freely leaking from my eyes, creating a filthy watercolor of mascara over my cheeks.
Corbin’s fingers were relentless, curling deep inside me to press against the spongy area that made me see stars.
Neither of them let up. Bale pulled back and rammed deeply into my mouth again, setting a rhythm filled with a feral need to claim this part of me. Corbin’s grip on the makeshift restraint of the hoodie kept me under his complete control as his fingers continued to jut into me. The more muffled noises I made, the more intense those three digits fucked me.
“Soak my hand, Harlow. Let me see how you love it when we both take care of you.” His voice was hoarse with dark desire, and the slight hitch of his breath suggested that his own control was slipping.
My whole body shook on the edge of ecstasy until it couldn’t hold itself together any longer. The press of Corbin’s thumb against the puckered rim of my ass was my undoing.
The two of them were the only things preventing me from free-falling to the ground. I was in a state of bonelessness while the walls of my cunt clamped down on Corbin’s fingers and flutteredwildly.
Bale was rutting hard into my mouth now. My nose bumped against his pelvis with each drive forward while saliva obscenely leaked over my chin.
For a split moment, my vision blanked. Nothing but the roar of my release overrode all my senses.
“Gods be damned, kitten. Y-you’ve got me hanging by a fucking thread here,” Bale rasped out as he continued to ravage my throat.
His struggle to get words out betrayed just how close he was. “Such a… good… cocksucker for me.”
Then, his hands clamped down on my head as he slammed forward one more time, and a rush of warm cum flooded my throat. I swallowed with considerable effort while desperately fighting for oxygen.
