“Breathe, Kara,” Roman commanded. “Let me inside you.”
He pushed deeper, a slow, relentless thrust that stole the air from my lungs. He was huge, a thick, heavy slab of hard flesh that stretched me to my limits. It was a brutal, possessive claiming, and my body responded with a treacherous, shameful pleasure.
“Look at her,” Lev said with an appreciative hum. “She’s taking it. She’s taking all of it. Her ass was made for your cock, brother.”
Roman sank to the hilt, his balls pressing against my slick folds. He held himself there for a long moment, letting me adjust to his size, letting the pain melt into a dull, throbbing ache.
Lev positioned himself in front of me, his hand gripping my hair, pulling my head back. His other hand wrapped around his thick, heavy cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes fixed on my face. “Open your mouth,little slut,” he ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
I did as he said, my heart pounding fiercely in my chest. He fed his cock to me, the head sliding past my lips, the weight of it settling on my tongue. He was hard and thick, the taste of him a salty, musky delight that made my own arousal spike right to my clit.
Roman’s hands gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He began to move then. He pulled out almost completely, then slammed back in, a brutal, punishing stroke that made me cry out around Lev’s cock.
“That’s it, princess,” Roman grunted. “Take it all.”
Lev’s hand tightened against my scalp, pulling my hair, his hips beginning to rock as well, fucking my mouth in a steady rhythm. Then he shifted his hips, pausing for a moment as his cock hit the back of my throat. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he didn’t stop and pushed a little bit further. Finally, he just held himself there, his balls resting against my chin, a silent, unspoken command to take it, to submit. It was humbling and arousing at the exact same time.
“She’s struggling. I can feel her tensing up,” Roman observed. “She’s not used to having her throat fucked like this.”
“She’ll get used to it,” Lev replied. “She’ll learn to love it. She’ll learn to crave it.”
He pulled out slightly, giving me a chance to breathe, then pushed back in, setting a relentless rhythm that drove me insane with desire. He was fucking my face, using my mouth for his pleasure, and I was lovingevery second ofit.
“That’s it, Kara,” Roman growled, his hips beginning to rock, a leisurely rhythm that was a stark, beautiful contrast to the brutal taking of my mouth. “Take it all.”
The dual sensations were almost too much. Roman’s thick, heavy cock stretching my ass, his balls slapping against my slick folds. Lev’s cock filling my mouth and throat. I was a body made just for their pleasure, and the thought sent another wave of heat washing over me.
“Look at yourself, Kara,” Lev commanded. “Watch as we use you. Look at the way your body responds, the way you arch your back, the way your juices coat my brother’s thighs. You’reourfilthy little slut,aren’t you?”
“I can feel her clenching around me, trying to milk my cock. She’s a greedy little thing,” Roman grunted in primal male satisfaction.
“She’s always been greedy for me,” Lev sneered, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back at a sharp angle. “But look at her now. Such a pretty, fuckable toyfor us to use as we see fit.”
He reached underneath me with his free hand and pinched my nipple again,making me gasparound his cock. “Does that hurt, baby? Does it make you feel like the dirty little whore you are?”
I could only manage a choked, guttural sound in response, my throat too full of him to form words.
“Answer me,” Lev demanded. He pulled his cock out of my mouth just enough for me to pull in a ragged breath, leaving me gasping for air.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, the word a torn, ragged whisper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, it hurts,” I sobbed. “And yes… it makes me feel like a dirty little slut.”
He chuckled darkly. “Good.”
He fed his cock back into my mouth, and I took him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head, my lips sealing around his shaft.
Roman’s thrusts came harder, faster, a cruel, punishing pounding that stole the air from my lungs. My asshole ached and burned as he used it as hard as he saw fit, but I wasn’t worried about that.
I was worried about how hard I was about to come.
With his cock in my ass.
I couldn’t. It was too much. Too shameful. Too revealing.
Roman’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsher. He was close, but I knew he was far from through with me.
