“Come for me, Kara-with-a-K,” he commanded. “Come all over my cock.”
“I can’t,” I sobbed, the words muffled by Lev’s cock.
“You can,” Roman insisted. His hand snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my clit. He circled the sensitive nub with a soft, but maddening rhythm. “And you will.”
It was all suddenly too overwhelming.The burn of Roman’s cock in my ass, the pressure of his fingers on my clit, the choking weight of Lev’s cock in my mouth. It was a symphony of sensation, a masterful composition of pleasure and pain; I was the instrument, and I was about to be played to my breaking point.
“That’s it,” Lev grunted. “Let go. Come for us. Give us your shame. Give us your pleasure. Give us everything.”
His words were the final push, the last brutal shove that sent me hurtling over the edge. My orgasm ripped through me, a violent, explosive wave of ecstasy that stole my breath, my thoughts, my very soul. I screamed around Lev’s cock. My asshole clenched around Roman’s dick, milking him and pulling him even deeper inside me.
My body convulsed, wave after wave of intense, shuddering euphoria crashing over me. It was too much. It was everything and I was lost in it, drowning in it, and I never wanted it to end.
When the tremors finally subsided, I was a boneless, quivering heap, my body slick with sweat, my mind a fog of blissful oblivion.
But they weren’t done with me.
Not even close.
Lev pulled his cock from my mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a brief, indecent moment. He took me by the hair, pulling my head up, forcing me to look at him.
“You just came with my brother’s cock in your ass. You’re a filthy little whore, Kara. A greedy, desperate slut who loves being used,” he said and my cheeks burned with hot shame.
He was right. I had come hard with Roman’s cock in my ass. It was degrading, humiliating, and the most intensely intimate thing I had ever experienced.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Lev demanded. “You liked coming with his cock in your ass. You like being our little fuck toy. Admit it.”
Roman’s hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through me.
“Answer him, dirty girl,” Roman ordered impatiently. “Tell us how much you loved it. Tell us how much you love being our slut.”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word a breathless confession. “I… I liked it.”
“Louder,” Lev snapped. “Let Roman hear you. Let him hear what a dirty littleslutyou are.”
“Yes!” I cried out, looking up at Lev’s face as much as I was able. “I liked it! I liked it!”
Lev’s grin was that of a predator closing in on his prey. “Good girl,” he purred, his hand stroking my cheek, a gesture that was both tender and condescending. “Now it’s time for round two.”
Roman, still inside my ass, thrust into me, a bit harder than before and I moaned, the sound slutty and shameful.
Levwrappedhis handaround his thick, heavy cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes fixed on my face. “Open up, little slut,” he commanded. “I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock again.”
I obeyed, my lips parting expectantly. He fed his cock to me in one easy thrust.
I hummed around his length. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, a silent plea for more. I was a needy creature, and I was loving every second of it.
“She’s going to come again,” Roman rumbled appreciatively.
Lev sneered down at me, but his eyes were warm. “She loves this. Look at her. She’s dripping all over the sheets. She’s so wet it’s running down her thighs. You can’t fake that.”
He reached around and slapped my tit. “You can’t fake that, can you, baby? Your body is an honest, willing thing. It knows who its masters are.”
My cheeks burned, a hot, prickling flush that spread down my neck and across my chest.
“Beg for it,” Lev commanded. “Beg me to come in your mouth. Beg my brother to make you come again with his cock in your ass.”
I couldn’t speak, my throat too full of him, but I tried. I made a choked sound, a desperate noise that was as close to begging as I could get.
