They didn’t look at me. Didn’t stop.
Jeremy drove his cock deeper, his hand locking her in place. Her throat stretched. Her eyes watered, but her mouth curved a little.
She’d heard me.
“I... ” My voice cracked. “Please. May I touch myself?”
She pulled off Jeremy’s cock with a wet pop, spit stringing between her lips and the tip. Her mouth was red and puffy, but she was fucking glowing. Her chest rose and fell in shallow, hungry breaths, and when she turned to look at me, something in her eyes shifted.
“Okay. Touch yourself.”
“Y-yes, Madame.”
My hands moved, one gripping the base of my cock, the other sliding up my thigh. I moaned as I finally wrapped my hand around myself and pumped once, twice, slow and tight, precum smearing across my palm.
Luna watched me with heavy eyes and parted lips.
“That’s it,” she murmured. “Nice and slow. Let me see you.”
Before I could get lost in the feeling, Jeremy’s voice cut through the room.
“Luna.” He was standing in front of her, naked, dripping, cock still hard and gleaming with her spit. “Back on my cock. Now.”
Without hesitation, she shifted back to face him and obediently opened her mouth. Jeremy grabbed her by the hair, no preamble, no delay, and shoved himself back between her lips with a guttural groan.
He fucked her face like he needed it, like she was his release and nothing more—and she loved it.
Her eyes fluttered. Her body rocked with every brutal thrust. She moaned around him as I worked my cock harder, my strokes synced with the movement of his hips.
Jeremy’s head dropped back, muscles flexing as he held her in place and drove deeper. His cock vanished between her lips with every thrust, her throat bulging to take him. Watching them—watching him slam into her mouth while she worked him with perfect, punishing rhythm—that was what made me ache.
This was worship. It was power, passed between them like a secret I’d been allowed to witness.
Seeing that chain of dominance shift between them, and being caught in the middle of it. That was the fucking turn-on. Because I knew exactly where I stood.
Between the god and the goddess.
Owned by them both.
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My throat burned, spit slicked my chin, and every breath I tried to take was choked out by the length of him battering the back of my throat, but I stayed exactly where he wanted me.
Yet, my eyes were on Dirks.
Poor, desperate Dirks.
Spread out in front of me, legs wide, his cock in his fist. His chest rose and fell like he’d just run a mile. His hand pumped in tight, needy strokes, and I couldseeit in every line of his face—the desperation, the hunger, the ache.
I’d given him permission, but I could take it away just as fast. That drove him fucking crazy. He was jacking off like he thought I might say “stop” any second, like he was waiting for the hand to slap it out of his grip.
One man using my throat like it was nothing but a hole to fuck. The other, so deep in submission he could barely touch himself without trembling from it.
My pussy clenched around nothing, throbbing with need, the power of it all making my head spin. Jeremy’s hips stuttered,and I knew that sound, the way his breath caught, the way his grip tightened, the way his cock swelled even thicker at the base.
“Fuck—fuck,Luna. Don’t stop?—”
