"So fucking pretty."
Dax runs a finger through my wetness. He spreads my legs wider, and I know how bare and exposed I must be. I can hear the blood rushing in my ears now.
"And so wet."
"Please, just fuck me."
Finally, I feel him position himself at my opening, running the head up and down my slit, and my whole body relaxes. "You want it bad, don't you?"
He's taunting me, and I hate it. He knows I don't want to want him like this. "I just want to feel something else," I whimper.
Something other than the fear and panic that's consumed me for the past week.
"Say please again," he says, pushing the tip inside.
"Please!"
He sinks all the way into me, burying himself to the hilt. Bare, just like he told me he wanted. "Say please again."
"Please…"
"Every inch of me can feel all of you now, baby," he says before pulling out and thrusting back into me. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"Yes…" All of him at this angle…feels fucking amazing.
"I told you she was a good slut for me," he tells Nolan.
I look up and realize I can see both of them in the reflection of the sliding glass door. Nolan watches with his hand inside his sweatpants. His tongue darts out, licking his lips.
Maybe it's the alcohol, but I realize I want him to like what he sees.
Dax spreads my cheeks wide, and I watch him watch his dick pumping in and out of me, his abs flexing with each thrust.
"Oh, god," I moan. "Dax…oh, my god."
I arch my back, and he groans, abandoning his steady pace for something more punishing, gripping a handful of my hair right at the scalp and using it for leverage.
I whimper from both pain and pleasure, gritting my teeth while each thrust of his hips brings me closer to the edge.Fuck him. Fuck him for being who he is and being so fucking good at this.
"You take it so fucking well, Ripley," he groans.
"Dax…"
I look up at the glass door again—at Nolan's reflection. His hand isn't inside his pants anymore; his hard dick is in his hand, pumping it while he watches Dax fuck me.
The sight makes my pussy clench. I'm going to come.
I arch my back, my eyes rolling back in my head, and I come apart, my pussy squeezing around his cock.
"Oh…fuck…fuck…"
"That's it, baby," Dax says, increasing his pace while he fucks me through the orgasm. "That's a good fucking girl. Fuck, that feels good. I'm going to fill you up with so much cum, Saige, your pussy is going to be dripping all day tomorrow."
"Dax!" I cry out, even though I'm looking right at Nolan. I'm watching him fuck his fist, the tip dripping before a long, low growl comes from somewhere in his chest.
White ropes of cum shoot from Nolan's cock, his jaw clenching while they paint the front of his sweatshirt and run down the side of his fist. In the haze of my orgasm, I have the sick thought that he should have made me take it in my mouth.
Dax groans, burying himself deep inside my pussy when he comes, his dick pulsing inside me. I squeeze my eyes shut, feeling every last fucking bit of it, just like he told me I would.
