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When I was in front of the camera and giving strangers what they wanted sexually, I had all the power. But right now, Gunnar and Tate were calling the shots, and I found it liberating and arousing to give that up.
Tate smoothed his hand over my hair. His touch started off soft, but then he gripped the strands harder and jerked my head back, pulling a pained gasp from me. Gunnar gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger, the digits digging into my flesh, causing even more discomfort.
It all made me wetter.
“Here is what’s going to happen,” Gunnar said and kept my head turned toward him.
Tate kept his hand in my hair. Both their touches were hard and firm, and they didn’t let up on the pressure. They were letting me know who was in charge.
“You’re going to take Tate’s dick, lick the tip, and clean all that salty pre-cum off before you take him to the back of your throat and gag on it.”
My jaw unhinged slightly at Gunnar’s words.
“And then I’m going to fuck that sweet little cunt of yours, while Tate fucks my ass.”
6
KITTEN
Gunnar’s words had a low, needy moan spilling from my parted lips.
“Such a good girl.” Tate loosened his hold on my hair to cup the side of my face. “Keep being good, and do what Gunnar wants. Show us those pretty breasts.”
My hands shook as I did what they both wanted. I didn’t have to take off much. Just a little tug of the spandex and I pushed the material down to hang around my waist. My breasts shook slightly from the sudden freedom, my nipples hard and feeling like my pulse was throbbing right at the center of them.
With one gruff sound, Gunnar turned my head toward Tate, who had his cock in his hand, his fingers gripping the base and guiding it to my mouth.
“Open wide. Show me how good you feel.”
I closed my eyes and let Tate’s words move through me. And when I felt the thick, bulbous, and silky feeling against my bottom lip, and the cooler, hard metal of the piercing there, I didn’t hesitate to drag my tongue over my stepbrother’s cockhead.
Instant saltiness coated my tongue, and I moaned as I did what Gunnar said and licked Tate’s crown clean until he was pulling me down his length.
He kept pushing in deeper and deeper, forcing me to take inch after inch. Neither man was small in any regard, and when I placed my hands on Tate’s thighs to stop him, he made a primal sound.
“Don’t stop sucking my cock, baby.” Tate emphasized his words by thrusting into my mouth deep enough that the tip hit the back of my throat until I gagged, and my eyes watered.
“Breathe out your nose, our beautiful whore,” Gunnar said, and I felt him move closer.
I did as I was told so I could keep taking him further in my throat. Tate pulled out and pushed back in, trying to go even deeper with each passing second.
Instead of trying to push Tate away with my hands on his thighs, I curled my fingers into his flesh and held on. I’d give them my discomfort to make them feel good.
Because that in turn made me wet.
With my eyes closed, I felt like my other senses were heightened. I could hear both of their harsh breathing. I could smell Tate’s soap and masculine cologne. I felt the smoothness of my stepbrother’s cock, and the ring there, moving along my tongue and loved the saltiness of his semen coating my taste buds.
And then everything went topsy-turvy when I sensed Gunnar move closer, heard him crouch behind me, and felt his body’s heat. The sensation of Gunnar’s tongue sliding up my spine had a muffled moan coming from me.
“Keep going,” Gunnar whispered against my ear as he smoothed his hand along the outside of my thighs and curved them until he was gripping my ass cheeks.
Hollowing out my cheeks and twirling my tongue around Tate’s bulbous head, I set all my attention on the thick length in my mouth. I was so into the taste of my stepbrother’s dick, and the feel of Gunnar massaging my ass, that everything else faded away until the only things that mattered was what these two men did to me.
Gunnar gripped the tumble of my strands and tightened just enough that my head tilted back, opening up my throat.
The new angle had Tate’s cock slipping in impossibly deeper. I couldn’t breathe and felt my eyes widen as panic rose in me.
My eyes started to water with each bump of Tate’s cockhead against the back of my throat. The sting of pain from Gunnar pulling my hair brought about a flash of pleasure.
