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“So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “Keep going, Caspian. I want to feel her convulsing on my fingertips.”
I cry out, my body shaking as my fiancé’s friend pumps his cock in and out of my mouth. My eyes are fluttering, my heart hammering in my chest. I need more.
I grip Caspian’s thighs. I look up at him. I silently beg for him to keep going, hating myself.
"Good girl," Dex murmurs, and it sends shivers of pleasure down my spine, a sensation I never expected and one that makes me hate myself. "Keep going."
My throat accepts his friend’s cock as he pushes deeper inside me, and I let out an embarrassing sound as I adjust to his girth. Shame colors my cheeks as I realize I’m dripping. I’m eager for more. I’m desperate to come. I hope they can’t notice.
"Look at her," Caspian laughs. "She can barely hold back."
Fuck.
"You want to come, toy?" Dex asks me, and I close my eyes. "Just a little way to go before you can soak my fingers."
"Please," I croak as Caspian pulls out of my mouth. "Please."
"Please what?" they ask in unison.
I glance between them, not knowing which one would give me more mercy.
"Please... make me." My cheeks burn with shame as I utter the words. "Make me come."
Dex looks up at Caspian, growling, "I think it’s time for you to leave."
"What?" His friend glares back. "No fucking way. It's finally getting good!"
"Time to go." Dexter advances on him while I breathe heavily, my pussy exposed.
Caspian takes a step back. I don't know who'd win in a fight between the two of them, but it's looking like I won't find out tonight.
"Fine," Caspian spits out, zipping up. "But you're gonna pay for this."
He leaves the room, slamming the door behind him. And now it's just Dexter, me, and the tension in the air that's threatening to make me scream in frustration.
He gets on the bed and regards me, from top to bottom, letting his eyes wander over the wetness between my legs. Then, unceremoniously, he buries his face between my legs.
The sensation is so intense my eyes roll back. His tongue isn't a reward. Its lashings are a cruel punishment and a strict reminder that I belong to him, and nobody else. He's coaxing the orgasm out of me. It feels like he's sucking my goddamn soul out through my pussy.
"No!" I cry out when I feel it starting, but it only makes him grab my hips, burying his face deeper in my folds. "Stop, stop, stop, please, don't, I can't, I won't, please, I... Fuck!"
It's like the sky has split open, pouring stars and suns and heat and light through the hole in the inky darkness. My body convulses. Dex is holding me down firmly, drinking the juices that spill down my inner thighs. I let out a helpless wail but it's too late. I'm coming.
He laps at me. Licks me. Sucks me. Fucking devours me. And once he's done, he pulls back, and kisses me again. He tastes like me. He tastes like the unwilling orgasm he just stole from me.
"Remember that," he mutters at me. "Every fucking time you forget who owns you, I'm going to come back and make you do that again. And I'm going to drink from your pussy like a goddamn tap until you have nothing left to give."
I curl up, shaking, on the verge of tears. For a moment I think I've swayed him. That he'll stay and kiss it better. He watches me, hand still on his cock, lips glistening with my wetness.
"I hate you." The words leave my lips before I can stop them, and his eyes go back to the black from before. "You can take what you want from my body, but you'll never have my mind."
"Oh, I will," he growls. "Even if I have to fucking break you into pretty little pieces to have it."
He kneels next to me, holding
out his arm.
"I'll have it right here then," he says sweetly. "In the palm of my hand. You know what I'm going to do then?"
