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“I’ll fuck her throat,” Manson said, his voice rushed, shaking. “And you make her scream.” Lucas nodded hurriedly, chest heaving. He stripped out of his clothes, and Manson came to my side, angling my upper body closer to the edge of the table.
He tugged down his briefs enough to allow his cock to spring free, inches from my lips. Pre-cum glistened on his head, and I opened my mouth eagerly, longing to taste him.
He gripped his shaft, stroking himself slowly.
“Do you want it?” he said, bringing himself teasingly close. “Want me to fuck your throat?”
“Yes, sir.” I nodded, gripping my legs even tighter as Lucas’s finger began to tease my ass.
Manson gripped the back of my head, pressing into my open mouth. He paused when he hit my throat, giving me a moment to adjust before he was fucking me in earnest, hardand fast. Every jerk of his hips hit deep, activating my gag reflex embarrassingly easily. Over the sounds of my own choking gasps, my body alight with the burning afterglow, I heard Lucas spit and his finger swirled the saliva over my hole.
Then the ice pressed against me again.
“Ahh, fuck!” My words were garbled, indiscernible, as Lucas pushed the cube inside. It wasn’t very big and was melted smooth, but it wasn’t the size that made it difficult. I squealed at the shocking ache, and then the unbearable cold as it settled inside me.
“God, that feels good,” Manson groaned. He gave a few more hard thrusts into my mouth before he eased out of me, wincing as if it pained him. His reddened head was swollen, his balls drawn up tight. He was edging, holding himself back. He gripped my hair tight as he bowed his head for a moment, breathing deeply to steady himself.
Lucas stood between my legs, his pupils dilated as he stared down at me, stroking himself. His naked body was covered in tattoos, from his shoulders to his thighs. A curved metal bar was pierced through his cock, one silver ball positioned low on his slit and the other nestled behind his head.
“I want you to watch Lucas fuck you,” Manson said, looking down at me. “Beg him for it, go on, let him hear you.”
I did, babbling my pleas. Lucas’s cock jumped as my voice broke in anticipation, a primal growl ripping from his mouth.
“Fuck yes, scream for me,” he said, pressing inside. My swollen pussy took him greedily, slick as he sunk in deep. The smooth ball on his piercing stroked me, strange and foreign, but so damn good. He was warm, blazing inside me in comparison to the cold of the ice cube in my ass.
He pounded into me, the slap of our skin loud as it echoed through the kitchen. Manson watched with rapt attention, encouraging me, “That’s it, angel, take his cock. Fucking take itall.”
“Lucas!” His name fell broken from my lips, punctuated with a sob. The table groaned at his pace, squeaking on the tile. He gripped my legs, his hands closing over my own as he jerked me toward him with every thrust.
“This is what you needed, isn’t it?” he said. “A good, hard fuck to teach you your place, remind you whose pussy this is.” I groaned, clenching around him. “I don’t care how many cocks you’ve had. I don’t give a single fuck how many bodies you’ve been with. This pussy is ours and it hasalways been ours.”
The pleasure tightened low inside me, pulsating, reverberating through my limbs. “It-it hurts…so good…”
“Say it,” Manson ordered, keeping a grip on my hair as Lucas pounded me. “Whose pussy is this, Jessica?”
“Yours!” I cried out as Lucas’s brutal pace wrenched animalistic sounds from me. My legs were twitching, every stroke drawing out my ecstasy until I couldn’t think.
“That’s right,” Lucas growled. “That’s fucking right. And we’re going to wreck this cunt for anyone else, you hear me?
I nodded mindlessly. Lucas fucked me like he hated me, my cries spurring him on until he was throbbing inside me. He clenched his teeth as he slowed, pressing himself so deep that it ached.
Manson’s voice cut through the blanket of pleasure smothering my brain. “I think we should leave her with a reminder of who owns her, pup.”
“Damn right.” Lucas’s voice was ragged as he leaned over me, his face looming before my tear-filled eyes. “You’re going to get on your knees and take our cum on your face, little fucktoy.”
I gasped as he pulled out of me. I was pulled up from the table, dizzy and stumbling, and Manson shoved me to my knees. They both stood over me, shoulder to shoulder. Lucas jerked his cock inches from my face, his expression caught somewhere betweenagony and ecstasy as he groaned. He was rough with himself, body coiled like a spring. Manson stroked himself rapidly, breath shuddering, teeth bared.
“Please,” I said. “Please come on my face.”
“Fucking…Christ…” Lucas’s cock twitched as he came, hot semen spurting over my skin. Manson followed almost immediately after, hard stuttering breaths accompanying every pulse of his cock. Their seed dripped over my cheeks, my lips, my chin. Marking me, claiming me.
Reinforcing what I already knew — they owned me.
25
Lucas
I brought the cigarette to my lips again, savoring a slow drag. Menthol and tobacco hit my throat with a pleasant burn, the nicotine steadying my shaking hands as I looked out on the Martins’ picture-perfect backyard. The grass was trimmed, and the bushes were tightly manicured. Everything was neat and tidy. Maintained.Controlled.
