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He justhadto go there, didn’t he? Swearing in my head, I admitted, “I’ve thought about it.”
He gave me a look of approval. “Good girl. I know that wasn’t easy for you to answer honestly. Last question. Would you like Kaleb to eat you out before he fucks you?”
My body brightened. “Yes.”
Trace bit his lip, softly sliding his hand from my chin to my nape. “Shame for you, then, that he’s gonna do whatever the hell he wants.” He gripped my neck tight, his mouth setting into a ruthless slash. “Don’t fucking move.”
Chapter Five
Kaleb kicked my legs apart, snapped off my thong, and shoved two fingers inside me.
I gasped, my inner walls squeezing the digits.
“Yeah, she’s ready.” Kaleb withdrew his fingers. A zipper lowered. A wrapper crinkled. Something blunt and warm bumped my folds. Hands grabbed my throbbing ass tight enough to hurt.
Anticipation pumped through me, and my heart raced a mile—
A fat cock rammed into me, driving unbearably deep, stretching and filling meso damn perfectly.
Kaleb powered in and out of my pussy, his balls slapping me with each lunge. Each grunt was as feral and primitive as the animalistic way with which he took me.
My eyes drifted shut with the pleasure, my head drooping.
A hand delved into my hair, fisted, and snatched up my head. “Look at me,” said Trace. “I want your eyes while he fucks you.”
His own eyes held mine with such mind-melting intensity that I couldn’t have looked away even if I’d wanted to.
“My handprints look good on her ass,” said Kaleb.
Trace grinned. “I’ll have to add my own. Maybe bruise it up some. So she won’t be able to sit down without thinking of us.”
“Now there’s an idea.” Kaleb’s grip tightened. “So fucking tempted to blow my load all over her ass. I could even use my finger to shove some of my come up there.”
“Hmm, she’d likely bitch at you for that.”
“That wouldn’t get my come out of her ass, though, would it?”
I choked on a moan as Kaleb switched his angle, hitting a delicious spot inside me. I was gonna implode soon, and I knew it. There’d be no holding out. Not with him slamming so deep. Not with Trace’s tight hold on my hair. Not with how used and powerless I felt. Not with the way they again talked around me like I had no other purpose than to be taken; no other value than as a hole to be fucked.
I flexed my grip on the table’s steel bar, loving how hard Kaleb took me. So many sounds rang through the room. The jingling of the cuffs. The slapping of flesh on flesh. His grunts and groans. My moans and whimpers. Trace’s soft words of praise that brushed over my skin. The comments the two men exchanged.
I didn’t realize my eyes had once more drifted shut until Trace tugged on my hair and snapped, “Open.” A hand lightly tapped my face, making my eyelids flip upward and my pussy spasm. The latter reaction took me bycompletesurprise.
Kaleb grunted. “She liked whatever you just did.”
Trace’s eyes narrowed in speculation. “That so? Interesting. Let’s see just how rough she likes it.” He tightened his hold on my hair until my scalp burned, and my body reacted as I knew it would—fluttering around and squeezing the dick plowing into me.
Another grunt from Kaleb. “She liked that as well.”
Trace experimented more—yanking even harder on my hair, squeezing my jaw tight, biting into my cheek, collaring my throat, tapping my face a little harder—building the tension inside me until it became as agonizing as it was pleasurable.
I fractured. Out of nowhere. The orgasm didn’t creep up on me, itburstover me. I screamed and bucked and arched, completely swept up in the pleasure.
Once my release subsided, I collapsed against the table, panting. I felt all floaty and warm and dreamy, paying no real attention to Kaleb pulling out of me, or the unlocking of the cuffs, or even the words that he and Trace exchanged.
Then … well, it all happened so fast, so fluidly. My hands were cuffed again—this time behind my back. I was lifted, moved, turned. And I found myself leaning back into Kaleb, who’d perched his butt on the edge of the table behind us. He hooked my knees over the crooks of his elbows to hold my legs up and spread them.
In front of me, a now-shirtless Trace was rolling a condom over the cock he’d whipped out of his slacks. “Keep her still for me.” He tugged down the front of my dress, baring my breasts to the cool air. “Better.” He tilted my hips, inched his dick into my pussy, and took a punishing hold of my still-sore ass.
