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“Focus,” Sam tells him.
“Yes, Sir.” There’s a playfulness in his tone and I can imagine him winking at his boyfriend. He’s so eager to keep going.
He comes out, and every time he comes back in, he pushes in a little deeper. The pressure builds inside me, even as the pain comes again.
“Sam,” I rasp. “I’m sore…” My breath catches in my throat, dying to turn into a moan. It’s true, I’m sore and it hurts, but it feels good. I don’t understand it. I can’t make sense of it.
“Just let go,” Sam tells me softly. My pussy tightens around the silencer as Lik pushes it further in.
“Almost there, princess,” Lik adds with encouragement. The nickname he’s forced on me liquifies my insides.
How? How did he turn something I hated so much into the praise I live for?
I can’t fight it anymore. Pleasure pushes a scream past my throat. It comes out ragged, broken, and builds back again at the same time as my orgasm does.
“Don’t let her come,” Sam orders his boyfriend.
“How am I meant to control that?” Lik throws back, making the former laugh.
I can barely hear them, lost in my own desire and yearning. My entire body is taut and ready to snap. My hips are undulating to the rhythm of Lik’s thrusts, and he sounds fascinated when he talks again.
“It’s all in. She’s taking it so fucking well. I…” A long sigh. “I’m fucking jealous of your gun, Sam.”
They laugh together, humiliation coursing my body and mixing with the pleasure in my veins. The mix of both dulls the pain I was feeling. It only lets out a fountain of pure, crystal gratification.
Sam’s hands are on my tits, spreading Simon’s blood. “You’ll know when she gets close.”
I don’t know if it’s the fact that his hands are huge or my tits are tiny, but he takes two handfuls effortlessly. And he pulls so much that my back lifts off the mattress.
I scream as my whole body trembles with a new need. Lik’s thrusts become harsher, as my legs start to shake and a flame sparks from inside me. My moans shorten until they turn into a shattered sound.
And they both stop.
I yell something in frustration, cursing them both.
“I see,” Lik admits, like studying a scientific experiment.
I’m writhing on the bed, rolling my hips to try and fuck myself on the gun some more. Lik lets go of the weapon, leaving it inside me.
“Don’t stop,” I plead.
Something clinks, it must be Sam’s belt. It’s confirmed a moment later when he wraps it around my throat, slipping it through the buckle. He’s got one end in his hand, and when he pulls, it tightens against my airways.
“Open your mouth,” Sam orders. It’s like my body truly learned from earlier. My mouth drops open, my tongue sticking out until I can feel it against my chin. “Good little slut,” he praises.
I didn’t hear his zipper or him shuffling. I was too taken by my own need to come. I startle when I feel his hard dick sliding against my tongue as he coats himself in my spit. With him so close, I can do nothing but feel him. All of him. His musky scent, the softness of his skin. And I see the tattoo on his dick.
It’s strange because I thought I had seen every single one of Sam’s tattoos. He’s got too many to count, that even he doesn’t know anymore. But I had never seenthisone. I can’t quite tell what it is.
I don’t get a chance to think about it too much. He pushes along my tongue until the tip slips inside my mouth and catches against my inner cheek. On the outside, he slaps my face. He grunts, and I feel his feet shift on the floor.
“Fuck, Rose…” He pulls on the belt, and it pinches the skin around my throat, making me hiss.
I can’t explain how challenging and satisfying it is to be in this situation. All I’ve ever wanted in my life was for Sam to lust over me. I’ve dreamed of the things he used to do to other people. Yet having it done to me feels like I’m betraying the kids we used to be. He’s becoming a stranger who makes my body feel good, using it for his own pleasure. I struggle to separate the two.
Pulling out, he comes back in stronger. He shoves his hard cock into my mouth, down my throat. Then he pulls on the belt.
I gag completely. Instantly, I feel the blood flow to my head being cut. My lungs attempt to expand, begging for air. Tears flow down my face and my body spasms.
