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“Keep fucking her with the gun, Lik.”
The gun starts moving again, and pleasure spreads even though I’m certain I’m about to die. Moans choke down my throat and Sam fucks my mouth relentlessly.
There is not an ounce of mercy left in this man, and he isn’t afraid to prove it.
My nails bite into my palms, cutting bloody crescents through my skin. My toes curl and my legs shake as I feel my orgasm building back to life. The noise of Sam throat-fucking me resonates loudly and past the ringing in my ear.
My body follows Lik’s movement until Sam lets go of the belt and pulls out. My breath intake is loud, clogged with spit falling from my mouth to my throat. I moan loudly when Lik pushes the gun far inside me and then stops short.
“Fuck,” I weep. “Fuck…” My words mix with my breath. “I need to come.”
“You sure do,” Lik chuckles. “You’ve made a big mess down here.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, not liking the sound of that.
“Lik, come here. Leave the gun in.”
A whimper passes my lips, knowing I will still feel full and have no way of moving the toy myself.
When did you start calling a fucking gun a toy!
Their presence is mighty when they settle by my head. I hear them kiss, and I feel them touch each other. I watch Sam’s hand undoing Lik’s jeans and pushing them down. I see as he grabs his hard cock and starts jerking him.
And I want to be part of it.
I writhe and shiver, dying for their touch. My clit is swollen, aching with a need to be touched. Lik curses, grunts, and I hear their mouths clashing against each other. A moan bubbles up his throat, transferring into Sam’s mouth and down to his chest. They tremble with need, and I feel the electricity coursing through them. It’s like feeling it in the air when a storm is coming.
Sam guides Lik to my face, and it’s his turn to push past my lips. I open my mouth wide for him and let him slide down. He’s not as big as Sam, so his girth doesn’t hurt as much. Still, I feel him choking me, forcing past the back of my throat. He comes back out, and Sam replaces him. On each side of my face, I hear them hiss with pleasure. And above me, I listen to them kissing. I barely see them, yet I know it’s beautifully chaotic.
They use me like this for longer than I can keep up with. My throat is raw, and I am covered in spit. It’s gone down my neck, over my ears, and in my hair. And I’m wetter than I could have imagined. They both grab my breasts simultaneously and, in turn, pull at my nipples to ensure sure they stay hard and taut. My shoulders ache from remaining in this position for what feels like hours. It might not be, but it surely feels longer than I should have ever been in that position for.
Lik grunts loudly when they both push inside my mouth. They don’t fit down my throat, making me gag. Still, they push, pull out, come back, and moan at how tight they both feel in my mouth and against my inner cheeks.
When they finally stop, I can’t utter one word. I can’t swallow or do anything. I’m spent and can barely feel anything anymore. Their aftertaste is all I taste.
My pussy is pulsing around the gun, and I’ve attempted to grind on it so many times only to fail as many in bringing more pleasure out of it.
Sam stays where he is, while Lik takes back his space between my legs. I feel him pull the gun out, and I hold onto whatever small pleasure that brings.
“Say ‘fuck me, please, Lik.’” I hear Sam, barely. I’m in a different universe, where everything sounds like I’m underwater, where everyone looks far and blurry.
The belt tightens around my throat, a warning. “Fuck me…please…” My voice is barely above a whisper, so raw and broken. “…please, Lik.”
“My pleasure, princess.” He’s in a world far away.
And not only he slams inside me, but on the other side, Sam buries himself in my mouthagain. He’s holding tightly on to the belt, making sure tears mix with the stars that spark in my vision.
It’s almost unbelievable to think Lik has only ever fucked one woman: me. There’s a sense of ownership that spreads through me at the same time as the pleasure he imposes on my battered body. The ache from yesterday has wholly disappeared, drowned in how wet they’ve made me and how malleable I now feel.
He grabs my legs, pushing my knees against my chest, and pounds harder. Every single one of my moans is pushed back down by Sam’s cock. When Lik pushes, I crash against Sam. And every time Sam pushes back, Lik gets deeper inside me.
I writhe, tensing under the torture. Every time I wonder how much longer I can take, Lik switches positions, forcing more pleasure to flood my veins. More endorphins to control my brain. He puts one leg above each of his shoulders coming closer to me, deeper. He’s so tight against me I can feel all of him. Not only his dick filling me up and the tip hitting against my insides but I also feel my ass cheeks against his pelvis, the back of my thighs going up his abs and chest, and my calves against each of his shoulders. One of Sam’s hands comes to pinch my nipples one after the other, and the other drops the belt and starts stroking my clit.
I’m so full of them, my skin so intimate with theirs that we are becoming one. Their movements are synchronized, my body a victim of their thrusts and lust. Sweaty bodies, pants, moans, grunts…it all becomes a mess of pleasure and emotions.
“You’re going to come for us, Rose. And when you do, I want you to remember exactly who owns you. Scream the name of your new king.”
It’s not one thing that makes me tip over the edge. It’s a fusion.
