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My ass was still sore from being fucked yesterday, but I didn’t care. I wanted Manson inside me so badly that I pressed back against him, pushing him deeper.
Lucas patted my cheek as he said, “Good girl, take it nice and deep.”
Manson entered me fully, pressing in those last couple inches as he groaned, “Fuck, you’re so tight.”
His first thrusts were slow, easing me into the sensation. Lucas kept a grip on my hair, then he squatted down beside me and said, “That’s it, let him use your ass, girl. Relax for him.”
The desire to be good, to make them proud, overwhelmed all other emotions. I arched my back, even though it made the ache inside of me intensify. Manson hummed in pleasure, his fingers tracing a soothing trail over my reddened cheeks.
“Very good,” he said, his hips moving in a rhythm that made my clit throb with excitement. “God, that’s so sexy. You take it so well.”
The wave of pleasure that overwhelmed me at those words of praise almost sent me into another dimension. My head sagged, and Lucas cupped his hand under my chin to relieve the strain on my hair, which was still wrapped around his palm.
“There you go, sweetheart,” he said. I could barely see his face through my half-lidded eyes. It was impossible to focus on anything other than the sensation of Manson fucking me. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”
Whimpering into my gag, I nodded. Wave after wave of ecstasy was building inside me, until my body felt so tight it was dizzying. My pleading words couldn’t be understood, they were nothing more than muffled sounds.
But Lucas could see the desperation on my face.
“Does the poor little fucktoy want to come?” he said, giving my head a shake. When I nodded, he laughed harshly. “Well, that’s just too damn bad.”
“Sorry, angel, that won’t be happening,” Manson said. “I told you we’re going to deny you, and I won’t go back on my word.”
Manson wrapped his arms around my chest and eased me back, and Lucas helped him reposition me. Manson held me on his lap as he sat back, keeping his cock sheathed inside me. He spread his legs, forcing mine to spread with them. He leaned back on one arm to brace himself and kept the other wrapped around me.
The result was that I was sitting impaled on Manson’s cock, my back to his chest. Lucas lined himself up with my pussy, his pierced head entering me slowly.
God, it was shockingly,stunninglytight. It seemed impossible how full I felt.
“You can take it,” Manson said, his voice hoarse. His breathing had deepened, his chest heaving against me. His cock twitched as Lucas thrust deeper.
Slowly, inch by inch, Lucas filled me. I saw stars and gasped for breath. The fullness of them both inside me was overwhelming.
“Fuck her good, Lucas,” Manson said. “I want her to need to come so badly, it breaks her.”
It was a good thing I was gagged, because I couldn’t control my volume as Lucas fucked me. His mouth jerked into a quick, eager smile as he watched me fall apart.
“What’s wrong, huh? That too much for you?” he crooned.
It was too much and yet I still wanted more. The feeling of them both inside me was completely mind-shattering. It wasn’t just the pleasure of it — it was the feeling of complete ownership. Complete control.
“I can feel him fucking you,” Manson murmured, his voice thick with pleasure. “Goddamn, that’s so good...”
Lucas made a sound, a groan strangled with need. He slowed down, as if he was trying to pace himself, and I could hear the sadistic smile in Manson’s words as he said, “Getting tired, puppy? I didn’t tell you to stop.”
Lucas lifted his eyes. He was looking past me, toward Manson, but I still got a clear look at the desperation on his face. He was past his endurance, trying to be obedient, but he was on the very edge of orgasm, struggling not to come.
I had to make that struggle a little more difficult for him. It was only fair since they weren’t going to let me come.
Lucas’s eyes widened as I clenched, as if I was doing a kegel. He went still, exhaling heavily, a tremor going through his arms. Manson chuckled in my ear, whispering, “You naughty little brat. What a mean thing to do, trying to make Lucas disobey me.”
When Lucas lifted his eyes again, he looked like he wanted to rip me in half. He was still taking measured breaths to control himself, but Manson didn’t seem to be in the mood to afford him any mercy.
He reached up, and as Lucas tried to get his breath, he caressed his fingers down the other man’s cheek. It seemed so tender, at first, an affectionate gesture, but then Manson gripped his jaw, jerked his face forward and said, “I didn’tfuckingtell you to stop.”
“I can’t...” Lucas barely squeezed the words past his clenched teeth. “I’m gonna come, Manson, I can’t —”
“You’re not going to come without my permission. If you do, I’ll edge you for a week and won’t let you come at all.”
