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Behind Roman’s wide shoulders, I don’t even see who, or what touches my pussy, but softness teases it again, increasing the waves of pleasure crashing into me.
For all those stimuli, it’s not nearly as maddening as Marius’s tongue. I’m nowhere near close to coming. And Ineedto. I glance up to Marius, pleading. The ass just grins and I know he perfectly understands my growing frustration.
And he’s not doing anything to lessen it. This is more of his lessons. He wants to show me he can give me what I need in a way no one else can.
Friday night—or Saturday morning, more accurately—Violet and Rhys satisfied me for sure, but they’re nothing to the way Marius seems to understand my desires, my body, my needs.
A slight knock at the door diverts my attention. Rhys enters with a smile, already opening his belt. “I see we’re having a party.”
He kicks his beige pants off, not bothering to remove his shirt before hopping onto my bed. Again, I don’t see much with Marius blocking my view, but the feminine moan tells me he went straight for his wife, somewhere beneath us. She must be the one fingering my dripping cunt.
They both forget all about me, as the bed starts to squeak and shake underneath steady, hard thrusts. They’re fucking each other and I can’t see it. I want to see it. Hearing it isn’t close to enough.
“Let’s get this doll into another position before she cracks her neck trying to peep,” Marius chuckles, climbing over the bed.
Rom moves back, and Marius unceremoniously lifts the spreading bar like it—and by extension me, dangling under it—weighs nothing. Tension stretches my limbs, but it’s over in a moment; I’m dropped back down onto the bed, right over Roman’s lap, but facing Vi and Rhys.
He has her on all fours, driving in and out of her hard, fast, while his thumb circles her clit. Both of them watch me, likeI’mthe one making them so desperate to fuck like animals.
I never see him free his cock, but the telltale velvety softness of hard, warm skin pushes at my entrance, and Roman unceremoniously pushes in from underneath. His cock slides in in one single thrust, filling me completely. He grunts, sitting up to grab my tits again, from behind my back. Hedefinitelylikes those.
Roman rolls his hips to fuck me deep and slow, while I lie there helplessly, bent forward, my voice silenced by that horrible tape. If I could, I’d scream and beg for him to take me deeper, faster. I’d ride him and take my own pleasure. But the spreading bar makes me nothing but what Marius just called me: a useless doll.
Proving it again, he lifts it up in the air a second time—not high enough to levitate me, but enough to change the position. Roman’s cock suddenly bangs right at my g-spot, and his careful thrusts are too much all of a sudden. I scream beneath the tape, shivers running all over me.
I can’t. I can’t, I can’t, I can’t take more.
Roman’s arms snake under my elbows, holding me in that position, and Marius lets go of the bar to slide his boxers off. His cock springs up, pointing right at me.
My heart flutters. He’s going to remove the tape to make me blow him. I can finally talk, and scream, and curse him out.
But of course, he doesn’t. Instead, Marius kneels in front of me, that massive cock of his advancing right at my already stretched and full pussy.
He can’t possibly mean to—
His lips curve as he advances that monstrous cock, and pushes the head inside me, right along Roman’s thick length.
Oh no.
66
MARIUS
Every day with Sarah, I think I can’t possibly want her more—she can’t possibly make me harder. And every day, she proves me wrong. My entire body shakes with the concentration to takes not to blow right here as I watch the undiluted horror in her eyes while my cock strains to find room in her cunt.
I could tell her to breathe, to relax, to let me in. But both of us prefer the hard way.
Roman’s afraid to break her, which is why he’ll never manage to satisfy her alone. His shallow thrusts did little more than frustrate her. Now, they help me slide in.
I hiss between my lips as I retreat an inch, to advance two. Sarah whimpers as I’m finally sheathed inside her to the hilt. Holy fucking shit, between his cock and her dripping cunt, I’ve never known anything tighter.
Roman keeps his slow pace, and I could make it easy on her. I could follow, thrust in at the same time as him. I could even just leave my cock right where it is without moving—the friction from Rom fucking her would be enough to get both of us off inside that soft furnace. Instead, I purposely wait for him to withdraw to drive right in with force, giving her constant, unrelenting stimulation. The duct tape does little to muffle the screams. So I chuckle and do it again.
None of us is going to last—Roman, Sarah, me. We’re all racing toward a freefall. The dissonant rhythm, the multiple sensations, his hard cock against mine, her walls clamping around us while shefloods…it’s all just too much. It’s not my first time tag-teaming some girl, but it’s my first time losing my fucking mind as I do.
I’m paying zero attention to Violet and Rhys, but they must be done fucking, because both approach, Violet bringing her mouth to Sarah’s tits, while Rhys stands.
The dick dares peel off her tape in one smooth move. It was my prerogative and he knows it. I guess we’re never going to end this rivalry between us—trampling on each other’s territory, all because I had drinks with his wife once. Fucking pussy.
