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Hands roam over my body, claiming me for themselves. They pinch my nipples, waist, and clit, igniting sparks of pleasure that dance along my nerve endings and fuel the wildfire burning within me. The ache transforms into a symphony of need, urging me deeper into this intoxicating, sensual abyss.
My hips rock forward in a frenzy, a desperate howl escaping my lips as sensation ripples through me. My nails press against Matty’s thighs, an anchor in this whirlwind of desire.
The hand that once gripped my belly shifts, now tenderly stroking my skin, causing goose bumps to rise across my flesh. Lyric kisses the back of my head, his presence both comforting and electrifying.
“We’re going to make you beg for everything you want, sweetheart,” Matty whispers.
Lyric’s hand slides back, grabbing the nape of my neck, while his other hand traces down my body. I arch back against him, craving the contact, hoping to feel more of his hands against me. My desire for more earns me a sharp slap to my bottom, the sudden sting making me tremble with surprise and pleasure.
Somewhere in the room, Desmond groans, a low, guttural sound that reminds me he’s here. The mere thought of him witnessing this raw display tightens my core, intensifying the exhilaration that courses through me.
“Cock hungry whore.” Lyric chuckles wickedly, his hot breath brushing against my ear. Heat rushes to my cheeks at the explicit comment, not out of shame, but because I can’t deny the truth it holds.
Matty’s firm grip on my chin forces my head up, compelling me to look at him. “Suck me,” he commands, pulling my face back onto his throbbing cock, a forceful act that momentarily steals my breath before pleasure takes over.
Meanwhile, Lyric’s hand descends between my legs, gliding over my slick folds. He presses just hard enough to ensure I recognize his touch before he pinches my clit. A sharp whimper escapes me, the sensation overwhelming. However, Matty swiftly stifles any response by plunging his cock into my mouth again, withdrawing almost entirely before slamming it back in with a powerful thrust.
His quick, frantic movements are mirrored by Lyric’s persistent strokes against my clit. I let out a meek mewl, the sounds of my pleasure filling the room, each note punctuated by Matty’s gasps of pleasure. Without warning, Lyric pulls his hand away from me, his heat vanishing.
I lift my ass in the air, no longer restrained by caution, my body desperately craving their touch.
“Please.” The word is a muffled, fervent plea that is wrested out by the force of Matty’s cock plunging back into my mouth.
“You want to be filled?” Lyric’s voice, laced with a hunger that mirrors my own, questions from behind me. Although I can’t feel his touch, I sense his gaze scorching across my flesh.
“Yes!” The word is a fervent prayer as Matty’s cock hits the back of my throat, making me gag for a moment before I find my rhythm again, succumbing to the all-consuming desire that binds us together.
Desmond’s taunt echoes across the room, the words both a torment and a lure, playing with the raging battle within me. “You want them to fuck you deep and hard?” he taunts, throwing gasoline on the fire of my conflicting desires.
My nails dig into Matty’s thighs as I grapple with myself, torn between the need to embrace the all-consuming pleasure and the desire to maintain some semblance of control.
“Ass in the air.” Lyric’s voice is commanding, and in that moment, the decision is no longer mine to make. It shifts from a mere want to an insatiable need.
I push my ass higher, feeling my arousal dripping down my thighs.
Matty releases me for a split second, granting me the chance to look over my shoulder at Lyric. “Fuck me,” I say, my smile devilish. A flicker of exhilaration at having crossed a line comes with this new, intoxicating drug. “Please.”
Matty’s grip tightens on my hair, his thumb brushing across my swollen bottom lip before he pushes me back down onto his thick cock.
I feel Lyric’s hand caress my ass and trace the back of my leg before pausing. He grips my ankle firmly, squeezing it as he spreads my knees farther apart than I thought possible, asserting his dominance in the dance of desire.
Desmond paces around until he’s standing beside Matty, both of them looking down at me. “Look at how beautiful she is, boys,” he remarks, his words dripping with dark admiration at the sight of me so vulnerable, so consumed by our twisted desires. “Our queen.”
I whimper at his words of praise, craving their approval like a dark, insatiable hunger. Finally, I sense the press of Lyric’s cock at my dripping entrance and instinctively try to push back, but with my legs spread as they are, I’ll lose my balance. I grip Matty’s knees tightly, bracing myself for Lyric’s assault.
I can’t hold back the scream that tears through me when Lyric slams into my wet heat. The moment his head pushes past my folds, I instinctively squeeze around him, holding him in place with all the strength I can muster. This is what I had been waiting for—this feeling of being full, of being stretched.
“Do you like that, slut?” Lyric questions, the words a wicked symphony as he pulls out slowly until only the head of his cock remains inside me before slamming back in. All my tension and worry evaporate, replaced by a heightened sense of awareness of him.
Lyric begins his assault on my senses, first with long, slow strokes before gradually shortening them, each movement sending waves of pleasure through me. Matty grabs my hair, forcing my head up, while Lyric’s cock retreats from my wet warmth, a cruel reminder that he’s still there, before slamming back into me again.
“More!” I cry out, the desperate plea escaping my lips.
Lyric growls behind me, the primal sound reminding me of the forest and how he hunted me down. My core instinctively squeezes around him, attempting to coax his release from deep within.
Matty’s cock twitches, his hands tightly wrapped in my hair as he adjusts my head, guiding my lips to hover over his shaft.
Matty’s cock slaps into the back of my throat, causing me to gag, but it doesn’t deter him, not that I could resist. Both of them hold me in place, making sure I do exactly what they want, and I surrender to their dominance and the twisted pleasure they inflict.
