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Hands roam across my body once again, igniting a storm of sensations. They tweak my nipples, pinch my clit, and graze over my ribs, leaving me lost in a sea of pleasure, unable to control any part of myself as they find a relentless rhythm.
Lyric’s hands slide over my hips, grabbing and lifting me with the force of his thrusts, causing me to scream harshly against Matty’s cock. The intensity of his powerful thrusts is almost painful, but my body takes it, soaking it up and yearning for more. Lyric keeps pounding into me, this time from below, in a ferocious assault that sends waves of pleasure through me.
“I want you to come on his cock,” Desmond instructs, his words making me flow down Lyric’s cock. “Can you do that for us?”
Goose bumps explode over my body at their filthy words. The mere thought of their desires and commands sends shivers down my spine. I scream against Matty’s cock, my desperation for his release heightened as pre-cum coats my tongue.
“You’re so fucking wet,” Lyric observes, his voice dripping with lust. He spreads my ass cheeks apart, and I hear him spit before feeling it slide over my ass. His fingers press against my bud, and he spits again before slowly pushing one inside. The initial pinch eases as he works his finger inside, gradually coiling me tighter and tighter. “I can’t wait to fuck this tight little hole.”
Silently, I beg him to add another finger, praying that the second one will push me over the edge, giving me the release I crave. All I want is to come.
“Suck him deep,” Lyric commands, his voice gruff as he stretches me open with each forceful thrust of his hips, pushing me closer to the precipice of pleasure and submission.
My body is a tempest, spiraling toward its breaking point. I feel Lyric’s fingers working, adding more spit as he moves them in and out of me in sync with his thrusts. His nimble, precise motions punctuate every forceful thrust from Matty, who holds my head and pushes his cock down my throat until I choke on it.
The pace of everything escalates until I’m screaming around Matty’s cock, my body begging for release once more.
“Swallow his cum, dove!” Lyric commands, the urgency pushing me higher. “Fucking swallow it all! Take every drop, and don’t you fucking dare spill any,” he orders, halting his thrusts to push my head down on Matty’s cock while retaining control over his movements.
Minutes seem to stretch into an eternity before a large, heavy thrust from Matty slams into my throat, sending wave after wave of sticky, hot cum down the back of my throat. It’s so thick that I have to swallow or choke, and I do my best to comply, sucking and swallowing as if he’s the only nourishment available to me.
Lyric lifts me off Matty, guiding me until my knees are just outside his. His hand wraps around my neck, while he dips the fingers of his free hand inside my mouth. Cum still drips from my lips, and he uses it to lubricate his fingers as he slowly massages my clit.
The combination of sensations is electrifying. Pleasure mingles with the raw taste of submission, propelling me further into the depths of their world, where pleasure and power entwine.
“Fuck, your hungry little cunt isn’t going to let me draw this out.” Lyric’s words are a heated whisper as he grinds against me forcefully, the need for release palpable. “You going to milk my cock, little dove?”
Breathless, I look over at Matty and Desmond, both of them watching Lyric take me, their eyes filled with lust. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice barely more than a breath, my body aflame with desire.
“You want to come?” Lyric continues to roll his hips, each movement driving his cock deep inside me, fueling the burning desire within.
“Yes.” I try to push back against him, craving the intensity, but Lyric holds me still, his grip firm and unwavering. I fix my eyes on Desmond and Matty as they become the voyeurs, their gazes sending a wave of heat straight to my core.
Lyric slides his finger into my mouth again, the act a gesture of dominance and pleasure combined. “Good,” he whispers, watching my cheeks expand as I suck his fingers. “I need to feel your pussy milking this cock when you come.” His grip tightens on my hips, and he slams back into me, the force driving me closer to the edge.
“I’m going to come!” I moan, the anticipation almost unbearable.
“Fucking come!” Lyric demands, his voice filled with urgency and lust.
He doesn’t stop slamming into me, relentlessly pursuing ecstasy, as I explode, every muscle in my body contracting and releasing. He holds me in place against him as I shudder in the throes of ecstasy, my breasts bouncing wildly as I attempt to catch my breath in the aftermath of pleasure.
“Fucking take it,” Lyric snarls in pleasure. One hand still grips my hip possessively, while the other releases my neck to wrap around my chest, pinching one of my nipples.
Lyric continues rocking into me, the fervor of his desire palpable, and he soon follows close behind, clamping his hand tightly around my breast as he finds release inside me. The tips of his fingers dig into my skin, a sensation of relief and release. He holds perfectly still for several moments, seemingly unwilling to part from the warmth of my body, leaving me filled with his seed.
He kisses my shoulder before pulling out.
“Fuck,” Matty whispers, his hands framing my face after leaning down to kiss me tenderly. “It’s so hot listening to you get taken like that, hearing you moan and fucking whimper while you suck my cock.” He pushes a thumb gently into my mouth, the other thumb swiping across my nipple. He leans close, his breath jagged as he adds, “I can’t wait to fill your pussy with my seed and breed you like a whore.”
My body lights up at his words.
Desmond steps close, lifting me up from between the Hayes brothers. My legs feel shaky and sore, my body a canvas of aches and pleasure. My pussy throbs, reminding me of the intensity of the encounter, and I know bruises will cover my skin tomorrow. I feel Lyric’s seed dripping down my thighs as Desmond walks me to the bathroom.
The lights turn on brightly, and then Desmond dims them, the soft glow more soothing. Matty steps forward, turning the shower on and letting steam fill the air. None of us speak, the silence heavy with the lingering echoes of our passion and the unspoken understanding of what just transpired. Each of us is lost in our own thoughts and sensations as we prepare to wash away the physical remnants of our desires.
“Can you stand?” Desmond finally breaches the heavy silence.
I nod, acknowledging that I can stand, though walking seems impossible without their assistance. Wrapping my arms around myself, I shiver a little, the remnants of the intense encounter still tingling on my skin. I hobble over to stand under the hot spray of water, which instantly eases my aching muscles, providing respite and comfort.
