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“I was just…I was thinking that your cock is just as big as Rhys’s,” I admit. “And…I was thinking about how good you’re going to feel inside of me.”
“I love how excited you are about taking my cock, princess.” Van smirks. “But we’re going to need to make sure your mouth can handle it first.”
“I’m ready whenever you are, Van—”
My words are interrupted by Van’s shaft roughly sliding between my lips, his dusky cock soon taking up all the available space in my mouth. I groan at the feel of him resting on my tongue, my pussy becoming exceedingly, almost embarrassingly wet as I taste some of his excitement, a few drops of Van’s pre-cum landing on my closest tastebuds.
I shift even closer to his frame before I start to bob my head up and down the length of his cock, taking as much of his shaft as I can between my lips. Van groans as I continue to suck him off, his groaning only encouraging me to take him in my mouth at an even faster pace, letting even more of his shaft slip between my lips with each of my motions.
“Fuck…Alyssa…” Van groans again. “Is this how you sucked Rhys’s cock, too? No wonder he’s been so obsessed with you.”
I whimper at the mention of Rhys, some fucked up part of me wishing that he was behind me right now, pulling down my panties, slamming his cock inside of me the way he always likes to do. But even though Van keeps mentioning Rhys every other minute, I have a feeling that he’s not going to appreciate me actually craving Rhys’s cock while I’m sucking him off at the same time.
Just then, I feel Van’s palms on either side of my cheeks, holding my mouth in place as he starts to forcefully thrust his cock between my lips. I try to match the intensity of his thrusts, attempting to move my head up and down to match his speed, but it’s no use. Van is fully in control of the moment, and he’s fucking my mouth like I’m some kind of living, breathing sex doll made specifically for his pleasure.
And the worst part is that I’m loving every moment of it.
“Turn around,” Van instructs as he suddenly pulls his cock out of my mouth, the absence of his shaft causing me to let out an involuntary whimper.
I then do as I’m told, turning around for him, making sure to push my ass up in the air as I shift positions. A few seconds later and I feel Van positioning himself right behind me on the bed, the tip of his huge cock soon sliding right inside of me. It’s such an easy fit that I find my heart starting to rapidly beat behind my chest, anxious about the idea of Van thinking that I’m way too easy, that my body accepts a cock like his like it’s my second nature and that’s enough to categorize me as aslutand never bother touching me again.
But nothing like that ever comes out of Van’s mouth. He presses his hands on either side of my waist, his fingers digging into my skin as he thrusts his shaft deep inside of me. Once he’s seemingly stuffed as far as he can go, he presses his weight against my back until I’m lying prone against the mattress.
And then Van proceeds to fuck me from behind, trapping me between his cock and the mattress, my moans caught against the fabric of the bedsheets. It feels like I’m trapped underneath him, but I’m trapped in a way that’s making my heart absolutely soar, my body right on the verge of giving him whatever he wants from me. A few more of Van’s thrusts and I’m coming for him, hard, my thighs shaking as he pushes inside of me again, my still-tied hands gripping the bedsheets as much as I’m able to in an attempt to mitigate the intensity of the orgasm that sweeps through me.
As I’m in the midst of coming for him, I feel Van lower his head toward my own, his words coming out as a dark whisper, “Are you enjoying yourself, princess?”
“Yes,” I answer, my pussy tightening around Van’s cock.
“You look so fucking perfect like this,” he whispers again. “Taking my cock. Although sometimes I wonder how beautiful you’d look if you were taking another cock or two at the same time. Do you ever wonder about that too, princess?”
“…Yes,” I admit, without even a moment of hesitation. “Yes, I…I wonder about that, too.”
“You do, huh?” There’s a smirk in Van’s tone as he speeds up his thrusts, pounding my pussy at a much faster pace. “Well, princess, if that’s what’s on your mind, I’m sure all you have to do is ask. I’m pretty sure Rhys would love nothing more than to be inside of you again. Hell, maybe even Cameron would stuff your pussy too, if you asked him nicely enough.”
I groan at Van’s suggestion, an image flashing in front of my eyes of me being fucked into oblivion by all three of the guys in the band.
Fuck.
What’s wrong with me?
It’s obvious that Van is just using all of these suggestions as some form of dirty talk. He’s probably getting more turned on by the taboo of it all, not because he actually wants to share me with Rhys and Cameron.
And yet,I’mgetting turned on by just thinking about it, my mouth nearly watering as I think about Rhys’s huge cock. I wonder if Van and Cameron would want to take turns fitting their shafts inside my pussy or if one of them would prefer to slide their cock deep inside of my ass, instead—
No.
I need to stop. All of this is just supposed to be some fun, fucked-up fantasy. Besides, it’s not like Cameron has ever shown any interest in me outside of the studio. I mean, sure, there was that one time after our first concert where I was pretty damn sure we had amomentbetween us, the kind of moment that could have led to him fucking me up against one of the tables backstage.
But as far as I know right now, Cameron is the last guy standing, the last guy in the band who isn’t expressly interested in fucking me in his free time. Which means that I need to stop daydreaming about him fucking me, especially while Van is still inside of me, his thrusts so strong that they’re causing my chest to pleasurably rub against the bedsheets as a result, my nipples aching each time I move.
“Van...” I moan his name, another orgasm building up between my thighs. “Van...I’m so close…”
“I don’t care,” Van calmly replies. “I don’t care how many times you come, princess. We’re not going to be finished until I’m finished with you, until I say it’s time for you to stop being fucked.”
“Van...” I moan his name again, something inside of me snapping into a million satisfied pieces after he speaks, my skin turning impossibly warm as I come right on Van’s still-thrusting cock. I then let my head rest against the mattress, as Van continues to move inside of me, my body happily taking each of his thrusts, my pussy inevitably leaving a stain underneath me from how wet he’s been able to make me ever since he first kissed me downstairs.
And as Van perfectly fucks me, my mind drifts off somewhere peaceful and quiet—almost like as long as Van is inside of me everything’s going to be fine. I then feel the usual bout of anxiety completely disappearing that the longer Van claims my pussy as his own, the longer he claims me too.
