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Does this get him off too? Does he want to watch his best friend fuck me?
“No,” I manage, “I want him to stay.”
I should be more intimidated than I am. Two dangerous men, both of them in control of me, both of them able to overpower me, and do whatever they wish. A spark of excitement rushes through my body and into my clit as I drag my hands down over the front of Dante’s shirt, unbuttoning every button until his chest is bare, and my nipples rub against his abs.
“You wanted me so bad,” I say to Saint, “and now, you’re just going to let me fuck your best friend?” I unbuckle Dante’s slacks and slide them to the ground. His cock is hard and buoyant, throbbing with urgency.
“I like watching other men touch what I want,” he says. “Now be a good girl and suck his cock.”
My heart races, my clit thumps, and every nerve in my body turns to icy fire as he talks.
“You want me?” I whisper, desperate to hear him say it.
Saint stands from the chair and his pants fall to the ground, his cock long and hard as he walks toward me. His hand goes to the back of my neck, and his gaze sits on mine. “I want you. And when I deserve you, you’ll be mine.” With his hand on my shoulder, he lowers me to my knees, then stands behind me, his hands in my hair as I part my lips and take Dante’s cock into my mouth.
Moaning, Dante grips my neck and thrusts into me, bending backward to get as deep as he can. “Good girl,” he groans. “Just like that. Take it all.”
I’ve never been one to obey anyone, for any reason, but the way Dante moans when I lick the head of his cock makes me feel more alive than I’ve ever felt, and knowing Saint is watching gets me that much wetter. So wet, it’s embarrassing.
Saint drags his hand down my back, and sits behind me on the floor, his hand thrusts over his cock and I attempt to reach for it myself, but he brushes me away. “Not yet,” he groans with warm heat into my ear. “Not until I’ve earned it.”
I’m tempted to pull off Dante’s cock and tell him that he’ll never deserve me, but it feels too good the way he’s stretching my mouth open and I want more.
Saint drags his hand up onto the back of my head and presses me into Dante’s cock harder and faster.
“My dick is so hard for you, Cinderella,” Saint groans, standing from behind me. His cock is inches from my face, hard and thick. It would be so easy to slide him through my lips and taste his come. “Bend up onto the bed for Dante. I want to watch him fuck you.” He pauses and walks toward the bed, waving me in next to him.
I bend onto the bed and lift my ass into the air like I had before. My pussy aches, drips, and pulses with anticipation. I’m high, drunk on these men, desperate for their cocks in me all at once.
Saint kisses my shoulder and Dante lands his palm over the top of my crease. His hands are huge, enveloping me at once until his finger slides in through my slick, warm folds. Heavy and breathing hard, Dante leans into my ear. “I need to know you want me.” His tone is husky and rough with desperation in the undertones.
“Of course I want you,” I cry, as he thrusts his fingers deeper inside, scrubbing at the top of my walls with a come hither motion that curls my toes into the air.
My eyes shut and moan after moan spills into the air with a desperation I’ve never felt. I need to come.
“Turn her over,” Saint demands, with a deep shake in his throat. He’s getting impatient. I can see it all over his face. He reminds me of a kid waiting in line for ice cream, except he’s never getting his vanilla cone with sprinkles. He’s just going to watch the other kid lick up what could’ve been his.
Dante turns me onto my back and stares down at me, his nostrils flaring, the cord in his neck bulging and impatient. He kisses the inside of my thigh slowly and works in toward my core, caressing me gently before licking my crease. He’s careful with his tongue at first, precise with his movements, but that doesn’t last for long.
“I need to be inside you, beautiful. Can I be inside you?” His eyes are hooded, and intense on mine as he looks up from between my legs, kissing me gently.
“Not yet,” Saint snarls. He’s at my side, stroking his cock just a few inches from my face. “Tell me what she tastes like.”
Tell me what she tastes like?There’s a shake in his voice when he asks, and I know he wishes it were his tongue on my body, butI can’t figure why he won’t just take it. He doesn’t seem like the kind of guy that would deny himself a pleasure simply for beingundeserving. If that were true, the man would be a virgin, and that’s a laughable thought when it comes to the big, bad, wolf.
I jump as Dante’s tongue rushes over my clit, then flicks the swollen bulb in circles.
“She tastes like fucking heaven,” Dante says, licking his way up my stomach and onto my nipples.
“More descriptive,” Saint barks, jerking his cock harder.
Dante swirls his tongue again, and pulls up a suction so deep that my hips jump up from the bed.
“Pineapples and salt,” Dante groans, his eyes on me. “You’re so sweet.”
Saint pumps himself harder. “Kiss her. Let her taste what you’ve made.”
Dante climbs his muscular body up toward me, his large, heavy cock scraping along my leg as he moves.
