Marked (Primal Obsessions #2) - Cara Wylde Page 0,20
said and lit a cigarette, taking a seat on the bed, watching intently.
Both men were looking at me, in all their naked glory, their gigantic cocks up and thick, and slick with precum. They wanted me. They fucking wanted me and, somehow, that made me want them too, in a sick, twisted way. This was wrong. I knew it; they had to know it too. For fuck’s sake, Colt had just sold them on the idea that I was a body to be taken. Yet there I was, struggling, despite the fact that I was burning with desire.
Lincoln jumped onto the table in one swift motion and positioned himself above my face.
“Say aaah,” he laughed, and I shut my eyes and my mouth closed. He pinched my nose, and I eventually had to gasp for air, which was when he shoved his cock inside. “Bite, and I’ll take out all your teeth, you got me?”
I tried to nod, but my movements were limited, so I blinked rapidly.
“Good girl,” he said, then braced himself on the end of the table and started to fuck my mouth with little consideration given to how I felt about it. His cock was big and salty, and his balls were hitting my chin, the combination of sounds so obscene and yet so arousing. Wet, sloppy, flesh on flesh, my gagging and his heated grunts – it was like a veritable porn movie, and why the fuck wasn’t Colt fucking my pussy?
Lincoln pushed himself so further back my throat that my eyes filled with tears. I was suffocating, breathing in his pubic hair, his musky male scent – the smell that was raw male bear. He pulled back and smiled at me. He looked at me with such lust and desire in his eyes that this time, he didn’t need to tell me to open up again. I did it on my own. I didn’t know how long he spent above me, but his movements were becoming jerky, and I could feel his cum pooling in my throat. He lifted my head off the table, straining my poor arms even more, holding me tightly against his groin, while his cock shot the cum straight down my throat.
“Fuck yeah, this bitch feels good!” he yelled and bobbed my head on his length a few times before releasing me. He looked down at my flushed, wet face. “Best cocksucker ever.”
I wanted to cry, but I wasn’t allowed a moment of respite. I felt Colt’s cock at my entrance, and he pushed himself with ease inside of me. If Lincoln had set me aflame, Colt was burning me down to embers. I closed my eyes against the sensations, feeling his hardness work me up to my third, fourth, fuck knew how many orgasms I had. I was still trying to make them believe I still hated them, their touches, their… everything.
“You really silenced her, man,” Colt mocked as he pulled out. “Not so much fun now, but I have a good fix for that.”
I felt his wet tip at the other entrance. My eyes shot open.
“No, not there, please!”
Colt mocked and stuck a finger in my ass. “See, told you. I know how these sluts work.”
He used my slickness to loosen me up with his fingers, but I just knew it would be quite an adjustment to make. I’d never had anything up my ass, Jack wasn’t… he wasn’t that adventurous.
“Please don’t! Please, I’ll do anything!”
Both men were laughing. “Anything?” they asked.
“Yes, please, just don’t!”
“If you beg so nicely, then who are we to deny you?”
They exchanged a look I did not like, and then Lincoln was lifting me off the table and getting under me.
“Continue what you were doing, then,” he laughed, and instead of my ass, Colt was now loosening my pussy, going from two fingers to three, to an entire fist moving in and out of me.
I had never felt fuller or more exposed.
That was until they both entered me and yes, now it was the fullest I’d ever felt.
I screamed in humiliation, or pleasure, or pleasurable humiliation. I didn’t know anymore. I was sandwiched between two walls of muscle, two alpha males who could rip me apart with barely any effort, and their mighty cocks were jackhammering my poor cunt. I let myself go. Crying, I allowed them to hear me moan and grunt and finally, I moved my hips to take more and more of them. We all came almost at the same time,