Page 77 of The Princess Tied

“No idea what that answer was. Spank her anyway.” John grabbed his cock through his pants. “She needs some double teaming to get her into line.”

Xander coughed. “Fuck. You jumped the queue with that suggestion. Now my dick is digging into the bed. However.” He sat up and flipped her onto her stomach again then slowly hauled her down the bed while he knee-walked backward to the edge. “I like to edge out my fucking and my coming.”

As he pulled her, the slip rolled up her body, and when he hopped off the bed to sit and put her over his lap, she was naked except for the cloth gathered above her tits.

John groaned and leaped from the bed. While watching Xander handle her ass and play between her legs, he unbuttoned and pulled off everything. “You do what you want then hold her still for me.”

He grasped his erection, folding his fingers and thumb around it and stroking himself as Xander spanked her. He smacked her lightly, then harder, making her ass redden and Po wriggle and squeak.

Nothing turned him on more than watching her and him do that—well nothing at this moment. Other times, other things.

He was going to come in his hand any second.

So he stopped and squeezed his dick, hard, mouth taut, looking away from the beautifully deviant tableaux of naked Po and his bro dominating her, punishing her. For an excruciating second, he paused in his dirty thoughts, then he went to them and grabbed her hair.

Slowly, deliberately, he hauled up her head.

John tapped her cheek, smiled. Fuck. Her bare-ass naked, red-bottomed, and Xander and him with her at their mercy and tied up. His cock bobbed at the thought of what they could do.

“Open that mouth, princess brat.”

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

opened her mouth wide, jaw straining, eyes locked on John’s formidable purple ones that made her imagine a thunderstorm rolling in. Fire eyes had been good, but this was equally a turn-on. They had changed color from lighter to this. Now she knew how he looked when he wanted to fuck her, or her mouth.

“Good girl,” he said, sliding the head inside and over her tongue… cruising the length in, this hard mouthful that tasted of him.

She choked a little, spluttering when he went deeper, and that only made him stare and stop, his eyes narrowing.

“We need to train you to take us deep.”

“That will be interesting,” Xander said above.

Fingers slipped into her entrance, in and out, but shallow, while John experimented with fucking her mouth.

The hold in her hair was making her eyes roll up.

He stopped partway in, groaning, and extracted himself, with the pulse of something in his dick fluctuating against her tongue.

He stepped away but his hand stayed on her, scrunching in and lancing pain into her scalp, and Xander was doing more to her between her legs.

The throb from her newly spanked ass mixed with the pressure of him forcing fingers into her, and she spread her legs to let him.

“That’s it. Wider, princess. Fuck. I missed all this? Weeks of it?” Xander stuck two or three into her, far too deep, or just the right depth, either way it made her squeak and pant and wriggle, Her clit was hard and pressing on his leg.

“Jealous, bro?”

“Yes. Who would not be?” He bit her ass and she yelped. Then he ground his fingers into her again.

“Oh. Ohhh.” The heat in her rose, spread, choking her throat. Those fingers… She wriggled. “More.”

They both laughed. “When we want to. Make her beg?”

“Absolutely.” The grip on her hair switched from one man to the other, and Xander leaned over, kissing her, fingers stilled but deep and rotating. He pulled them out while he was tonguing her mouth.

Gasping, confused at what was where, she arched as something new, large, and impressive squeezed into her pussy.

This, whatever it was, filled her. Enormous force seemed necessary for it to forge inside. She toed the carpet, pushing, spreading herself.