Page 14 of Lords of Betrayal


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I let out a helpless gasp as he pulls the front of my bra forward, then it springs and bursts open. He cuts it apart with one perfect, flashing stroke of the blade.

He lets go of my bra. It drops, hanging open. Useless and undone. He’s ripping away all of my defenses.

Like he read my thoughts. Again. He rasps, “All the protection you’ll have is me.”

The hunger in his eyes makes my knee quiver. He grins as he grabs my breast and his tongue flicks across his lips. He squeezes. My thighs grip tight around his. He laughs. I gush.

His mouth lands hard on my breast. His tongue whips around my hard, sore nip and he sucks greedily.

“And me.” A lower, darker voice behind me.

A hard slap on my ass stings and shocks through me in hot ripples. I’m spun around one hundred and eighty degrees.

The other man is dressed the same. But much bigger. His laugh is cruel as he steps toward me.

CHAPTER NINE

One man behind me, one in front. I’m trapped. Imprisoned in my own kitchen.

The leer in the bigger man’s voice makes me weak.

His eyes shine as he takes in my legs, weak, wide, and full on display, and my skirt, hitched all the way up to reveal my panties, soaked, and molested askew. Still with a large hand making my clit fizz and sending jolts flashing through me.

“Confession time,” from behind me, the hard chuckle of the first voice menaces me.

“Oh, yes,” the bigger man says through a groan of satisfaction as he reaches to take my breasts, “Or maybe straight into penance. Say one Hail Mary and take two huge cocks.”

He takes one hand from my breast to hold my chin, and with the other he starts to open his black pants. They’re tight, from the pressure of his massive bulge.

“In a spit-roast.”

As he unzips his fly, the thick bulge in silky boxers forces its way out. he lifts my face and cranes his head toward me. Holding my throat as he squeezes my jaw, he looks into my eyes with a fierce hunger. He makes me shudder as his lips curl and he comes closer. He tilts his face. His mouth opens.

From behind, a thumb on my soft little star makes me gasp. Like they choreographed the timing to a beat, the beast in front of me takes my mouth with his.

At the front, he ravages me with his lips. Takes possession with his tongue.

The man behind me teases teasing my ass with his thumb, making me shake. With his other hand, he takes hold of my wrists and holds them behind my back.

Bursting at both ends, I’m so wet. My lovely silk blouse hangs, wrecked and dripping, my tailored skirt is a crumpled mess, like a rag around my waist. Neither of these men care.

All they want is to fuck me as hard as they can. To hammer and pump until the shoot their hot seed into me. Take everything they need and use me up.

Juice runs hot from my pussy and drools down my thigh. My face is wet and my neck and chest run with a sticky sheen of sweat and saliva.

I’m quaking inside. Currents of opposite emotions clash and melt into sensation, flowing and washing through me, splashing from end to end and back.

The man at the front still grips my throat as he shoves his tongue into me and steals my breath. The kiss goes on and on, swirling and whisking me up inside. But all too well I know what’s coming.

As he rips his lips from mine with a snarl, he starts to pull my face down. The hard flash of his grin makes my stomach flip.

He grips my hair at the back of my head. I know the thick, hefty snake that’s waiting, throbbing for me. Deep down inside, an evil part of me imagines how this would feel if I really didn’t know either of these men.

Tension rises inside me. I feel like the anticipation will rip me apart. I’m going be made to swallow the fattest cock I ever knew.

While he pushes my face down and I’m looking at the huge angry snake, a shove comes from behind me. Unmistakably, another long, hard cock slides and prods up along my opening and begins to rub between my lips.

My tongue slathers wet as the pressure on my head urges my mouth lower. My lips move closer to the musty tang of the slick purple head, proud and angry on the fat, pulsing shaft that curves up, ready to impale me.

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