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Both men grunted as they thrusted against me. One man was inside of my pussy while the other enjoyed my slick juices that had trickled down between my legs. Saint pounded faster as he found my sweet spot and made me cry out his name. Each motion bounced me toward Sin and his groans of passion were wild in my ear. My ass smacked off Saint’s muscular thighs, and he railed into my pussy with his one hand squeezing my hip. The other hand slapped me over and over like I was an untamed horse he needed to train. But in this case, his lashings made me come.
“Oh, Saint!” I cried out as my cunt clenched down around his cock, and I dug my nails into Sin’s shoulders.
Saint couldn’t hold back and let go with his release gushing into me. We rode the waves until Saint pulled out of me, his come dripping from my pussy, and he picked me up by the waist. Startled, I clung to Sin’s shoulders as I peered down and saw him position his cock right above my entrance.
“Your turn,” Saint growled as he placed me down on Sin’s massive dick, and his best friend dove right in.
“Oh, god!” I whimpered with an open mouth and wide eyes.
“Jesus Christ,” Sin hissed between my boobs and worked his hips. “You feel so damn good, Liv.”
Saint had already worked my pussy, and it foamed from the mouth with come. All Sin had to do was bounce me up and down with my tits jostling into his face. He loved me in this position as my backside hit the glass and he fucked me up against it. Pound after pound, he brought me closer toward another orgasm with my legs wrapped around his waist and Saint watched on from behind him.
“You’re our slut and no one else’s,” Saint breathed with heated eyes as he grazed his fingertips up the back of my thighs, and he dug his nails into the flesh of my ass. “Tell us.”
Saint bruised me with his death grip and Sin made rippling waves cross my skin as he railed me into oblivion. The pair would be the end of me, and I had nowhere to fall except into their arms.
“Yes! Yes! I’m your little slut!” My scream was untamed as my eyes rolled and I saw bright stars. “I’m yours and no one… Oh, fuck!”
My world exploded.
My cunt clawed and dug into Sin like a bitch in a ferocious heat. My hips moved, but barely did anything against Sin’s frantic thrusts. He was in control as he gave one final plunge and buried his big length into me. He cursed with my name on his lips, and his comemixed with ours. My phantoms’ seed oozed out of me and down the sides of Sin’s dick as he throbbed inside of me and released every drop.
“Fuck,” Sin breathed as he collapsed against me, and his body weight pushed me up against the glass.
Raggedly, I breathed into his dark hair and wrapped my arms around his neck. Sin laid his cheek against my breast as he listened to my fast-paced heartbeat, and Saint came over to kiss me. His lips brushed me sweetly at first, then turned into a bruising, passionate kiss. He stole my breath and let me go. Only for Sin to breathe air into my lungs again with his mouth on mine, concealing my moans.
Slowly, Sin moved inside of me and pulled me from the two-way mirror. His kiss moved down my neck as I watched his best friend lube up his dick, and he gripped my buttocks until his hard length pushed between the crevice of my asshole.
These fuckers would have me again. And the worst part, I’d let them.
Fifty-Two
Their Obsession
Liv
Sebastian had been a bigger asshole than usual lately. He displayed aggravation and irrational behavior like he was on his period. I had kept my distance as much as possible since we remained under the same roof, but I couldn’t help giggling at him every time I saw him scratching his crotch. Jerk. He’d slept with those hookers, and my phantoms weren’t lying. They had ensured he had a severe case of chlamydia.
Sin and Saint had also cut ties with Sebastian and Sinful Saints was no longer doing business with him. They had found out they no longer needed an investor and could run their businesses on their own. No wonder my husband-to-be was throwing temper tantrums.
“I’m going out!” Sebastian had hollered over an hour ago.
I had questioned where he was off to, but he informed me it was none of my fucking business. A typical conversation between us, with him giving me attitude and expecting me to listen and be a doting bride-to-be and tend to my womanly household duties. Sexist prick.
Little does he know, I knew exactly where he was off to. Sebastian was gone for a doctor’s visit to find out why he was in discomfort. I’d love to see his face when he found out he had an STD.
My cruel fiancé deserved everything he had coming to him. All the stress, his finances were dwindling, and he’d have to recoup the lost income, but do everything while he was in pain. With hardly any use of his broken hands.
I laughed out loud as the doorbell rang. I knew I was overdue for a delivery. My heels clicked across the tile until I came to a stop at the front door. But my amusement turned into worry when there was no delivery man on my front step.
“Hey, baby.”
The guy from the business party!
What the fuck was he doing here?
“Um… I think you have the wrong address,” I said quickly and pushed the door closed.
