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Nathan snaps his fingers, and my eyes go to him instantly.
“Over here. Now.”
I feel Jake tense before he lets me go. I get onto my shaking legs, trembling with the need for release, and take one step but he tuts me again.
“Crawl.”
I hesitate one second too long and the vibrating inside me starts again, making my legs weak and forcing me to my knees anyway.
“Atta girl. Get on the table.”
I gasp with pleasure as the vibrator gets into a deliciously slow but sharp rhythm. I awkwardly get from the floor to the coffee table and crawl closer to him.
“You’re gonna show him how you did it, beautiful.”
I’m confused as to what he means until he gets up and undoes his pants, pulling out his gorgeous cock. Pleasure is spreading everywhere in my body, and I lick my lips at the sight in front of me.
On all fours on the coffee table, it puts my mouth precisely in front of his erection. I open wide for him and move closer to lick him, but he suddenly takes a step back.
“Stay,” he orders low.
I don’t move one bit as he comes back to me. His dick is a temptation I’m not sure I can resist, and I have to lick my lips again. From the corner of my eyes, I see his thumb pressing the remote and the vibrations get even sharper. I bite my lips to not let out any words. I look up at him as he strokes his length right in front of my face. I watch pre-cum bead at the tip, and it takes everything in me not to lick.
I look back up, whimper with need, my eyes heavy and yet still not leaving his. He smiles down at me from his mighty position and rubs the tip against my right cheek, spreading the sticky liquid and tempting me further. I squirm, I press my legs together, ready to come from his teasing only.
The vibrations stop suddenly, I open eyes I wasn’t aware had closed and his full smile greets me.
“You may,” he whispers, and I feel like it’s Christmas morning.
My tongue unleashes on him, and I lick the whole of his length, completely forgetting about anything else. I drench him in my spit before taking him in and moaning around his cock.
Has he always tasted so good? Or is it only since he turned out to be a psychopathic piece of shit? My love compass is non-existent.
Bobbing my head up and down, I feel him slide a gentle hand in my hair and stroke my scalp. This feels too good. The toy is now completely still in me, and yet I can feel myself clenching hard around it. I’m ready to come, just from sucking his dick, just from clenching around a toy I know is so much smaller than he is.
“If you come, ‘Me. I will force that vibrator on you all fucking night, you hear me? Your clit will be so raw you’ll beg for me to end your life.”
I whimper around him, desperately trying to control my rebellious body.
Please, please just let me come.
I’m so focused on giving Nathan pleasure that I don’t hear the movement behind me. One hand comes on the small of my back and the simple gesture makes me moan. My tongue vibrates on Nathan’s cock, and he groans in reply.
Jake’s hand reaches between my legs, caresses my clit with the pad of his finger and then grabs the toy. He fucks me with it three or four times before slowly taking it out, making sure to stretch me as much as possible.
“You’re dripping, Angel.” Jake’s voice makes me shiver hard enough that my thighs graze against each other. “Ssh, stay still,” he soothes me as he runs his hand along my spine.
His hand goes away.
It reappears on my ass cheek, kneading and pinching before spreading them.
The only warning I get is the tip of his cock sliding against my lips before he slams into me so hard, I’m pushed forward and Nathan’s dick goes to the back of my throat, choking me along with the shock of Jake’s violent move.
Both their gasps of pleasure make me tighten around Jake. Nathan’s grip on my hair intensifies, keeping me close against him and stopping my breathing.
Jake grabs my hips and pulls me back toward him, easing the fullness of Nathan down my throat but making the grip on my hair painful.
I moan a complaint that makes them both chuckle and for a moment I’m not sure which chuckle is whose.
