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She nods. “Yes, Sir.”
Every time the words fall from her pretty lips, I think my heart is going to stop beating in my chest. We’ve been called Sir by any number of subs over the years, including all the ones who work at the club, but it’s never sounded so fucking perfect.
Unable to hold myself back a second longer, I slide the head of my cock through her wetness and barely swallow the groan that claws its way up the back of my throat. Fuck. How the hell am I going to last when I slide my cock into her when I’m already so fucking close to the edge.
“Are you going to take us both, pretty girl?” I rumble.
“Yes, Sir. Please.”
I brush my palm down her spine, relishing in the soft skin beneath my calloused hand. She’s clean where we’re filthy. She’s good where we’re bad. She’s an angel in the company of demons. I move my hand over the globes of her ass, rubbing the red marks that still mar her pretty pale skin from her punishment.
“I like it when you beg, Leighton. I think it might just be my favorite thing that comes from those pouty lips of yours.”
I line my cock up with her entrance and meet Wyatt’s gaze for the briefest of seconds. His eyes shine with the same thing that radiates through my chest. This is it. Leighton is the missing piece of our puzzle. The piece I didn’t realize we didn’t have until she walked into the club tonight.
Together we push forward and let out a guttural moan each. Holy fucking shit. Her cunt is perfection. Her muscles clamp around me at the intrusion, but I push forward until I’m buried inside her. If I thought she looked good full of my fingers, nothing could have prepared me for the sight of my cock deep inside her, her pretty pussy stretched around me and her wetness dripping down my aching balls.
Jesus fucking Christ.
This is as close to heaven as a man like me is ever going to get. I’m destined for hell, but for as long as I’m buried balls deep in this woman, I may as well be behind those pearly gates.
“Good girl,” Wyatt praises as he tightens his hold on her deep-brown locks. She’s trying to keep up with him, but he’s taken over thrusting, fucking her mouth as gently as a man like him can. Out of the two of us, he’s the soft one, but that doesn’t mean much. “You take our cocks so well, angel. Look at you, our perfect little whore.”
Her muscles clamp around me, and I slam into her a little harder. Fuck. She loves it. The praise. The degradation. She fucking loves it all.
I push through the burning in the base of my spine, the need to release myself in this woman, thrusting harder, forcing her to take every inch until I’m sure she’s ready for her release.
“Jesus, your mouth is sin, angel,” Wyatt groans. “Do you want to swallow my cum, baby? Or should I coat your pretty face with it?”
I let my head fall back, and I squeeze my eyes shut. His filthy mouth is only meant to be pushing her closer to the edge, but the idea of seeing her covered in our seed, of claiming her, is almost enough to send me barreling off the edge.
She looks up at him, but she can’t speak. Her lips stretched around him, tears rolling down her cheeks, her body at our mercy. It will inevitably be his choice, but she loves the dirty talk so much, how could we deprive her of it.
“Open wide, angel.” Wyatt’s thrusts become stuttered, his release plummeting toward him. His fists tighten in her hair, and her pussy clenches around me. She loves the bite of pain. Just like she loves everything else we’re giving her.
Beneath the good girl exterior she wears so well is a deviant who can handle anything we throw at her. And I’m more than willing to push those boundaries as far as they’ll go.
He pulls back just far enough for the tip of his cock to rest on Leighton’s tongue and white streams of cum coat her lips, her cheeks, her mouth. I wish I had a better view. I wish I could see the mess he’s made of our pretty little whore. But there’s nothing that could stop me from pounding into her tight cunt.
“She looks so fucking pretty right now, brother.” Wyatt drags his fingers through the mess he’s made and wipes them on her tongue. She stares up at him diligently, never breaking eye contact. “Suck.”
The way her lips close around his thick fingers is what sets off a chain reaction I was hoping to hold off just a while longer. But who am I kidding? I never would have been ready for this to end, and if I play my cards right, I’ll find myself buried inside her every night for the rest of our lives.
“Are you ready to come, little one?” I grind out.
Leighton tries to speak around the fingers in her mouth, but the garbled sounds that come out instead only bring me closer to my own release. I want to drag this out. I want her to beg for her release. But I don’t have that kind of restraint right now.
I wrap an arm around her waist and move my fingers over the sensitive bundle of nerves that will set her off any second now. She lets out a scream around Wyatt’s fingers and chokes slightly causing her pussy to tighten around me. Jesus. I’m hanging on by a fucking thread.
“Better come for me, pretty girl. I want you to soak my cock.”
As if the words conjure her orgasm, her entire body shakes, the power of her release stealing her ability to hold her body steady, but we can do that for her. All she needs to worry about is doing as we say, and we’ll take care of the rest. She lets out a silent scream, the pleasure stealing the sound before it can leave her throat.
Wyatt steadies his hold around her shoulders, holding her through the tremors while I grip her hips tighter. She’ll have marks in the morning, and that thought only makes me press my fingers deeper into her soft flesh.
“Good girl,” Wyatt praises. He repositions his hold slightly to stroke her hair. It was so perfectly curled when she walked into the club tonight. Now, there’s no mistaking what she’s been doing for the last hour. “Give us everything, angel.”
She cries out, a sob filling the otherwise quiet room. I’ve never seen anything as beautiful as Leighton falling apart for us, and I can’t wait to put her back together just so we can destroy her over and over again.
