Chapter 23 #2
My cheeks turn red as I glance at Xavier over my shoulder, biting my lip as I push myself closer to him.
He moans as the dildo enters him farther, and he turns his head to look at me too, almost as if he could sense I was watching him.
The flustered look on his face is hard not to react to, and when he pushes back against the giant, my hard-on begins to throb again.
God, I didn’t think I had it in me to come again, but I just might from the feel of these mutual thrusts.
Our bodies slowly adjust to one another, pushing and pulling against the weight of the dildo until we’re in sync, moaning loudly.
My nails scratch on the floor from excitement as I thrust and thrust, fucking the giant while bumping our asses against each other. I don’t think I’ve ever done anything this erotic this freely, and my God, I could get used to this.
“Fuck, it’s too much.”
Xavier moans so loudly I just know he came all over himself, and the thought of him coming from the way I’m fucking that giant dildo into him pushes me over the edge.
“Fuck!” I moan as my cum shoots out in ropes.
We keep going, back and forth, the sensations too good, too heavy to stop, while Sunny plays with herself. She bites her lip like she’s into our mutual play, and I just can’t get enough.
More and more pleasure builds until another orgasm is forced out of me by Xavier’s thrusts, pushing the dildo farther into me, and I yield to the impending pressure.
I don’t know where my orgasm ends, and his begins.
We’re shooting out ropes and ropes left and right, staining my floor, and I don’t even care that I’m going to have to deep clean it for days, because fuck, I would probably use my tongue to do it. That’s how horny this has made me.
If I could do this every day, maybe I’d be content with living a second longer.
If death felt like this, I would do it for infinity.
“Stop,” she says, and we both pause, our breaths wildly out of control.
“Roll onto your backs,” she directs.
We do as she tells us to, like puppets under her command.
But the twisting and turning nearly makes me come all over myself before I finally lie down on the floor.
She scoots the chair back and gets up. “Make sure you’re still fucking each other.”
She approaches us and steps over our bodies, admiring us from above.
“Such good little fuck sluts,” she murmurs, and it only spurs me to work harder to get the giant farther inside me.
Is this the moment she’s finally going to end me?
Suddenly, she flops down on top of me, and I groan from the way she sits down on my hard dick like it’s her royal seat.
“Still hard, big boy,” she says, sliding her fingers up my chest. “You two are much more alike than you’re willing to admit.”
“He won’t kill for you,” Xavier rasps.
“I would die for you,” I say, one-upping him.
“Are you sure you’re willing to offer me your soul?” she responds, pulling out that knife again, and I shiver from the sight.
Delicious.
“Cut me,” I beg.
“Say please.”
She perches herself on top of me, wriggling around until my hard-on touches her entrance.
“Please …” I whimper as she slowly sinks down on top of me.
“Good boy, keep that cock hard for me so I can ride it,” she says, as she lowers herself to the base. “Fuck, so good.”
Xavier grumbles behind us.
She glances over her shoulder at Xavier. “Keep fucking the dildo.”
More grumbles follow, but I can feel him moving, thrusting the dildo right back into me, and it turns me on so much that it’s hard to contain myself while she’s sitting on top of me.
The knife etches into my skin, and I gasp from the mix of pain and pleasure as she begins to cut into me again.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I moan as she bounces up and down on my length. “End me.”
“You won’t like how,” she muses, pushing the knife into my skin right next to my nipple.
I squeal as the droplets roll down my chest.
“Something so pretty shouldn’t be squandered,” she says. “I wanna take my time enjoying this.”
“Oh God …” I murmur, as she slices me again and again while fucking me senseless.
A scream finally leaves my mouth, and she slices even deeper.
“Yes, that’s it, scream for me,” she moans, riding me like it turns her on to hurt me.
The more pain she dishes out, the harder it becomes to focus. My balls are bursting, and the way Xavier is riding the double-ended dildo is literally ending me.
“I’m gonna—”
Sunny plants a finger on top of my lips. “No. I don’t give you permission.”
“I can’t—”
“Hold. It,” she hisses.
“Yes, ma’am,” I squeak as she carves me with her knife.
Oh God, I can’t hold it, but I have to. If I don’t, she’ll make me suffer even longer.
I was ready to lay down my life. I didn’t think I had a weakness, yet she’s found one.
Endurance.
How am I going to survive?
Xavier
I roll my hips in an attempt to get closer, closer to the edge, closer to her. But no matter how hard I try, I can never get our bodies together. We’re locked in place, scissored, while she rides him to an orgasm, and I’m left watching.
The woman I desire is fucking another man right in front of me.
And not just that, she’s making me pleasure him too.
Torture. Absolute torture.
Yet I can’t stop.
I can’t. Not if she won’t allow it.
My body writhes with pent-up arousal, my length still bobbing up and down from all the fuckery, still ready to go.
Every thrust sends more ecstasy fluttering through my veins.
Unwanted moans spill from my mouth while she rides him into submission, the fucker moving along with me even now. Neither of us can resist.
Her domination is enthralling and mind-numbing.
Terrorizing.
Glances generate panic and sweet agony the second I spot that glinting knife, and I wonder if she’s going to cut me like she’s cutting him.
The fear alone makes me whimper.
“Please …” I beg.
My cock throbs with need, still on that edge, unable to finish.
My hands reach for her body, desperate to get closer, desperate for that danger, no matter how bad a choice it is.
“Do not touch me,” she growls. “You haven’t earned the right.”
My fingers immediately retract, and I groan in frustration. “Please …”
“I told you men you needed to learn a lesson,” she says. “You messed with the wrong bitch.”
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” I mutter.
She throws me a maddening glance, dangling the bloodied knife over her shoulder. “Show me how sorry. Keep fucking the giant.”
I gulp. “Yes, ma’am.”
Even her smile could kill. “Good boy.”
My entire body zings from her approval, and I bounce against the dildo even faster, harder, deeper.
I need it. I need her to be happy. I need her.
My greed is immeasurable while she gyrates, and I imagine it’s me she’s riding. I fuck the dildo so hard I begin to moan out loud, and the cum jets out on top of my belly.
My head tilts back to the floor, but her giggle makes me look up.
“No one told you you were allowed to stop,” she says, squeezing my shaft.
I yelp as it stays hard for her. It always does for her, even when she’s not touching me, but especially when she touches me … fuck.
“Go on, fuck that thing until you come again,” she muses.
“Please …” I beg.
“Please, what?” she says.
“Please, fuck me, please. I want you. I’m begging you.”
I’m pathetic.
I don’t care.
I’m pathetic for her because she terrifies me.
Fear turns me on.
But when she turns her back on me … that’s what I fear the most.
I’ve been pulled into her world, and for better or worse, I don’t want it to stop.
Not now, not ever.
She rubs my shaft, and I whimper on the floor, gliding from side to side to slip the dildo in just as she instructed. It feels so full and so delicious, but I can barely take another go.
“You’re my good little sluts, aren’t you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” I moan.
“Yes, Mistress, we’re yours,” Orion murmurs.
“Then you’ll both come at the same fucking time.”
I almost want to go back to choking him with this dildo just to make him shut up. Almost.
The fact that we’re connected in arousal is making it hard for me to stay mad. Because all I want is to be fucked harder, faster, deeper, and each of his movements forces the dildo into me, causing immense pleasure, and it’s muddying my mind.
Every stroke of her hand, every push, every roll of the hips, all of it links back to him, until his pleasure becomes mine, and mine becomes his.
I’m not allowed to come without him.
“Now,” she commands.
Her voice alone is enough to get me off, and I come so hard my eyes roll into the back of my head. “F-fu-uck …” I mutter in satisfaction.
This is it.
There’s no more inside me. I’m spent. She wrung it all out of me.
She releases me from her grip, only to bring her hand to Orion’s mouth. “Spit.”
He does as she tells him to, and she dribbles it all over my length, then zips down the hole between her legs even farther until her ass is exposed too, and fuck me, I just got hard again.
What the fuck?