Anne
The stench from Gareth was part of the basement’s charm. The taped gauze on his wound had begun to peel away, and warm, slippery blood coated my cheek as I rubbed it against his ruined crotch a little harder. Giddy delight bubbled in the pit of my stomach.
We weren’t in his pristine bedroom. We were in his playroom, surrounded by his toys—and terrifying Gareth was half the fun, right up until Ethan began pushing his thumb into my arsehole.
My pussy clenched around his cock, but he still wouldn’t let me push back on him. Then he dragged his palm from my hip up to my neck, fingers curling around my throat as he eased his thumb in and out, working to defeat the tight protective muscle.
I was about to say his name again when he snapped his hips forward, driving deep. His hand pulled me up, fingers digging into my throat as he fucked me, sawing back and forth until I couldn’t speak. All I could do was grunt like an animal for him.
My eyes caught the red circle on Gareth’s abdomen. I’d got him real good with that bite. Blood, bites, and castration. Such happy memories.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
Ethan didn’t hold back. He fucked me so hard my thighs hit the edge of the metal table with every blow. With each thrust I felt him stretching me, slamming so deep my eyes began to roll back.
“You piece of shit,” he growled, then barked out a mirthless laugh. “You won’t ever fuck my girl again.”
Pitiful whining erupted from Gareth.
“And you,” Ethan continued, plunging his thumb deeper, fingers biting into my neck.
I turned to glance at him. Fury burned in those black eyes.
“This is the only dick you’ll ever take from now on.”
Sudden anger seethed up—a knee-jerk reaction. But then I thought of him with other women, and it died as quickly as it came.
“I’ll take it into consideration,” I panted.
He pulled his thumb from my arse and slid his hands to my breasts. He wasn’t gentle when he lifted my torso off the table and proceeded to use my breasts like handles.
Even as the tight, pinching sensation registered, I turned to look at Gareth’s bloodied face. His eyes had begun to swell, his nose sat crooked. My underwear stuffed in his mouth and taped over—proof we had the same sickness in our veins, Ethan and I.
I reached back and held onto Ethan. His perspiration and rapid movements made it hard to keep my grip, so I dug my nails in, curling my fingers into his flesh, and started rocking my hips.
He groaned as I worked his length. His fingers found my nipples, pinching and tugging until my breath turned ragged and my pussy fluttered around him.
Gareth was forgotten as the tension peaked. I was held there, suspended, for a moment.
“Cum on my dick like a good fucking girl, Anne,” he rasped against my ear.
The tension snapped and I fell, his firm grip holding me in place as a strangled moan ripped out of me. He kept thrusting wildly, pelvis thumping against my rear.
My legs trembled and I leaned into his hands as pleasure rocked through my core, stealing my breath until I shuddered.
His fingers spanned wide, massaging my breasts, circling my nipples as my pussy contracted around him. The pace slowed as he ground himself against me.
I’d barely caught my breath when he pushed me flat across Gareth. His fingers gripped my arse cheeks as he pulled out, spreading me open, and I felt his wet cock nudge my arsehole.
There was no easing in tonight. He lodged the rounded tip inside and began pumping his hips.
“Argh,” I screeched at the sudden pain.
“My turn,” he growled, pressing deeper until I forced myself to relax.
“Dickhead,” I hissed, panting through it.
His dark laughter filled the basement and vibrated through me.
“Fucker,” I snorted, then laughed with him.
The dull ache faded as I held myself open for him.
“Yeah,” he groaned, pushing my face into Gareth’s crotch again.
This was all so wrong it was right. Twisted in a way only we understood. I licked the wound I’d caused, tasting the metallic blood of my project while Ethan found his rhythm.
“Right there, baby. Gonna cum in your arse,” he grunted, gripping my buttocks as he plunged into me.
His roar was full of rage, and I took it all—his demons and mine. His movements faltered as his cock jerked inside me, then his hot cum flooded me. I settled my face against Gareth’s thigh, enjoying the feel of Ethan emptying himself into me.
His hands came to rest on my shoulders as I sagged against the table. He began to move again, slowly, as if driving his cum deeper. I could feel how open I was for him, how his cum let his cock glide in and out of me.
“Beautiful,” he murmured, reaching between my thighs and rubbing slow, small circles.
I’d never considered sex as beauty—just an itch to scratch.
But that was all before Ethan.
My dirty doctor.
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It took him several long moments before he stood upright behind me. I inhaled sharply as he began to pull out. Cool air rushed against my gaping hole as I tried to clench my muscles, his cum cascading down, dripping over my pussy and thighs.
His strong hands massaged my buttocks.
“What a pretty sight,” he murmured.
I didn’t move. I didn’t think I could. And that’s when I felt his tongue trace the inside of my thigh. My eyes flew open as I realised he was licking his own cum off me, working his tongue along the bumpy scarring, going higher and higher.
“Oh my god,” I whimpered as he reached my pussy.
His thumbs dug into my inner thighs, holding me open as his tongue worked the seam of me.
“Mmm,” he hummed. “I love the taste of us combined.”
I closed my eyes and sagged against Gareth’s hairy thighs.
What a night. I hadn’t even got to his lungs yet.
“Where’s the chisel?” I sighed.
He paused for a millisecond before continuing, lazily flicking his tongue along my pussy.
Round two first, then, and the lung extraction after.