Chapter Thirty Five Begging for Trouble #2
I really hope that doesn’t include my ass.
I don’t mind it, but it’s not exactly on my vision board.
And Saint and Cairo feel like the kind of men who specialize in pushing boundaries until they feel like desires.
But the real danger is liking it—because they’re already rewriting who I thought I was.
Cairo slams me down harder, his voice rough on my lips. “She’s already forgetting. Look at her—quivering, taking my cock like it’s already hers. Lift her head up, I want to see her pretty ass face.”
Saint pulls hair back until Cairo's eyes are all I can see—sweat sliding down his temples. His green daggers could cut glass, but the slow curve of his mouth turns the threat into something wickedly addictive. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough—half warning, half promise, and all temptation.
I open my mouth to reply, but his mouth claims mine, our lips intertwined until my thoughts scatter.
His strength hits me like a wave, stealing every ounce of control I thought I had.
My body moves with his, bouncing hard and fast, every stroke pushing himself in deeper than the last, every thrust stealing more of my control.
Saint drives his finger in and out of me slowly, licking my neck long the way. Fuck, he feels so good. Cairo groans into my mouth, his words breaking against my lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You hear that? That’s your pussy getting wetter for me.”
His pace roughens, every thrust sharper, his voice a growl at my ear. “You’re mine baby girl. Say it—tell me how much you can’t get enough of this dick.”
Saint grabs me off Cairo with a rough urgency, tossing me onto the bed like he’s done letting him have even another second of me. Cairo calling me his must’ve hit him wrong, and Saint looks like a man who intends to correct that.
Both stand over me, cocks in hand, stroking their heavy length.
Saint spits into his palm, wrapping it around his thick, veiny cock, burning holes into my body.
“You see this dick? I want it covered in your juices.” Sant demands.
That was only a start, now it’s my turn to feel just how good that pussy really is.
” If they keep talking to me like this I might come again from their words alone.
And something tells me they’ll enjoy that too.
Cairo’s gaze drags down my body, stopping at my stomach, then lower—on my freshly waxed pussy dripping all over these expensive sheets.
He steps forward, rubbing two fingers over my swollen bud, before slipping them into his mouth.
His deep groan filthy. “Mmm… so sweet. But don’t worry, I’m not even close to being done with this pussy. ”
Saint’s eyes burn into me, that look that says waiting has already broken a piece of him. His fingers in my ass clearly wasn’t enough—watching Cairo fuck me first when he was supposed too, me only wound him tighter.
“I’m gonna lay down,” Saint groans, rough with need, “and he’s going to put you on my cock, while you choke on his dick. You won’t cum until I say so… do you understand?”
Well, this won’t be easy. My eyes narrow, breath snagging, and I nod anyway.
Saint drops flat on his back, feet planted on the floor, cock throbbing upright. Cairo lifts me, lowering me onto Saint without waiting for me to adjust. My pussy tightens as Saint buries himself inside me, his hands grip my waist keeping me locked in place.
Facing Cairo, he presses his cock it to my mouth, tapping my lips with his wet tip. He shoves his cock into mouth, savoring the warmth. His chest flexes, head tipping back, neck straining with pleasure.
I dig my nails into his thighs, trying to steady myself, and I grind on Saint’s cock beneath me. Cairo takes control of my mouth, guiding his cock inside with a firm grip and a look that leaves me no room for hesitation. Every move made to remind me who’s in control.
“Fuck, that’s it baby girl,” Cairo groans, pushing into my mouth deep and fast, and I roll my eyes up to meet his bright green eyes as they turn into desire-filled orbs.
I drag my tongue along his length, pushing my ass against Saint, as I moan around Cairo’s cock.
Drool and tears run down my chin, but I don’t care.
I swallow him as much as I can, kissing his tip softly, my hand massaging his balls, rolling them in my fingers.
I don’t usually do this, but nothing feels off-limits right now.
His thighs tense, shaking before he buries himself deep, filling my throat with his warm release as I swallow it down.
He groans, his head dropping back as he starts to thrust into my mouth in quick, hard jabs as he chases his orgasm again.
I bob my head, faster and faster, in time with Saints guttural thrusts, all of us locked in this loop of pleasure.
Saint groans filthy words in my ear, compelling me, his fingers rubbing and flicking my clit, until I scream around Cairo’s cock, my orgasm rushing through me. Almost instantly, I remember I wasn’t supposed to come yet—but there’s no stopping it when they’re wringing it out of me like this.
I try to pull back, but his hand around my neck keeps me there. Taking over, he abuses my mouth with hard thrusts, he exhales roughly as his hips stutter before his release fills my mouth for the second time. I have no choice but to swallow it, and only then do his fingers soften around my neck.
“Damn baby, those lips almost feel as good as that pussy of yours,” Cairo rumbles.
Saint yanks me back against his chest, keeping his cock buried deep inside me.
My back arches over him, his hips drive up into mine hard, with each thrust hitting that spot that will send me over the edge.
I reach for my clit desperately needing to come, but Saint shoves my hand away, replacing it with his own fingers circling rough over the swollen bud.
“I told you not to come until I said so.” His fingers pinching my oversensitive clit, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. “Now I have to show you what happens when you don’t listen, sweetheart.”
Saint feels different than Cairo—just as big, maybe thicker, with the huge veins pulsing along his length. But it’s more than size. His thrusts aren’t just fucking, they’re imprinting himself so deep inside me I can’t think properly.
My pussy clamps around him, milking him until he groans, ramming into me one last brutal time as his release floods me.
He growls, spinning me around with him still buried deep.
The move is sharp, practiced—I’ve never had anyone do that before.
I giggle through the moan, but it’s cut off as he slams me down onto him again.
His fingers push my hair over my shoulder, his breath scorching my skin a second before his mouth finds me—biting hard at the curve of my collarbone, sucking until the sting turns hot. He trails lower, kisses dragging over my damp skin like he’s set on tasting every inch.
Cairo lays on the bed beside, his cock still hard, stroking himself as he watches me ride Saint.
His eyes are heavy, burning as he groans, “Fuck, baby girl. Not gonna lie… watching you bounce on him is making me jealous as hell. I need to be back inside you. You feel so good squeezing around my cock. Look at you—dripping all over his cock, taking him like a good little whore.”
Saint grips my hips, pulling me in closer with every thrust. His mouth finds my ear, “You’re not coming until I say so. You hear me? I own this pussy tonight, so I’ll decide when you fall apart.”
The words pull a whimper from my throat, my pussy tightening around him as my eyes flutter, every nerve caught between surrender and need.
Cairo strokes his length faster, cum slicking his hand, his voice low and filthy.
“Fuck, look at her breast bouncing so perfectly… she’s already shaking.
Baby girl, you’re starving for it, huh? Bet you can’t handle both our cocks stuffing you at once. ”
I probably can’t.
Saint’s fingers pinch my clit harder, making my back rise into his thrust as a scream rips out of me. “Saint!” I gasp. Laughing, he pounds into me harder, one hand holding me tightly so he can bury himself as deep as my body will allow.
Cairo’s sprawled out, pumping his cock faster, those hunger-lit green eyes dragging over me.
I drag my tongue across my lips just to taunt him.
And that was enough to set him off. His chest rises as he gets to his knees, shooting thick ropes of cum all over my face.
Groaning, he smears the mess across my face with the swollen tip of his cock, rubbing it over my lips, his knees shaking as I suck him clean.
Saint’s thrusts turn brutal, the sound of skin slapping filling the room. His voice a low growl. “Cum for me—now. Cum all over my cock like my good little whore I know you want to be.” He demands, his hips snapping hard, my legs wrapping around his waist.
Whimpering, heat floods my body, pulled from every nerve until I can’t breathe or think. Pleasure flows through me again and again, as I clench tightly down on his cock.
He grunts sharply, and stills, keeping little to no space between us as he comes. I tremble ridiculously, unable to stop it, my pussy still pulsing, and stomach clenching.
The room is thick with heat, our bodies lay together, tangled and slick, the air heavy with everything we’ve just surrendered to.
And fuck, Cairo was right—I don’t know what I’ve gotten myself into, because I’ve never been to a party like this.
Chapter Thirty Six
Unclaimed
I
wake up sprawled in the middle of the bed, naked and breathless, my curls a wild mess on the plush pillow.
Saint is stretched out on one side, his arm draped over me, his massive hand cupping my breast like it’s helping him relax.
On the other side of me, Cairo’s touch lingers lower—his palm pressed against my pussy, fingers idly circling as if even sleep can’t make him let go.