Chapter 32 #3
“She’s always been greedy for me,” Lev sneered, his hand tightening in my hair, pulling my head back at a sharp angle. “But look at her now. Such a pretty, fuckable toy for us to use as we see fit.”
He reached underneath me with his free hand and pinched my nipple again, making me gasp around his cock. “Does that hurt, baby? Does it make you feel like the dirty little whore you are?”
I could only manage a choked, guttural sound in response, my throat too full of him to form words.
“Answer me,” Lev demanded. He pulled his cock out of my mouth just enough for me to pull in a ragged breath, leaving me gasping for air.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, the word a torn, ragged whisper.
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, it hurts,” I sobbed. “And yes… it makes me feel like a dirty little slut.”
He chuckled darkly. “Good.”
He fed his cock back into my mouth, and I took him eagerly, my tongue swirling around the head, my lips sealing around his shaft.
Roman’s thrusts came harder, faster, a cruel, punishing pounding that stole the air from my lungs. My asshole ached and burned as he used it as hard as he saw fit, but I wasn’t worried about that.
I was worried about how hard I was about to come.
With his cock in my ass.
I couldn’t. It was too much. Too shameful. Too revealing.
Roman’s thrusts became more erratic, his breathing harsher. He was close, but I knew he was far from through with me.
“Come for me, Kara-with-a-K,” he commanded. “Come all over my cock.”
“I can’t,” I sobbed, the words muffled by Lev’s cock.
“You can,” Roman insisted. His hand snaked around my hip, his fingers finding my clit. He circled the sensitive nub with a soft, but maddening rhythm. “And you will.”
It was all suddenly too overwhelming. The burn of Roman’s cock in my ass, the pressure of his fingers on my clit, the choking weight of Lev’s cock in my mouth.
It was a symphony of sensation, a masterful composition of pleasure and pain; I was the instrument, and I was about to be played to my breaking point.
“That’s it,” Lev grunted. “Let go. Come for us. Give us your shame. Give us your pleasure. Give us everything.”
His words were the final push, the last brutal shove that sent me hurtling over the edge.
My orgasm ripped through me, a violent, explosive wave of ecstasy that stole my breath, my thoughts, my very soul.
I screamed around Lev’s cock. My asshole clenched around Roman’s dick, milking him and pulling him even deeper inside me.
My body convulsed, wave after wave of intense, shuddering euphoria crashing over me. It was too much. It was everything and I was lost in it, drowning in it, and I never wanted it to end.
When the tremors finally subsided, I was a boneless, quivering heap, my body slick with sweat, my mind a fog of blissful oblivion.
But they weren’t done with me.
Not even close.
Lev pulled his cock from my mouth, a thin string of saliva connecting us for a brief, indecent moment. He took me by the hair, pulling my head up, forcing me to look at him.
“You just came with my brother’s cock in your ass. You’re a filthy little whore, Kara. A greedy, desperate slut who loves being used,” he said and my cheeks burned with hot shame.
He was right. I had come hard with Roman’s cock in my ass. It was degrading, humiliating, and the most intensely intimate thing I had ever experienced.
“You liked that, didn’t you?” Lev demanded. “You liked coming with his cock in your ass. You like being our little fuck toy. Admit it.”
Roman’s hand came down on my ass with a sharp crack, the sting radiating through me.
“Answer him, dirty girl,” Roman ordered impatiently. “Tell us how much you loved it. Tell us how much you love being our slut.”
“Yes,” I whispered, the word a breathless confession. “I… I liked it.”
“Louder,” Lev snapped. “Let Roman hear you. Let him hear what a dirty little slut you are.”
“Yes!” I cried out, looking up at Lev’s face as much as I was able. “I liked it! I liked it!”
Lev’s grin was that of a predator closing in on his prey. “Good girl,” he purred, his hand stroking my cheek, a gesture that was both tender and condescending. “Now it’s time for round two.”
Roman, still inside my ass, thrust into me, a bit harder than before and I moaned, the sound slutty and shameful.
Lev wrapped his hand around his thick, heavy cock, stroking it slowly, his eyes fixed on my face. “Open up, little slut,” he commanded. “I want to feel that pretty mouth wrapped around my cock again.”
I obeyed, my lips parting expectantly. He fed his cock to me in one easy thrust.
I hummed around his length. I looked up at him, my eyes wide, a silent plea for more. I was a needy creature, and I was loving every second of it.
“She’s going to come again,” Roman rumbled appreciatively.
Lev sneered down at me, but his eyes were warm. “She loves this. Look at her. She’s dripping all over the sheets. She’s so wet it’s running down her thighs. You can’t fake that.”
He reached around and slapped my tit. “You can’t fake that, can you, baby? Your body is an honest, willing thing. It knows who its masters are.”
My cheeks burned, a hot, prickling flush that spread down my neck and across my chest.
“Beg for it,” Lev commanded. “Beg me to come in your mouth. Beg my brother to make you come again with his cock in your ass.”
I couldn’t speak, my throat too full of him, but I tried. I made a choked sound, a desperate noise that was as close to begging as I could get.
“She’s trying so hard to be good. She wants to be a good little slut for us,” Roman growled, his voice thick.
Lev pulled my hair with a quick jerk as he began to drive into me even more quickly. He was fucking my face, fast and deep, using my throat as he would my pussy.
“I can’t hear you, princess,” Roman said. “You’ll have to speak up. Beg for it.”
He punctuated his words with a particularly brutal thrust, his cock driving deep into my ass, the force of it pushing me forward, impaling me further on Lev’s cock. I gagged, tears streaming down my face, my body a trembling, oversensitive mess of need.
“You’re so beautiful when you cry,” Lev observed. “It makes me want to fuck you until you can’t remember your own name.”
He reached down and wiped a tear from my cheek with his thumb, a gesture that was almost tender, but his eyes were cold, fathomless, burning with a dark, predatory fire.
“Are you going to come for us again, Kara? Are you going to be a good little slut and come with my brother’s cock in your ass while I fuck your pretty little mouth? ”
I could only manage a choked, desperate sound in response, my throat too full of him to form words. My body was a taut, quivering bow, pulled to its breaking point, a sweet, aching sense of fire building deep in my core, promising an explosive release.
“She’s close,” Roman grunted.
Lev chuckled. “I know. I can feel it in the way she’s trying to suck my soul out through my dick.”
“Tell him, princess,” Roman commanded. “Tell him you’re going to come. Tell him you’re our filthy little slut who loves getting fucked in the ass.”
I couldn’t. It was too humiliating. It was too shameful. It was too true.
“I think she’s trying to hold back,” Lev said, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. “She’s still fighting it. She’s still pretending she doesn’t love this.”
Roman’s hand came down on my ass. Hard. “Don’t fight it, princess. You’ll only make it worse for yourself.” He began to spank me steadily, hard, alternating cheeks, turning my ass red.
“I can go all night,” Lev said, his voice laced with warning. ”But can you?”
That did it. The threat, the promise of endless, brutal pleasure, was the final push, the last ruthless shove that sent me hurtling over the edge.
“Fuck,” Lev snarled, his head falling back as he emptied himself into my mouth. His cum was hot, thick, and salty, and I swallowed greedily, my throat working in a final, utterly glorious act of submission.
Roman wasn’t far behind. He let out a guttural groan as he came inside me, his hot seed surging into my channel in one spurt after the next. I could feel him throbbing inside me in the seconds following before he pulled himself out of me.
Lev pulled out of my mouth and reached down to stroke my cheek in a gesture that was surprisingly tender.
“Good girl,” Lev whispered, his tone warm.
Roman’s arms wrapped around me and he laid us down, both lying on our sides, my back pressed against his chest. Lev laid down on my other side while Roman kissed my shoulder with the kind of tenderness that made my heart swell even as I felt his seed dripping out of my well-used hole.
“You’re ours,” he whispered.
“Ours,” Lev echoed.
“Yours,” I mumbled, closing my eyes as my body pulsed with sated euphoria, and I drifted off to sleep.