Page 17 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

I don’t know what the hell I’ve done in life to deserve Tillie wanting me, after doing so many bad things over the years, but I know when I see a good thing in front of me.

I’m not going to let her slip through my fucking fingers, and I’ll die trying to keep her by my side.

Tillie

“Ineed more.” Has my voice ever sounded so needy and breathless?

A deep hunger makes me suck in my stomach, my whole body quivering with the need to feel Dom moving inside of me.

I. Need. It.

“Shhh, little bitch. All in good time. Now be a good girl and present yourself for us.” Dalton’s voice is gravelly, the low demanding tones coming out of his mouth cause my pussy to fucking drip for him.

Literally dripping. The pillow is soaking wet between my thighs, rubbing against my slippery clit as Dom makes me hump the feathered pillows.

I keep my eyes on Dalton as he leans back in the chair, legs spread wide while he pumps his big cock up and down at an unhurried pace. He cocks an eyebrow when he sees me watching him, waiting for me to do as he says, and my whole body tightens in a small amount of fear yet so much lust, that I’m almost dizzy with it. Holding his stare, I slowly bring my arms behind my back and along the curves of my ass. Taking a deep breath, I grip each cheek and spread myself open until I feel the hot, burning gazes of them both looking at the most exposed part of my body. It’s a strange feeling, being so vulnerable and open, but I know Dom is going to take good care of me. It goes without saying that, deep down, this man won’t ever hurt me, physically or emotionally. Dalton too. He’s going to watch my ass get fucked, but I know he’d put a stop to everything if it all became too much for me.

That’s the thing about my crazy men, they push me to the limits that almost border on being too much, but they haven’t gone so far that it’s left me broken. Being forced to my knees for them almost empowers me. I can leave their legs shaking, brains a scrambled mess as pleasure consumes them, all while I might have a sore throat and tears in my eyes from my face being roughly fucked. It’s a fucking strange world, but since I met them, I’ve learned my way, and I now know that women aren’t only good for one thing. We hold just as much power as them.

“That’s a gorgeous sight, Mama. Look at your hole, gaping open and then squeezing tightly closed, wanting to be filled and thoroughly fucked by my big cock,” Dom whispers in a rough voice, the palm of his hand pressing flat against my back, right above my ass crack. I shudder, moaning as I watch Dalton spit into the palm of his hand, coating his cock with his saliva. Dom rubs at my lower back for a second, as if waiting for my body to relax before he moves his hand lower. He takes his time as he trails a single digit between the crack of my ass until he gets to my asshole, pausing there as he circles it, coating me with more lube. “Okay?” he asks softly just as he starts to put pressure around my puckered hole but stops before moving forward.

I didn’t think I could love this man any more than I already do, but that’s a lie. Tears gather in my eyes at how gentle he’s being and I furiously blink them away. I’m loving every minute, even though I’m slightly scared, but I don’t want him to hold back, and I know he will if he sees my tears.

“Dom?” I whimper as Dalton clenches his jaw, his fist moving faster over his pulsing monster cock.

“Yes, Mama?” Dom rumbles in a seductive voice.

“Don’t hold back. Please,” I beg, needing him to be who he is.

Rough and violent. Demanding and controlling. Loving and gentle.

I need it all. Every single piece of who he is. I don’t want him treating me with kid gloves, so this is me taking my power back. A piece of myself that was forcefully taken.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He pauses his finger but leaves just the smallest pressure on my back entrance.

“I want you to hurt me. Fuck me hard but love me afterwards.” I’m gasping, hips rocking back onto the pillow the more turned on I get, craving him to slide in and out of me.

“Fuck. Give her what she wants. She can take it.” Dalton groans as if he’s in pain at my words, biting his knuckle as he angles his head to stare at the way my hands are spreading my cheeks further apart for their gazes.

“You're killing me, Tillie. Give me a safe word. Now,” Dom growls, his hand gripping my hips so hard that I know I’ll have bruises after, but I love that.

I love knowing that he's marking me in a way I’ll feel and see for days, knowing I belong to him and who gave me everything I asked for.

“Mrs. Sullivan.” I smirk at Dalton as he stops pumping his hand up and down his cock to glare at me.

“Fucking hell. I’m never going to hear the end of that,” he mutters before stroking his cock hard and fast like he’s mad at it.

“Spread wider for us, Mama,” Dom orders, humming in the back of his throat as I follow his order. “Good girl.”

My pussy clenches at the praise, feeling really fucking empty.

He starts circling his finger around and around my hole at a slow, maddening pace, and I’m seconds from shoving back on his finger until he finally gives me what I want. The pressure feels tight at first, his finger only pushing in a little before sliding out just as slowly. On and on he teases me, taking his time coating the entrance of my ass with so much lube that I can hear his fingers making wet, squelching noises until he’s finally knuckle-deep.

“Oh God,” I pant into the comforter, my wide eyes locked on Dalton the whole time.

“Not God. Just your daddies.” Dalton flashes me a wink and rubs the slit of his cock where pre cum is dripping out into his big hand.

“More?” Dom asks huskily, pushing his whole finger inside and circling my inner walls to coat it with as much lube as he can before he slides his digit out.

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