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‘She’s so fucking eager,’ he throws over his shoulder to Dex. ‘I hope you’re working her up. I want her so full at both ends she won’t know what to do with herself.’

And with that he fists his cock and smears its wetness across my lips before jamming it inside my mouth. The male, musky smell and taste of him hit me right in my core, his sheer size and this angle confronting as hell. I struggle to adjust to him—my tongue can barely move around him. But the predatory gleam in his eyes as he readies himself to fuck my mouth has me growing even wetter, as does the fact that Dex has apparently decided to take him at his word, obliging Max’s command to “fill me up at both ends” by sticking three fingers inside me, just as hard as Max has stuck his dick in my mouth.

I’m only vaguely aware of the strangled sounds I’m making around Max, but Dex’s strained Jesus fuck suggests they’re pretty carnal. I blink, trying to keep my eyes open through a veil of tears, because the sight of Max, bearing down on me, riding my mouth while his hands grip my jaw and, out of sight, Dex goes to town on my pussy, is quite simply the best thing ever, and the idea that I’ve previously opted for one man at a time when I could have been doing this feels nothing short of deranged.

‘Fuck, she’s taking me so well,’ Max tells Dex, turning his head to the side.

‘She’s bucking like crazy,’ Dex returns, and I moan around Max’s cock at the loss of Dex’s tongue.

‘Okay—hold her off,’ Max begs. ‘I just need a minute more in her wet little mouth.’

Dex’s licks turn soft and teasing and totally fucking inadequate, and the two-against-one thing suddenly feels less hot and more inequitable. But I can’t really complain, not deep down, because my greedy pussy adores the teasing, it really does, and his gentle exploration is nothing to the onslaught of the face-fucking that has me foaming at the mouth and streaming from my eyes and fighting my gag reflex over and over.

‘Fuck,’ Max curses harshly, and then he’s pulling out of me and climbing off me, dick proud and erect as he stands beside the bed.

‘Let her have it,’ he tells Dex, and through my hyper-aroused state, I don’t miss the fleeting look of disbelief Dex gives his cock before he crouches down further and sucks my clit into his mouth.

‘Oh my God!’ I cry. If it wasn’t for these ties, I’d shoot off the bed. My pussy is awash with warmth as my climax builds and builds.

‘Clamps coming off,’ Max warns me before pinching and removing them. There’s a tingling sensation and then the feeling of my nipples flooding with heat as the blood flow returns. His hands are on me, kneading my breasts, flicking my nipples, rolling and pinching them harder as they fill up and grow rosy red, and I squeeze my eyes closed in an attempt to withstand this barrage of pleasure.

Dex fucks me with three fingers, driving them in hard and crooking them each time as he laves my clit as harshly as he can. Max is rubbing and pinching the shit out of my boobs, and, if I felt alive before, I now feel like molten treacle is being injected into every erogenous zone in my body. I may be tethered to this bed, but my soul is soaring.

‘Fuck me, she’s loving this,’ Max says over my cries, his voice tinged with desperation. ‘How wet is she?’

‘Fucking soaking,’ Dex says between licks.

It’s true. I can feel my body sucking in his fingers with ease, can feel the slipperiness of his tongue against my clit. My entire being is fire and air. Max gets to his knees and leans over, sucking hard on one nipple as he works the other between his fingers, and it finishes me off.

The blessed heat rips through me, coursing through my veins and detonating me as I crest and crest and crest and crest with convulsions and shouts and huge, searing waves of pleasure that go on and on and on. As I come down from my crazy, unthinkable peak, Dex’s licks gentle. When he’s sure I’ve finished, he pulls his fingers out gently and drops his head, rubbing his forehead over my pubic bone as Max strokes my breasts, my stomach.

‘What a good fucking girl,’ he says. ‘You came so hard for us.’

I turn my head and smile dazedly at him as, in my periphery, Dex staggers to his feet.

‘Jesus fucking Christ,’ he says.

Max turns to him with a strained grin.

‘Now you get to decide which way you want to fuck her.’

41

DEX

Ilook at Max as I use my thumb to wipe Darcy’s arousal off my lower lip before sucking it into my mouth. His eyes flare with something at the sight. I suspect he’s pretty happy with the treatment we just gave his girlfriend.

‘Um.’ I look back down at Darcy. She’s so unimaginably beautiful, cheeks and breasts flushed red, her huge blue eyes still glassy, her body still trussed up for us to do what we like with. The thought of it has the teeth of my zip straining against my dick. What I am categorically not doing is looking at Max’s dick, which is standing to attention like some fucking truncheon.

The mandate was clear.

He and I convene to give Darcy a good seeing-to. We don’t get all up in each other’s business. I’m glad he straddled her like that when he fucked her mouth. The mere idea of having to watch that is confronting beyond anything I’m comfortable with.

‘What would you like?’ I ask Darcy, but Max tuts before she can reply.

‘Nope. She owes you an orgasm, and she’s going to give her sweet little cunt to you however you like. I can untie her so you can bend her over and take her from behind, if you want? Or you can fuck her like this, or make her do all the work on top. Anything. Believe me, this body can take anything you give it.’

I don’t doubt it. The woman is a human pretzel. My poor, tortured dick throbs at the thought of taking Darcy any which way as Max undoubtedly barks orders at us both. I don’t know why the idea of him fucking her by proxy through me is so hot. Maybe it’s that the sheer force of our combined power is so much greater than hers.

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