Page 51 of From the Ashes

Another moan escapes my throat at the same time as I hear Bishop curse behind me, the sound of him pumping his cock filling the room.

I’m ready to beg. I’ll give them just about anything if it means they’ll make me come, and I don’t even care how much power that gives them in this moment. I just need it. I need them.

Crew withdraws the toy before bringing it up to his face and inspecting the job I’ve done. He takes his time, and each second that passes by feels longer than the last until I realize I’ve stopped breathing all together.

He drops the toy beside us on the bed before grasping the hair at the nape of my neck and forcing me to look up at him. His other hand slips around my throat, tightening his grasp until each breath I drag in is shallower than the last. “Such a good little whore for us, aren’t you, Camilla?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I choke out.

“Fuck,” he groans. “I’m never going to get sick of hearing you call me that, Little Menace.” He dips his face down until his lips are just a breath from mine. “Now here’s what’s going to happen. Bishop is going to fuck your desperate pussy while I fuck your throat, and you’re going to take everything we give you. Do you understand?”

I nod as much as I can with both his hands holding my head in place, but he seems satisfied with my answer.

“You may come as much as you like since you’ve taken your punishment like such a good girl.”

Relief rushes through me a second before Bishop’s cock nestles at my entrance, and I’m tense for another reason entirely. Anticipation floods my belly as Crew positions himself with his cock resting at my lips, but his hand is still tight around my throat.

As one, they push inside me, and the moan that escapes my throat is so desperate I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment, but then the pleasure hits, and I’m lost to it. I don’t care about the sounds I make or how they perceive them, because all I care about is pleasing the two men using my body as they need.

Bishop curses again, his grip on my hips tightening to the point of pain, but I lean into it. I never thought I’d get off on it, but then again, I didn’t think I’d enjoy half the things they do to my body, and so far I’ve loved every single thing.

Crew’s cock hits the back of my throat, and I lap at the underside of his cock, reveling in the way he pulses against my tongue.

He tightens the hold around my throat as he pushes himself deeper, and I swallow around him as best I can, allowing him to slip deeper. “Fuck, Camilla. You look so pretty being used by us.”

I moan around him as I careen toward the edge of oblivion. Every nerve in my body is firing, and the oxygen deprivation mixed with all my holes being full makes it impossible to drag in a breath. But I need more. More of them. More of their roughness. More of their affection. I’m desperate for it.

I press back against Bishop, and he begins fucking me harder without hesitation. His balls slap against my clit with every thrust, dragging me closer to the edge. At the same time, one of his hands lifts from my hip and begins playing with the plug in my ass, causing my entire body to tense as pleasure washes over me.

So fucking close.

“Oh, you like that, love?” Bishop chuckles roughly. “You’re going to fucking love it when you have one of us in each of your holes as we fuck you like the little whore you are for us.”

I moan, the depravity of his words only makes it harder to care about the meaning of his words because I want it so bad. I want them. All of them. At once. I want them to push me to my limits. I want them to make me beg and whine and cry. I want it all.

Crew withdraws from my throat, and I drag in desperate breaths as I stare up at him through bleary eyes. “Fuck, you look beautiful like this, Camilla. Covered in tears and saliva and sweat. Your makeup running, looking like the perfect slut for us.”

A moan escapes from my throat and he gives me a knowing look.

“You love being our slut, don’t you, Little Menace?”

“I love it, Daddy.”

“I know you do, baby.” He brushes his thumb across my cheek and then across my bottom lip until he slips it into my mouth. I suck it hungrily, needing his cock. “Good girl,” he murmurs as he stares down at me with something akin to love. The emotion staring back at me is startling for a man like him, but being on the receiving end of it makes my heart flutter in my chest.

Something tells me that being loved by a man like Crew Black will be the end of me.

But who am I to give a fuck when it feels this good?

A hand slips beneath my body, and deft fingers circle my overstimulated clit, dragging a scream from my throat.

“You gonna come for us, love?” Bishop grunts out as his thrusts lose some of their rhythm. He’s just as close to the edge as I am, and the idea of dragging him over with me has my pussy pulsing around him.

“Open wide, Camilla. I’m going to fuck your throat and you’re going to swallow every drop I give you. Got it?”

In response, I do exactly as I’m told, my lips parting and my eyes locked with his as I wait for him to make good on his promise.

He presses forward at the same time Bishop doubles down on his assault on my clit and the plug, and between them, I’m completely lost in the pleasure.

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