Page 20 of Morally Gray Daddies

“Dirty pervert! Rotton scoundrel!” The insults were pouring out of my mouth. It didn’t matter anymore. What was he going to do—spank me and stick his cock up my ass? We were already there, so I might as well truly earn it.

“Tomas, feel free to use her mouth,” Gio said atop my waterfall of words, bringing them to an abrupt halt as I gasped in disbelief, partly from his statement and partly from the sensation of him coming to rest against my backside. I could feel his warm skin against the hot, sensitive surface of my bottom, the hair of his body abrading it, but knowing he was fully embedded inside me couldn’t distract me from his command.

“You can’t!” I shrieked. Bad enough that Tomas was here to witness, that he was holding me down. Gio couldn’t possibly be serious, but Tomas was already shifting, moving. I panicked, starting to struggle again as Tomas held my upper body down with one hand, Gio gripping my hips, his body pressed against my backside and the backs of my legs to keep me in place. “You said you were going to marry me! You can’t let another man touch me!”

“I’m not just going to marry you. I’m going to own you,” Gio replied, pulling back and thrusting in again, setting my backside on fire, as if to demonstrate how far his ownership went. “And right now, you’re not my wife, are you? You’re just a naughty little girl who doesn’t know when to keep her mouth shut. It’s time you learned.”

“No!”

But it was too late. Tomas kept one hand on my back, moving the other to my hair, turning my head. Something warm and sticky smeared across my cheek as the tip of his cock dragged over it to my open lips. I tried to clamp them shut, but Gio pulled back and slammed into my ass hard, making me cry out—a sound that was immediately muffled as Tomas pushed his cock into my mouth. It was huge, even thicker than Gio’s, possibly longer. My jaw ached at the invasion, and his fingers tightened in my hair, promising retribution if I tried to bite down. My eyes watered.

I was caught between them, utterly violated, stuffed at each end, yet there was a pulsing between my legs that defied reason. A pulsing that increased as Gio dipped his hand down and found me even wetter than before, my inner thighs slick with my arousal as it grew. He laughed.

“I think she likes this.” His fingers swirled around my clit as he rocked against me, rubbing himself against my tortured flesh, dragging his cock back, then pushing forward again. On the other side of me, Tomas began to move, slow thrusts that pushed about half his cock in my mouth, which was all I could take before gagging. I’d thought Gio was large, but Tomas was a monster.

Tears slid down my cheeks because Gio wasn’t wrong. There was some part of me that was loving every second of this. My pussy was hot, juicy, eager to please, even though no one was using it. I choked on Tomas’ cock, and my insides clenched, my tongue running over the underside of his shaft, tasting the saltiness of his flesh. He groaned, his fingers massaging my scalp.

And Gio started thrusting.

Gio

I hated seeing Tomas in her mouth. Hated another man’s hands on her, touching her… yet I was aroused by her reactions, by the muffled sounds she made as we pumped our cocks inside her. I could feel her reactions to everything we were doing to her, the slickness of her arousal as it slid over my fingers while her ass gripped me. The heat from her chastised cheeks seared my groin every time I slammed home.

I started fucking her ass harder, pulling my fingers away from her pussy so I could hold her hips. She was a naughty girl, and she hadn’t earned her orgasm yet. I didn’t like the idea of her cumming while another man was in her mouth. Seeing him moving at her head caused turmoil within me, but it was doing even more to her.

I didn’t think he was going to last long. His eyes were closed now, and he was moving that monster cock at a fast pace, groaning with pleasure. Despite my possessiveness, I liked knowing she was sucking him at my command. He was only able to use her mouth with my permission.

With a groan and a gasp, he thrust in hard, though he couldn’t quite fit his entire dick in her mouth. I could hear her muffled cries as he started to cum, knowing she’d be working her throat to swallow it down. An odd sense of satisfaction went through me because it was all done under my control.

She’d sucked him for me.

Brought him to pleasure for me.

Had her mouth used for me.

As Tomas opened his eyes, withdrawing his shrinking cock from her lips, I could hear her gasping sobs. I jerked my head at him, indicating that he should step back as I slowed my thrusting pace, giving him space to pull away. Nodding, he tucked his flaccid cock back into his pants as he moved off to the side, giving us some semblance of privacy.

Even with my cock up her ass, I didn’t fully trust her submission.

“Good girl, babydoll,” I said, giving her cheek a pat. “Now let’s see if you can keep your yap shut while Daddy finishes fucking this pretty little ass.”

Chapter Nine

Clara

The inside and outside of my ass burned as Gio started to move again. With the salty taste of Tomas’ cum on my tongue, I wasn’t having any trouble keeping from insulting him anymore. I just wanted him to fuck my ass and get it over with, nothing else.

Liar. You want to come, too.

My traitorous pussy had her own agenda.

My throat was raw, my ass was raw, and my pussy wanted its turn.

There was something very wrong with me.

Gio started to move, gripping my hips. He began fucking me with hard, punishing strokes, using my body for his own pleasure. I cried out as my legs banged against the desk, each thrust slapping his body against mine, reigniting the burn in my cheeks. With my arms free, I grabbed onto the edge of the table, as if I could pull myself across it, but my muscles were noodle-limp.

Finally able to breathe again now that I wasn’t choking on Tomas’ monster cock only meant that my whimpers and cries filled the room as Gio pounded into me from behind. It hurt so good, and it didn’t matter that my pussy wasn’t getting what it wanted; my desire was growing… and growing…

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