Page 91 of Vile Boys

“Caleb.” There’s a glimmer in Ares’s eyes. “Take her pussy.”

Ares pulls out of me, and I mutter, “What?”

Two of them at the same time?

Ares grips my chin and forces me to focus on him. “He will take your pussy, and you will enjoy every inch of him inside you while I plow into your throat.”

Ares

“Oh God,”she mutters.

“No,” I grit, burying myself inside her balls deep. “You have a new lord and savior now. Me. And you will bend to my fucking will.”

It’s too late for takebacks. Her body belongs to us now, and we will use it however we see fit.

Caleb positions himself behind her on the bench, and her legs quake when he pushes them apart. She tries to turn her head to look, but my dick is stuck in her throat, making it impossible.

Slowly, he pushes in, and her loud moans vibrate against my shaft, sending delicious shocks up and down my body.

She will make a fine toy indeed.

“Every inch, Caleb,” I groan, pulling out to allow her to breathe as he forces his way in.

“Oh fuck,” she mewls.

I know she can feel every inch of him inside her. The same piercings that were in her throat before now push into her pussy, making her feel all the things she never wanted to feel.

Lust. Betrayal. Hunger.

I move along with Caleb, matching his rhythm, piercing her on both ends, creating an intoxicating blend of pain and bliss.

I pull out for a second and watch the raindrops enter her mouth instead. “That’s it, little rose, take it like a good girl,” I say. “One breath and your mouth is mine again.”

She sucks in a breath right before I dive back into her while Caleb does the same, and lust almost bursts from my very fucking veins. A guttural groan emanates from deep within my chest.

Fucking him gives me life, but fucking her … feels like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“She’s so fucking wet,” Caleb groans, fucking her like ananimal in heat.

And I’d be lying if I said it didn’t make me want to bury even deeper in this velvety throat.

Rarely have I felt anything so delicious as being able to taint something so pure, so fucking perfect.

“She likes this,” Caleb murmurs, slapping her ass. “With every stroke, she gets wetter and wetter.”

“You hear that, little rose?” I lift her head while I’m deep inside her, forcing her to swallow back those tears. “You’re a natural at being spit-roasted.”

She moans when we both drive in and out of her.

“Fuck, I can feel her tightening,” Caleb groans.

“You’re close, aren’t you?” I ask.

She nods, trying so desperately not to fall apart. But her body already belongs to me, and that orgasm she thinks she can withhold is mine for the taking. All I need to do is find her trigger … push the button … and watch the magic unfold.

And there will be no choice.

She’ll have to endure as many as I desire and as much cum as I wish for her to swallow.

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