Page 72 of Good Girl

He gives a harder thrust, and I know I’m coming before I even feel the burn throughout my body. The vibrator stays on my clit for my entire orgasm, the speed relentless. It stays until my fingers feel numb, the bottoms of my feet tingle, and my mouth feels dry.

And then it stays even longer.

It starts to hurt. My clit pulses and shoots pleasure down my thighs. I struggle against the ropes, twisting and turning, trying to get away from the torture.

“No, no, no, please stop. It hurts. Please,” I beg, tears pouring down my cheeks. “Please, Daddy. I don’t want any more.”

White-hot streaks burn to my core, and I can barely breathe. Viper is still thrusting in and out of me, causing sloppy sounds to fall from my pussy, aided by my own cum.

“Who says you get to decide how much you get?” Viper asks with gritted teeth. His free hand rubs up the back of my thigh toward my knee before he stops and grips my leg tightly. “We’ll stop when we say you’ve had enough, and not a moment before.”

“Pl—” My next attempt at begging is cut off as a hand grabs my hair, my head is turned, and I’m force-fed a dick into my mouth, again.

“Relax, princess,” Angel says with a rough voice. “Be a good girl and choke on that cock, that’s it, princess. Don’t worry about what’s happening to your pussy, just choke on my cock. Let us make you feel good.”

“Your pussy is so tight, kitten. It’s locked up and pulsing around my cock. And you are so wet. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever felt a pussy this wet before. So good for us. I can’t wait to see my cum all over your breasts.”

The vibrator is removed, and I sag into the ropes. My pussy hums with the phantom vibrations and my bones feel like jelly. The only things holding me up are Angel’s beautiful ropes andthe two dicks inside of me. They are holding me securely to the chair, making sure I stay nice and open for him and Viper.

Angel pulls out of my mouth, and the vibrator returns, but this time, it’s on my clamped nipple. The pinching pain returns, but it’s joined with pleasure, and my body has no idea if it wants to pull away or push into it. At the same time, the dick in my pussy is removed, and I sob at the emptiness that returns.

“Nooo,” I slur, but then there is a dick rubbing at my lips. Greedily, I open my mouth and suck it in, the musky wetness coating the dick helping it to slide all the way in.

With my nose buried against the skin at the base of this new dick, I suck and work my tongue, even as my throat tightens. Saliva spills from the corner of my mouth as I gag.

“Fuck, yes, kitten. Suck my cock. Look at you. Getting messy for us.” Viper gathers my hair and holds it back as he starts to pull out.

Just as he thrusts back in, I feel a dick lining up at my pussy. Angel. Angel is going to fill me back up, and I’m going to be full and perfect.

The vibrator shifts to my other nipple, and I moan around Viper’s dick as Angel sinks into me. Once he is in, he doesn’t take it slow. He grips the backs of my thighs and fucks into me at pace that matches my rapid heart rate.

I’m so wet, I can hear it with every clap of his skin against mine.

I want to reach for him. Or for Viper. I want to feel them.

But I need to be good and just feel. Just let them make me feel good.

The vibrator travels to the underside of my breast and down to my stomach. Dread and excitement at the idea of it touching my clit again fill me at the same time.

I can’t have another orgasm.

At least, I don’t think I can. My clit feels weird and swollen, and the nerves are all fried. Besides, I’m still tingling from the last one. Every time Angel thrusts into me, it sends a shock into my core and makes zings of fire explode.

But the vibrator doesn’t go to my clit.

It's placed across both of my thighs and left there, with the head vibrating on one thigh and the cord dangling over the other.

It is so close to my clit, but not close enough, and the vibes are traveling through my pelvis, straight down to my pussy.

The chain is given a tug, and I gasp around Viper’s dick, my stomach muscles clenching.

“Ah, I see what you mean,” Angel says. “Her pussy is so reactive to her nipples. It’s like they’re connected. Maybe we should ask Xavier about piercing them. Then we could hang pretty things from them. What do you think, princess? Would you like some pretty pierced nipples?”

Images assault my mind of my nipples with barbells that have pink and purple gems. Tassels. Beaded chains. Pearls.

Knowing that they are pierced because my daddies wanted them pierced is enough to make me say yes. All the yeses. Every yes there is. I try to make a noise of agreement, and Viper swears as he feels it around his cock.

Viper pulls out and I suck in air. Angel picks up his pace, not moving the toy. I look down to where our bodies join, and with every pull out, I see his dick covered in my wetness. An obscene, wet clapping noise has joined the music as he thrusts in.

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