Page 92 of Taking Chances

“Stop,” Ryan orders.

Fuck. I forgot he was even there, hypnotized by the scene in front of me.

“You don’t get to come yet, hummingbird,” he continues as I slide my dick out of her perfect mouth. “It’s my turn to try our little present.”

She turns to him promptly, opening her mouth again. Her mascara is smeared underneath her eyes, her lips swollen and covered in spit.

Ryan slides his cock into her mouth, and she hollows her cheeks.

“Fuck, hummingbird,” he groans. “You like getting mouthfucked by two thick cocks, don’t you?”

She hums around his length, making him hiss. I slide my glove off, needing to feel her. Getting down to my knees, my hand finds its way to her heat.

“You’re fucking soaked. You love getting used by us.” She nods with a dick in her mouth, her eyes turning feral. “Good. Because we’re nowhere near done.” I push Ryan away from her, pulling her up to her feet. I slip my fingers into her tight pussy.

She bucks into my hand, barely holding on. Ryan joins me, pinching and rubbing her nipples.

“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” she chants. A wicked grin overtakes my face. Her no cursing rule is long gone. Just as she’s about to come, I remove my fingers.

“Not yet, hummingbird.”

I motion my head to the dining table, and Ryan nods. It was all planned. We will now bend her over the table. Ryan will spank her, then bottom out in her little pussy while I fuck her mouth.

We bring Anne to the table, bending her over it sideways. The table is just wide enough for our plan to work perfectly.

“I think our present is just alittlebit too pale,” Ryan starts. “I prefer them with more color.” He grabs Anne’s hair and lifts her head. “You know what a good color for a present is?”

She shakes her head while his sadistic eyes gleam with delight.

“Red,” he bites out.

I can’t see her eyes with her head turned around, but I need to check in with her.

“Give me a color.”

Her head turns to me, previous fear replaced by pure lust in her eyes. “Green.”

I nod to Ryan, signaling he can proceed. Pulling out a chair, I sit in front of her, my cock still throbbing, poking out of my undone pants.

In the scene we’re recreating, the woman was spanked with a paddle, but Anne’s way to inexperienced for that. Ryan’s hand will have to do.

“Eyes on him, hummingbird,” Ryan tells her.

Her eyes snap up to mine, wide and trusting. They close abruptly as Ryan’s palm connects with her skin. She lets out a whimper. The position must be uncomfortable for her. Her tits pressed to the hard table, elbows linked behind her back, her ass and pussy open for us. But the discomfort will only make ithotter for her. She wants to be used and degraded. She wants to be the furthest thing from what she was raised to behave like.

And we’re going to give it to her.

“Don’t fucking break eye contact with me,” I bite out.

Another strike to her ass. She blinks for a second but quickly remembers and glances back at me.

Strike after strike, her sounds turn from hisses to moans, her gaze growing hazy by the second. I get lost in her eyes. We’re in a motherfucking threesome, a random dude spanking her perfect ass, but I feel like we’re the only two people in the world. A string tethers us, from my eyes to hers, unbroken even with all the unrelenting hits she’s receiving.

“There. Now that this present is nice and red, I get to fuck it.” Ryan breaks our contact. Anne moans at the dirty words.

Grabbing his cock, he gives it a few tugs, preparing to bury himself in her wet pussy. A knot forms in my throat, my heart beating faster.

Before I can think about it, my voice spills out, hoarse and low. “Get over here,” I tell him.

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