Page 85 of A Game Of Love

“No.” I shake my head.

“Good.” He grips my jaw, adding enough pressure to make my mouth open. “Now suck my cock like a good little whore.”

Oh fuck. Yeah, that's one way to ruin my panties.

Bishop leans forward, bringing the head of his cock to my lips. Wanting to please him, I move the rest of the way forward and take him into my mouth. “That’s a good fucking girl,” he groans.

Hollowing out my cheeks, I bob my head, taking him all the way to the back of my throat, gagging a little bit before pulling back.

Like I did with Toby, I work him over, getting a thrill with each sound he makes.

Not wanting Toby to be left out, I let go of Bishop’s cock with a pop before switching over to Toby’s.

“Look at you,” Bishop groans. “Taking your boyfriend's cock so well.”

I moan around Toby, quickening my pace.

“Fuck, she feels so good,” Toby grunts, thrusting his hips forward.

“Like fucking heaven,” Bishop agrees.

Their praise spark a fire inside me, wanting to please them more.

When Bishop thinks Toby has had enough of a turn, he pulls me off, replacing Toby’s cock with his own.

I’m no longer in control, and that's what I was hoping for.

Both of them take turns, switching back and forth, fucking my mouth until there’s spit running down my chin and tears streaming down my cheeks. I jerk one off while I suck the other.

“So fucking beautiful,” Toby murmurs, holding the back of my head as he keeps his cock buried down my throat. “I told you the only time I wanted to see you cry was with my cock down your throat.” I gag a little, swallowing around his cock, making him groan. “I keep my promises.”

He finally lets me up for air and I pull back, a panting mess as Bishop takes his turn.

“You like this, don’t you?” Bishop grunts, thrusting in. “You like that there’s people on the other side of this mirror that have no idea the dirty things you're doing to us. You're on your knees, sucking our cocks, and they’re none the wiser.”

Unable to take it anymore, I slip my free hand into my jeans, needing to relieve some of the pressure that’s making my clit throb.

“He asked you a question, baby.” Toby pets the side of my head.

I shiver and nod my head the best I can before gagging when Bishop hits the back of my throat.

“Good girl,” Bishop grunts.

“Now, play with the mess your cunt is making, Lilly. Make yourself cum as your boyfriends use you like their own little fuck toy.”

I moan a little too loudly and hope there’s no one in the maze right now.

They both chuckle, and I whimper as I slide my fingers over my soaked folds.

When my finger meets my clit, it’s like I’m not even myself.

It becomes a frenzy. I start to grind against my hand, the friction adding the perfect pressure against my clit.

Using the heel of my hand, I rub against it as I fuck myself with my fingers. I’m so damn wet it’s embarrassing.

The guys do as they said, using me as their toy.

My head is a hazy mess, my body thrumming with ecstasy. There are too many feelings, so much going on. I feel like I’m drunk or high. Either way, it’s like we’re in our own little euphoric bubble.

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