Page 11 of Reckless Hearts

Trick prises my legs apart, cupping me, before his finger slides along my slit, making me gasp as I grind my hips against his hand. The feel of his fingers on me is so intense that delaying my release isn’t a luxury I have.

Wes kneels beside me, trapping me between him and Trick. His fingers tangle in my hair, yanking my head back so I’m forced to stare at the ceiling. His mouth claims mine with an urgent, almost ruthless intensity. Sweet and torturous, his tongue moves against mine with a practiced precision, as if we’ve done this countless times before. It’s the ultimate mindfuck. Breathless and speechless, I’m left reeling. If this is how he kisses, I can only imagine the way he fucks.

I reach around to cup the back of his head, my fingers slipping under the mask to tangle in his soft, sweat-slicked hair while he palms my breasts. I pull him closer, gripping his scalp to deepen the kiss, moaning into his mouth as Trick drags my nipple through his teeth.

Holy fuck.I think I died and went straight to the depraved depths of hell.

Heat blazes through my body as I grind my hips against the mattress, desperately trying to relieve the burning ache in my pussy. But the pressure is relentless, and it’s not enough. I need more.

Trick lowers his mouth to my stomach while Wes moves to my neck, his teeth nipping and biting the sensitive skin. Their synchronised actions intensify the ache between my legs and the marks around my throat. As Wes grips my hips, Trick’s face draws closer, just inches from mine.

I lean in, locking my gaze on those depthless black eyes, anticipating a kiss. Instead, he pacifies me by pressing four fingers knuckle-deep into my mouth. Eagerly, I suck on them, moaning as I swirl my tongue around each one, before he withdraws them and shoves them between my legs.

I grind my hips against his hand, watching him intently as he fucks me with his fingers before dragging my nipple into his mouth. Wes covers the areas Trick doesn’t, roaming over my breasts and stomach, nipping and biting every inch of exposed skin. His expert tongue swipes along my flesh, and his hands eventually climb up to wrap around my throat.

“You’re such a good girl for us, aren’t you, baby? Our perfect little slut,” Wes murmurs.

His words of affirmation push me closer to the edge, and I can’t respond. Instead, I stare into those emotionless black holes that have no right to make me feel this way, especially when I’m so close to release.

The pleasure is overwhelming, leaving me torn between holding back or letting my orgasm consume me. I want to stretch this feeling out, to make it last all night until I’m a sobbing, shaking mess, my body drenched in sweat and sex—filled up, cumdrunk, and utterly satisfied.

The thought makes me rock my hips harder against Trick’s hand, my throat making incoherent sounds as Wes repeats his tender praise.

“Do you like that, pretty girl? Does he make you feel good?”

Trick thrusts harder, curling his fingers to hit a sweet spot that has me whimpering, drawing desperate cries from my throat. My walls tighten, my body tense as he brings me to the edge. Just a few more thrusts...

Abruptly, he withdraws his fingers, dragging my nipple through his teeth and cutting off all stimulation. Wes quickly follows suit. My pussy throbs from the sudden emptiness, a deep, unsettling longing that magnifies all my insecurities.

But before I can fully process the sudden shift, Wes grabs my ankles from behind and flips my legs out from under me, eliciting a high-pitched shriek. I land flat on my back, pressed against the mattress with my legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He secures me in a headlock, his knees on either side of my face, his swollen cock conveniently positioned directly above me. Though their faces are hidden, I can sense their amusement from the way they hold themselves.

“Think you’re funny, do you? Violating me like this?”

“Yes,” Wes quips, dipping his head to give me a chaste kiss before whispering, “we’re going to violate you so. Fucking. Hard. And you’re going to love every second of it.”

His words make my stomach clench and my heart skip a beat. Before I can fully process them, Trick’s tongue snaps me back to reality, his relentless invasion of my pussy tearing a cry from my throat.

Pushing my knees to my chest, Trick furiously laps at my cunt, probing me with his tongue, savouring me like he’s on death row and I’m his last fucking meal. I reach behind my head and rub Wes’s cock through his briefs. He pulls it free and guides it intomy mouth, the weight pressing deep into the back of my throat, while he massages my tits.

“Your mouth feels fucking amazing," Wes growls, his hand tightening around my throat as his thrusts become quick and shallow. Trick bites at my pussy, nipping at the flesh of my clit before spitting on it, coating it as his fingers and mouth work in ruthless harmony. “Fuck, Tatum. You look so pretty when you suck my cock.”

He jerks his hips, driving his cock deeper, and I choke around him as thick, hot spurts of cum coat my tongue. “Hold it in your mouth, baby.”

I do as he says, struggling to breathe while Trick continues his relentless assault on my pussy.

Wes’s seed leaks from the corners of my mouth, the sheer degradation amplifying my arousal as I near my limit. “Do you want to come?” he asks.

I nod eagerly.

Wes grips my throat, his fingers tightening just enough to heighten the sensation of my impending orgasm. Trick’s tongue curls inside me, hitting that sweet spot again and again, fucking me into oblivion with hard, fast thrusts that draw out waves of intense pleasure.

I moan around the invasion in my mouth, as white spots ghost my vision, and my head goes light.

“Good fucking girl.” Wes grips my throat, withdrawing his cock and giving my cheek a sharp smack before kissing me, his cum dripping from my mouth and into my hair. “You're doing so well, baby. Now, swallow for me.” I'm quick to comply, swallowing the rest of his seed, savouring the taste. “I love how good you are for us.”

The next string of praise, coupled with Trick’s sinful tongue, makes my legs shake uncontrollably, my body convulsing as a string of incoherent whimpers pour from my throat. When Icome, it’s hard and violent. But Trick doesn’t let up. Instead, he closes his mouth on my clit and sucks again, pulling another orgasm from me instantly.

“You’re so pretty when you come, baby,” Wes says. “Do you want to taste yourself?"

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