Page 11 of For the Boys

I nod and arch my back, pressing my tits into his chest. “I’ve been ready.”

He smiles then leans back on his haunches before griping himself and stroking a few times right next to my pussy. With every movement his knuckles brush me and get soaked in my arousal. He runs the tip of himself up and down my slit a few times, making sure he’s fully coated in wetness before he finally pushes inside. He moves so slowly, giving me time to adjust to the new fullness, and making sure I feel every last inch of him, until he’s buried in me.

I didn’t realize how sore I was just from them fingering me, but with him inside I definitely feel it. It’s hot and sharp, but only lasts for a second. He grinds his mound against my clit, his hair tickling me in all the right places, and erasing the pain I was feeling.

He pulls out again then slams back into me, this time not caring how rough he is. It’s a stark contrast to the gentle movements from earlier but I don’t mind it. In fact, I welcome it. This is exactly what I wanted, and although I may have never voiced it, he knows it. It’s as if he knows what I want or is just so damn confident in how to please a woman. Either way, I’m not complaining.

He grips my ribs and steadies himself so he can keep thrusting, but it doesn’t seem to be enough for him. Pulling out, he scoots back a few inches and taps my thighs. “Flip over.”

I do as he asks then raise my ass in the air while keeping the top half of me on the bed.

“Damn, Red,” I hear Isaac whistle. “Spread those cheeks and let me see.”

I reach back and grab the crease where my ass meets my legs, then spread myself as wide as I can before I let go.

Drew releases a breath behind me then smacks my left cheek. “Fuck. I wish I could take that hole.”

I shake my head against the bed with a smile. “No anal.”

He grabs my waist in response and teases the entrance of my pussy with his cock. “Maybe one day...” He trails off, then leans down to kiss between my shoulder blades before pressing my head into the mattress harder. “For now, just keep your ass up.”

I arch my back more in response and widen my knees a few more inches so he can fit between them comfortably. He accepts my invitation and pushes back inside me. This time it’s at full speed with no chance to adjust, not that I would need it now anyway. With every buck of his hips, he presses my head down harder, clenching his hand into a fist in my hair and then releasing it.

I shake my head, hoping he gets the message I’d much rather he touch me in other places, then push myself up on my elbows. “Fuck, Drew,” I moan.

His hands move back to my waist and dig into my skin. His nails bite into my flesh but the small bit of pain makes the pleasure feel so much more intense.

Pounding into me even harder, the only sounds that fill the room are the slaps of wet skin and my moans.

“It’s okay, Tilly. You can scream for me. Let me hear you,” he huffs behind me.

So I do. I open my mouth and scream as loud as I can, not caring if anyone on the other side of the door or outside the room can hear me. Drew snakes one hand around me and rubs my clit quickly, coaxing me to come. As his body grows stiffer, his motions become more erratic, and within seconds, I feel his dick start to pulse, shooting his seed deep inside me, and that’s all it takes.

My walls squeeze around his length and the all-familiar tightening in my stomach rises. Within seconds I’m coming for the second time tonight and I hope it won’t be the last.

CHAPTER NINE

He pullsout of me slowly, keeping his hands locked around my waist to steady himself. I can feel his cum run down the inside of my thighs, but I’m too spent to care. I bury my face into the mattress and keep my ass in the air.

“Can’t let this go to waste,” I hear Isaac mumble behind me before I feel his fingers run up the inside of my leg all the way back to my pussy. Slowly he pushes Drew’s cum back inside me. “It’ll be good lube for me and Vincent.” I can hear the smile in his voice.

Pushing Drew out of the way, Isaac takes his spot and caresses my hips, kneading my skin and rubbing his palms up and down my legs. “You look so good on display for us. Completely spread out and ready for more cock.”

I shudder at his words. “I don’t know how much more I can take,” I admit.

“I told you till the sun rises and I don’t see the sun yet. Do you?”

I turn my head and look around the room the best I can to see if I can spot a window because I clearly wasn’t paying attention before. There isn’t one which makes me assume that’s the whole point. Their plan is to use me until they can’t use me anymore. All fucking night, I’m theirs.

“Don’t worry, baby. We won’t torture you much longer,” I hear Vincent remark as the bed shifts under his weight. “We just need one more feel of that pussy then you can rest.”

I nod in response with a small smile. Honestly, fuck the soreness and the heaviness my eyes are starting to feel. I would let them do whatever they wanted to me all night because so far, I haven’t regretted a single second.

“I told you I need words, so speak up. Are you ready for this?”

I clear my throat and realize how dry it is, but ignore the feeling. Right now, that’s not important. “I’m more than ready.”

Vincent grabs me by my thighs, stealing me from Isaac’s hold, and flips me over in the bed then pins my arms above my head. He smiles down at me before dipping his head and hovering his lips an inch from mine. “Good.”

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