Page 71 of Forged Bonds
“Are you good?” Shan asked.
“Feels weird, but yes. Cas, I need your cock in my mouth to distract me.”
Cas whined, his eyes pitch black and glassy as he looked down at me. “I can’t. It’s too sensitive.”
“You can, love,” Shan said. “I want you desperate, remember? Put your cock in her mouth.”
His whine turned to a whimper and he pressed his cock to my lips. I ran my tongue around the head and he shivered. “Yes, Daddy,” he said, pushing into my mouth.
His thighs were trembling and I held him tight, not minding that he didn’t thrust much. I sucked and licked him and just held his cock in my mouth, the activity distracting me from the burn of my hole. The burn didn’t last long, anyway. Shan fucked me slowly with the three fingers, his tongue occasionally grazing my clit, and the pleasure grew as my ass adjusted to the intrusion.
Soon he was fucking me roughly with the fingers and I was growing desperate for an orgasm. I tried to hold back, but had to move my hips away from him to stop myself.
Shan didn’t let me, following the retreat of my body and renewing his assault until I moaned around Caspian’s length and gushed all over the sheets.
He nursed me through it, then stood from between my legs.
“I don’t remember giving you permission to come,” he said with a smirk, maneuvering Caspian off of me and leaving my mouth free.
“You practically forced it out of me,” I whined. “You felt me trying to get away to stop myself.”
“Should have held back.”
“You’re a fucking dick.”
“What I want to hear from you is ‘sorry, Daddy.”
Caspian was pushed to the head of the bed, lying on his back. He slumped into place, letting out a needy little noise when Shan’s hand roughly stroked his cock. They shared a heated kiss, and then Shan patted the bed beside them. I eagerly climbed up, but he didn’t put me into position like I’d expected him to.
He stared at me.
Waiting.
Fuck.
“Sorry, Daddy,” I grumbled.
“Good girl. Come.”
“I’m not a dog.”
I crawled over anyway, positioning myself over Caspian’s lap, facing away from him. Shan lined the head of Cas’ cock up with my tight hole, pushing the head through the ring of muscle. Then he stopped me from moving and placed a stinging slap on my ass.
“There has been a lot of backtalk tonight. I wasn’t going to give you a spanking, but I think you need one.”
It was another tactic to keep me from getting what I really wanted — both holes filled and their marks on me. At least this was a tactic I enjoyed.
He slapped each ass cheek, one at a time, then pushed me an inch down on Caspian’s cock. I groaned, my pussy clenching in confusion at why it wasn’t the hole being filled. Shan’s hands stung my sensitive flesh again, and he continued like that.
An inch of Caspian’s cock, then hard spankings while I grew used to the extra full sensation. By the time he was fully sheathed in me, my ass was tender. I couldn’t see Cas behind me, but I could hear his panting breaths and soft moans as he tried to hold back an orgasm. I’d clenched down on him with every smack.
This was how Shan fooled around with Cas when he was beinggood…I couldn’t imagine how torturous it was for Cas when he was a brat.
“Lean back and rest against his chest,” Shan ordered.
I did as I was told. Stripping off my shirt and tossing it to the side, I rested my elbows on either side of Caspian’s body. Most of my weight was on him, but he didn’t seem to mind. His hands wrapped around me to play with my nipples, tweaking them.
“How does it feel?” Shan asked, stroking his fingers through my slick and coating his cock in it.
