Page 36 of Grave Kisses
“You dirty little girl. You did not walk out of that house without panties?!” Bellamy gasps.
“Better punish me,” I say with a grin.
Bellamy grunts and yanks my skirt up. He narrows his eyes at me before unbuttoning his jeans to pull his cock free. Marcus pulls me to the edge of the bed while Bellamy hooks my legs over his arms to fold me. “Open up, baby. Choke on my cock like a good little whore,” Marcus grunts. As soon as I open my mouth, he slides his cock past my lips. At this angle, he can force every inch down my throat. The depth makes me gag, but he starts rocking his hips to slowly take my mouth.
In a true punishment fashion, Bellamy slams into my pussy and immediately starts to pound hard and fast, like he is trying to rearrange my organs. I scream around the cock in my throat, and it comes out as muffled gurgles. “Fuck, take it, baby. Take my fucking cock,” Bellamy grunts.
Marcus holds the sides of my face, which covers my ears. They are talking, but I don’t know what they are saying. I can’t ask because I have a dick in my mouth. I try to get their attention, so I suck harder but then he thrusts harder. Well, I guess if he comes sooner, then I’ll be able to speak. When he finally does come, I realize that Bellamy has stopped. Marcus comes down my throat before pulling back.
“What are—” My words are cut off when Bellamy shoves something into my pussy and flips me to my belly. It’s pressed against my G-spot and clit. I am distracted and trying to sit up when Marcus pushes me back down to the bed and holds me in place. Bellamy spreads my ass before one of them pours lube on me. “Fuck, please don’t break me.”
“I will, and you’ll still come for me like the filthy fucking brat you are,” Bellamy growls. “Deep breath, pretty girl. I’m going to fucking break you.”
“You’re supposed to be the nice one,” I whine and grab a pillow to pull under me. I am on my elbows, but I have my face buried. The toy inside me comes alive, and the vibrations are so strong that I forget he is about to take my ass. When he surges into me, a scream rips from my throat and is muffled by the pillow.
“Who said I was nice?” He growls, slamming into me harder with every word. “You are our whore to fuck. Our whore to break. Scream, pretty girl. Beg for mercy.”
Bellamy is pounding into me so hard and deep that my bellyhurts. The vibrations force rapid-fire orgasms out of me, which keeps me from actually wanting him to stop. He’s so fucking big that each stroke feels like he is going to split me in two. My body is buzzing, and I’m violently trembling as I scream into the pillow. After a while, he pauses to pull me up and puts pillows under my hips. Now when he pushes into me, he can cover my mouth and shove deeper. Tears are rolling down my face as he pushes me to my absolute limit.
“That’s it, whore. Cry for me,” Bellamy grunts. “Fuck, you’re so damn tight when you cry. Cry harder, baby. Fuck, I’m so close.”
He uncovers my mouth, and I immediately start begging. “Please. I can’t. Oh God.”
“Fuck, baby. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good,” Bellamy moans. “Goddamn, you feel so good. Come again, pretty girl. Come with me.”
His sudden flip to sweetness while still fucking the absolute hell out of me makes my body tighten, Bellamy moans and presses more of his body weight into me. When he finally comes, I am shaking so badly that I can’t function. When he pulls out of me, the sudden empty feelings immediately bring me to hysterics. Marcus gently strokes my hair while Bellamy cleans me. When he is done, he rolls me to my side so he can bring me to his chest.
“Shhhh. Breathe,” Bellamy says softly. I force myself to take long, shaky breaths, and I relax a bit. “Good girl. Just relax. I’ve got you.”
“I thought M-Marcus was the m-monster,” I choke out, making them both laugh.
“No. Bellamy is just really fucking good at hiding it,” Marcus says as he rolls me to my back to kiss me.
“I don’t know why I cried. I’m sorry,” I say quietly.
“Baby girl, he just fucked the soul out of your body. I think I saw it curled up crying in a corner,” he says, and I laugh tearfully. “You are incredible, but you are not immune to overstimulation. You are not invincible. He was hard on you, and subdrop can be a real bitch.”
“My belly hurts now,” I sigh.
Bellamy cups my face and gently kisses me. “I love you so much, Kendra. No matter what we find out here, you will always have a place with us. We will remind you of who you are every second of every day.”
“Thank you,” I whisper.
“Now… Let’s go find some food. I think I saw a little bar down the road,” he says, kissing me one last time before pulling me up from the bed.
“Beer for y’all. Wings and chocolate milk for me,” I say.
“What? Ew. No,” Marcus says, curling his face up.
“What? I like hot wings and chocolate milk. So I’ll have them together,” I say. “It’s not that weird, nor is it a craving. I could drink chocolate milk every day for every meal.” I laugh and shake my head at them when they both do an overly dramatic full-body shiver. “Come feed me and call me pretty. I’m carrying your babies.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Bellamy chuckles.
We get out of the truck and walk into the bar. At first, everything is fine. The bartender is serving some guests. Patrons are chatting at their tables. We move to sit down, and one of the servers looks up at me from across the bar.
“Oh hell no. Get the fuck out,” he snaps at me. Bellamy and Marcus immediately pull me behind them, then the man stomps over to us. “You need to get the fuck out. Now. You ain’t welcome here.”
“I don’t know who the fuck you think you’re talking to right now, but…” Marcus says with a grave tone. The bartender cuts him off by pointing at me and shouting. She is beside me, and the guys can’t react fast enough before she grabs my arm and pulls me away from them.
