Page 27 of Noire Moon
Oh, holy fuck.
This is really happening.
It’s been a while since I’ve taken anyone back there, so I do my best to try and relax. I’m so overwhelmed with anticipation and pleasure and the fear of what might happen if I accidentally start screaming,Yes. Please. Fuck me harder.That I’m certain I forget to breathe.
His touch isn’t exactly rough, but it doesn’t treat me gently either, as he takes control and spreads me. Knowing that he’s seeingeverythingwith me impaled in this position, and quite simply his to use, is so fucking hot and filthy. These men are my absolute undoing.
I just know I’m never going to be the same after this night is over.
“Christ. Your cock looks so fucking good. Fuck the little whore, just like that.” Copper Mask presses me to lean further forward, watching the place where my other stranger enters me. Meanwhile, I’m bent over, and my ass cheeks are held open. “Of course, your giant dick stretched her out nice and good.” He’stalking to Gold Mask now, and I can hear the hint of amusement in his voice.
Do they do this kind ofsharingoften? Are all three of them together? Or is it just the two men currently planning to fuck my pussy and my ass at the same time who are sexual partners? Jesus, I have a million questions, and I want so badly to have the chance to ask them.
There’s also a surge of something that has absolutely no right to exist when I realize just how much I detest the idea ofanyoneelse being with them like this. None of it makes sense. They’re total strangers. All this is to them is anonymous fucking in a sex club.
That’s all it should be for me, too.
Christ, it would be typical that I’d slip and fall on three dicks and wind up catching feelings for faceless men who treat me like nothing but a hole to use.
I don’t get the opportunity to explore those worrying sensations and potential need for therapy sessions I cannot afford. Instead, I’m brought crashing back to the moment when the weight between my shoulder blades presses me down further still. It drives me into an incredibly intimate position against the man below me. Leaving me unsure whether he even wants me to be cuddled up against his chest in such a way, but I can’t move.
All I can do is bite back noises that keep threatening to rip through my lungs.
Scents of sex and muskiness and that intoxicating combination of masculinity, citrus, wood… it all fills my awareness.
The head of a cock glides through the lube and teases at my ass.Just breathe. Just breathe.I chant to myself while almost certainly forgetting to actually suck some air down into my lungs. My body is folded forward against the muscled abs and chest of Bloodied Mask, and my fingers dig tightly into his skin.
Then, my stranger behind me is pushing forward slowly with a finger. Working the sensitive ring of muscle to loosen and allow him inside my body. The pressure is intense, especially with my pussy already being filled, but it doesn’t take him long before he’s working forward in slow, careful thrusts.
I send up a silent prayer of thanks that he’s not being brutal with me.
Then, I realize it’s probably got nothing to do withmeand everything to do with the fact he wouldn’t be able to fuck me properly if he rushed too quickly. After all, I am nothing but a tool for their pleasure tonight.
He keeps working me and stretching me, eventually adding another finger. All while I have to submit to whatever he wants to do and realize just at the moment he shifts, replacing his fingers with the insistent press of his cock, that I’m floating on so much pleasure I could burst.
“Fffuckkkk…Your cock feels so good like that.” Copper Mask sounds husky and sinfully sexy, and I stifle back a desperate noise. He’s not talking to me, of course, but holy shit do I wish I could be someone who made his voice turn that shade of desire. I’m stuck in the middle of two mind-altering hot men who have me dripping everywhere. My pussy is soaked and keeps clenching around the thickness and piercings inside, as the feeling of being so-fucking-full only intensifies the further he eases forward, gradually working himself into my ass.
“Get over here and fuck our little whore’s face. She’ll suck your soul out of your cock.” It’s Copper Mask’s words that have me flushing with what might be a tiny bit of pride. I’m also desperate to taste Gold Mask’s cock on my tongue, and I just know that he won’t go easy.
Which is perfectly fine by me.
They’ve already ruined me. I would much rather this moment be seared into my memory forever.
I feel Copper Mask behind me sink forward more and more, and eventually, his hips sit flush with mine from behind. There’s a dark groaning rumble that extends through my spine extending from his chest, and I can feel both cocks pulsing, throbbing inside me.
“Jesus,” he mutters beneath his breath, then slides himself back nearly to the tip, before shifting forward again.
If I expected the man beneath me to break, to make even just a groaning noise, he still remains silent. That unnerving quiet, while his eyes follow every flicker and twitch of my face, it’s doing something to my desire I could never have anticipated.
He feels alluring in a way that my mind has no business latching onto.
This man has used my body, and yet I haven’t heard a single sound pass his lips.
I can barely breathe. They’re so big and fill me like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. These are the fragments of my dreams, imaginings, and fantasies. Not reality.
I’m so stuffed full of them that there’s nothing to do but close my eyes and pray that I don’t start coming instantly.
Fuck. I’ll do anything to make sure I don’t break their rules.
