Page 101 of Their Stolen Obsession
Saint growled, “No more damn questions.”
I stood there in a black lace thong with my ass cheeks hanging out, quivering, but not in fear. Pure lust. Arousal soaked through my panties as Saint groaned and ran his hands up my legs. His touch was gentle until he bit his fingernails into my skin and squeezed my thighs.
I worked my fingers into his hair and pulled him closer to me because I needed to feel the heat radiating from his body. His hands left my legs and traveled to my round behind where he cupped each ass cheek, and he bit my hip bone. The tips of his sharp teeth dug into my skin, and he placed his claim on me.
“Fucker.” I sighed at the instant pain he caused me, but he kissed the mark and replaced it with bliss.
Sin touched the small of my back above Saint’s eager hands and he drew little circles there. Saintran his tongue along my panty line and his teeth grabbed the elastic band, giving it a snap when he released it. His tongue carried on across my belly, dipping into my navel and out again while his hands left my butt and made their way toward the front of my body.
Fuck.
These men were good on me as they did whatever they wanted, and I took everything they gave.
“Are you ready?” Saint asked as he ran his hands up underneath my blouse and rubbed my nipples.
“For what?” I replied.
“I thought my best friend told you no more questions?” Sin whispered in a low hiss and brushed the hair from my neck. “God, I love it when you’re goddamn disobedient.”
I’d be a tease. Especially when Sin kept his lips against my neck, licking me and grazing his teeth leisurely over my pulse. He was like a vampire, eager to take a chomp and suck me dry.
Sin tickled me with his pearly whites.
Softly, I giggled. “Why?”
Sin groaned. “Mm… Fuck. This is why.”
Sin bit my neck, and I gasped, but I was choking.
I couldn’t breathe; something was restricting my air supply while I struggled, but someone held my wrists behind my back. Saint pinched my nipples,and the pleasure built inside of me. He brought his mouth to one bud and sucked it in between his lips. Then he placed the sensitive rosy point in the middle of his teeth and slowly grazed until somehow a whimper escaped me.
“Yes, sweetheart, give into all of your sensations.” Sin licked up my cheek.
I realized Sin was the one fucking strangling me, and it wasn’t with his hands. He didn’t have me in a damn armlock, either, because he held my hands behind my back. There was no time to figure out what the hell he had done as black dots danced in my vision and Saint took a bite at my tit.
I could feelallof my men. Every caress, grope, and mark they left on me. Somehow, this turned me on and made the fear I had nonexistent. The need to breathe was strong, but I had to have trust in them and in this process these addicted men had lured me into because there was no way out except letting them do their worst.
Slowly, Sin unwound his control around my collarbone, and he gave me some power back. The spots faded, leaving me blinking back tears while Saint came up for air from my chest and he kissed my neck. He traced his lips across Sin’s asphyxiation and aroused me even more.
I could breathe, but Sin didn’t leave me gasping for breath. He eased me out of the erotic haze he had squeezed me into as the tangled hose hung around my body. Sin had tightened the snake I feared into a goddamn chokehold and snugly slithered me up against him while Saint pleasured my body.
“Holy shit.” I coughed.
Until Saint covered my mouth with his intoxicating lips, and I closed my eyes. The kiss was passionate, feverish, and he made my toes curl. I could taste his toothpaste, and his tongue worked on me like he fixed a wet live wire. Electrifying with static shocks rocking through me. Each zap made me whimper, paralyzed by his current running through me, and I couldn’t get enough of him.
“You ain’t seen nothing yet, darling.” Saint brushed his mouth against mine, and he bit at my lower lip. “Sin? Spray her until she’s wet, and soaking with cum.”
My eyes snapped open, and I was eager to protest at Sin, who stood beside Saint, but all the refusal left me once the water stream hit. Sin squirted the water near my pussy once, twice until my thighs willingly spread open and my mouth went wide. Sin made a direct hit, right on my aching clit.
“Oh, fuck!” I cried out while I saw a delicious grin spread across Sin’s lips.
Sin turned the head of the nozzle and the stream turned into a pulsating blast against the most sensitive area on my entire body. Over and over again, I experienced a pleasure unlike anything I had ever had before. Each palpitating pound made me jerk uncontrollably while Saint went behind me to hold me steady for his best friend to unleash his wicked ways. He picked up the pressure, making it spray faster, and my belly coiled.
“Look at you, sweetheart, you’re doing so well.” Sin reached out and took my right leg. “But I want you to spread wider for us.”
Saint helped Sin bend my knee until my leg bent up against my body where his best friend held me open. The pleasure slammed through me, and I couldn’t hold my leg up, but I wanted to. No matter how fucked up this was, I desired this hose to do unthinkable things to me at the hands of my phantoms.
I didn’t care if someone saw us because all reasoning went away once that water fucked me. If someone walked down the sidewalk, I wouldn’t hear them. Whether anybody made a sound, I wouldn’t catch their gasp at our explicit act because I was far too busy panting to give a damn.
