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“She’s already soaked,” Todd says to Duane, ignoring me in the middle of them. Like it doesn’t matter if I’m embarrassed, as long as they get what they want. “You weren’t kidding, were you?”
Duane glances at him, but turns his attention back to me. He pulls me off of his dick and forces me to look him in the eyes.
“I want to watch him fuck you like a dirty whore. Taking it from both ends,” Duane says. “Goddamn. That’s not enough for you, is it, slut? You need a cock in each hand. A cock in your pussy and in your ass. Hell—” Duane points toward the curtain. “Maybe I should invite all the customers in here too.”
My body shudders with anticipation, and Duane licks his lips, then grabs the back of my head and shoves me down his length. I gag, my body convulsing with the need to vomit, but he keeps me down.
“Eyes on me,” he orders.
And I keep my eyes locked on his, even as he pushes his cock further down my throat, forcing me to suck all of him. My eyes water; I can barely breathe. Todd teases his cock in my wet slit, then he penetrates an inch and my body is covered with sweat.
It’s happening. I’m being fucked from both ends. Like a little cock whore.
“God,” Todd groans. “She’s drenched.”
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll cut out your tongue,” Duane growls. My muscles clench, and even Todd stops his movements for a second.
But Todd doesn’t question it. He stays silent. Duane puts a hand under my chin and angles my head so that I’m gazing up at him with his cock stuffing my mouth.
“How does it feel, Hitch?” Duane says. He palms my breasts, pulling me out of my bra, letting my tits hang down as he pinches my thick nipples. “Tell me, how does it feel to have two holes used at once?”
Todd drills me from behind, and I grunt, falling into Duane’s lap. Duane smacks my cheek lightly, then forces me back down on his cock.
“This is rich, ain’t it?” Duane murmurs. “I’m paying you to fulfill my darkest fantasies, but look at you! This is all about you and your greedy little pussy. You just can’t help yourself.”
Every ounce of flesh on my body jiggles as Todd pounds into me, and Duane fills my mouth. He forces his thickness down my throat until my nostrils are flat against his lower stomach.
“God, I love watching you take it from both ends,” Duane says. “Is this what you wanted, Hitch? To be used like a fuck toy and not given a choice about how you take it?”
The words are so filthy that my eyes roll into the back of my head as I moan, and Duane shoves my hands down.
“Play with your pussy,” he demands.
I rub my clit with one hand, barely able to keep myself upright with the other as I lean on the couch, while Todd and Duane fuck me from both ends, using my holes at different rhythms, filling me up. Losing control over a plaything like me. A woman who’s always been so powerless, but can make two grown men go feral over her holes. Who can make a killer want her so badly, he’ll even fulfill her darkest fantasies. He’ll even share her if he has to.
“Come for me,” Duane growls. “Show me how much of a cock whore you are.”
And I come undone at the seams, splitting apart like I’m not meant for this world. My eyes lift to Duane, and he pulls out, coming on my face. And for a brief second, I notice Todd’s come shooting onto my back too, but then I forget all about that. All I see is Duane and his mark on me, as if he’s the only one here. The only one truly using me.
He made my fantasy a reality.
And I have footage that can put him in jail.
Chapter14
Duane
There arethings you do to prove to yourself that you don’t have any attachment to a woman, like fucking her at the same time as your business partner. And I canalmostget past it, as long as I’ve got her happy little face in my mind.
But then my phone rings, and I’m reminded that it’s not just the two of us at this moment. Still, I ignore it. Nothing could be important enough to interrupt this moment for Reggie.
But then Todd’s phone rings too, and I know it has to do with the mushrooms.
Todd grabs his phone, using a cocktail napkin to wipe the come off of the tip of his cock. “All right,” he says into the device. “Shit.” Then he hangs up. “We gotta go,” he says to me.
“Braden?” I ask. Todd nods. Braden got home earlier today, which means something bad happened. Did my girl leave another finger? Or is the blackmailer leaving more threats behind?
But still, if Reggie’s on her knees, come-hungry before me, the business can wait. I’m not finished with her yet.
