Page 600 of Cheaters: A Dark Romance Anthology

Still, as he unzips his pants and pulls his semi-hard dick out, I swallow the bile rising from my throat. After a few, slow strokes, he angles the tip toward my lips.

“Come on now, girl.”

Swallowing down the tiny voice in the back of my mind, warring with all the others for me to stop, I open my mouth. Grabbing his dick with my hand, I close my eyes and become the good girl I was taught to be. I swirl my tongue around his tip, then pull him deep inside the back of my throat. He smells musty, tastes like soap. I push all of those senses away, blocking them with the darkness. I don’t look, don’t think. This isn’t real.

As he grunts and starts thrusting into my mouth, footsteps approach behind me. My heart speeds up, but I don’t stop.

“You know, Kalena,” Dorian’s voice whispers near my ear, “I no can let you do dis and no tell my braddah.” I pause, Bryan’s dick deep in my throat as I open my eyes and glance sideways. Dorian pulls a second small bag out of his shorts pocket and leans down beside me. A chill runs up my spine. “Dat is,” he runs his hand through my hair, “unless you let me fuck you, too.”

The voices scream inside my head. Tell me I’m a dirty whore.

But the two bags call to me.

I nod.

Both men share a look, then a sly smile.

“On your hands and knees.” Bryan pulls his cock out of my mouth. He pauses enough for me to get on all fours before shoving his dick back past my lips.

Behind me, Dorian pushes up my dress, his fingers tracing my bare crack. I hear his shorts fall to the floor. I want to shrink from his touch, run away. But I don’t. I block it all away. “Such a dirty whore. I bet you like dis. Bet you all wet and want dis. Want dis real hard.” Without waiting, he slams inside me.

I cry out, but Bryan only shoves his dick deeper inside my throat. Choking, gagging, they pound into me from opposite sides. All I can do is grip the gym mat below my hands and hold on. Let them both set the pace; let them control me.I try to block it out, but with each thrust, I grow wetter, my body relaxes, welcoming both of them, wanting both of them. Needing to know that I am not his. I can be theirs, if only for a moment.

Dorian grabs my hips, thrusting deep inside and grinding his hips in a harsh rhythm. I groan. Bryan takes that opportunity to shove his hard dick farther down my throat.

A tension inside the pit of my stomach grows. I forget where I am, what I'm doing. It all becomes pleasure. Carnal need. The voices in my head fade. The memories fade.I’m theirs, safe.

Bryan grabs my hair, shoving my face into his crotch with each pump. I reach up, cupping his balls, caressing them as I lick up his shaft. I twirl my tongue over the tip of his dick.

“Fuck, baby girl. That's it.”

Behind me, Dorian slaps my ass before pulling all the way out only to slam inside me hard.

I moan.

Bryan thrusts deeper. My eyes water as I struggle not to choke. He pumps faster, forcing me to breathe through my nose in short bursts. As his own groans grow, drowning out the wet slapping echoing around the large, open room; I cry out, my pussy convulsing around Dorian's dick in an abrupt orgasm.

The strong grasp on my hair tightens. Bryan jerks his hips three more times before squirting his musky release down my throat. As warm, salty cum drips down my chin, Dorian slaps my ass, hard. With each burning hit, he thrusts faster. A rapid assault like a jackhammer threatening to tear me in half, he bucks into me. Owning me. Soon, he's panting, grabbing my hips as he climaxes with us.

No hugs or kisses.

Before Dorian has even pulled out of me, Bryan zips up his slacks and reaches in his pocket. He pulls out the small bag and drops it in front of my face. Leaning down, he runs his index finger along my chin, wiping off the remnants of his release. Without warning, he shoves his finger inside my mouth.

A slow smile spreads across his narrow lips. “Pleasure doing business with ya, baby girl.”

Nausea climbs up my throat as he pulls his finger out, then saunters out of the room.

Dirty.

Dorian gives my sore ass one more hard swat, then pulls out. Standing up, he straightens his shorts, then follows after him. He reaches the door, then pauses and glances over his shoulder.

“When you ready foa you next hit.” He winks, then disappears out of the gym.

Cold. Hard.

Whore.

Collapsing onto the floor, I clutch the two bags. With my dress still bunched up around my waist, my boyfriend's brother's cum drips down my clammy thighs. Another man's cum turns inside my stomach.

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