Page 72 of Giving In

He chuckles and bites my earlobe. “Beg.”

My heart skips a beat at his last word, my eyes snapping open. He can’t be serious. But when I feel his hand starting to retreat, my brain doesn’t even get a say in the decision. The words just flow out of my mouth.

“No. Please, please don’t stop.”

My lower belly tightens at his smug smile and it makes me feel all the shame my brain didn’t get to make me feel. Heat rushes through my cheeks in embarrassment but as soon as his finger slips deep inside me, it all becomes irrelevant. I’m suddenly drowned in pleasure, butterflies battling in my stomach.

“Ahh….” The loud moan resonates against the ceiling.

Chris works at my breasts again and Jake slides in another finger, stretching me. The addition of the second one stings slightly but as soon as his thumb works my nub again it all turns into overwhelming pleasure.

It doesn’t take long for my eyes to roll to the back of my head. Jake sucks at my neck roughly. I feel his teeth on my skin and my head lands on Chris’ chest. Chris’ thumb slides from my jaw to my lips and I don’t hesitate to part them for him. He slips his thumb in my mouth and I roll my tongue around it, desperately trying to please him the way they’re both doing to me.

“Fuck,” I hear Chris whisper behind me.

“You know what, Goody,” Jake says in my ear. I can barely hear him; I’m riding his hand following his movement of pumping in and out of me.

My whole body is ready to explode, I just need the flicker of a flame to set it all on fire. “I think you’re gonna come for me,” he continues, his hot breath on my cheek. “You want that?”

I nod my head yes, incapable of talking with Chris’ thumb in my mouth.

“Wait,” he says, and I can hear the satisfaction in his voice. I’m so close I want to scream and cry for him to just finish me. “Hold,” he orders.

“Please,” I try to say but it comes out mumbled. I suck harder on Chris’s thumb as if it’s going to change anything.

“Fine. You can come now,” he smiles.

He works me harder, unleashing on my clit and as soon as his fingers curl in me, they seem to flick a button. Everything explodes inside me, needles are prickling at my skin, the butterflies enter a trance in my lower belly, and I feel my pussy clench around his fingers.

My heart explodes, it runs up my lungs all the way to my throat, and without even realizing, I let out a loud, high moan, barely muffled by Chris’s thumb in my mouth. He slides it out of my mouth and relaxes behind me.

My knees buckle as I come down from my waves of pleasure, spasms still working my body, and Chris catches my waist with both arms.

Jake pulls out his hand and takes a step back, looking at me with amusement and contentment on his face. His expression is shouting at me that I lost all right to go against him anymore.

How can I be so weak? How can I just let him make me feel so...good?

Chris pulls me backward until I can feel him take a step to the side and lower me on one of the bean bags. It’s a fake fur bean bag and it’s soft and comfortable, making me feel even more on a cloud than I already do.

The fog in my vision slowly dissipates and I realize the state that I’m in; in my one and only lacey panties that Jake purposely picked from my drawer. My top pulled up right under my chest and under said top, I can feel my bra has slid above my boobs. I’m wet and sticky between my legs. Not only in my underwear, I can also feel it on my thighs. Jake and Chris can probably see it. The hair at the back of my head feels like a mess from leaning my head on Chris’ chest.

Chris steps away as Jake comes closer. The latter caresses my cheek and smiles at me, satisfied.“Did you like that?”

I nod, incapable of using my voice at this time.

“Are you thankful that we made you come?”

I nod again, my pussy clenching at the reminder.

“You gonna show us how thankful you are now, aren’t you, Angel?”

My eyes widen in shock. Is he really expecting my inexperienced ass to take the lead? My eyes feel heavy and my whole body feels like I’ve been stepped on by a herd of elephants.

Chris’ face shifts and he turns from a man filled with lust to emanating cold. Or regret? “Dude, I’m out.”

“What?” Jake answers puzzled.

“I told you I didn’t want to do this anymore.”

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