Page 227 of Sin With Me

“Goldie,” Isaac laughs, the name sounding like a joke coming from him. “Stop being soft with her. I said she likes it hard. Don’t you? Tell your big brother how rough you like it.” His hand comes down on my ass again, and I cry out around Roman’s cock.

God, it feels so good. I’m so wet, so turned on, I can’t deny the truth in Isaac’s words any more than I can stop the zaps of pleasure racing through me.

“Stop it,” Roman growls. But Isaac doesn’t. Instead, he spanks me again, and Roman’s grip on my hand tightens.

“Are you really going to let your father fuck her better than you?” Isaac’s words are almost as brutal as his thrusts.

Part of me likes it, the pain, having both my guys with me, but another part…

A snarl rips from Roman’s throat as he shoves his half-hard cock further into my mouth, his focus on Isaac, not me. I gag around him, saliva pooling from my lips as I drop my hand to the coffee table, needing the leverage as they tug me back and forth between them.

Eyes watering and jaw aching, I stare up at Roman, at his pissed-off expression as his hand moves to my head. He doesn’t push me more, he just rests it there, twining my hair around his fist, digging his fingers into my scalp.

“That’s it, son,” Isaac grunts, spurring him on. Roman’s growl is borderline feral as he thrusts harder, matching his father’s too-fast pace. My pussy clenches around Isaac as he spanks me again, the smack reverberating through my body. “She knows her place. Use her.”

My body heats at his words, a million emotions warring inside me. Use her. Is that all I am to him? To both of them? A warm hole to use when they want?

Roman’s neck strains as his hips move faster, his cock thickening. Isaac shoves himself deeper, forcing me forward, and I choke on Roman. But they don’t stop. Roman’s thrust is there, jerking me back, impaling me so hard on Isaac’s cock, I scream. Even though it’s muffled, I scream again, trying to get their attention.

But they don’t stop.

They don’t stop staring at each other, playing a silent game of chicken to see who will back down first.

“This is the next thing I’ll take,” Isaac mutters, his hand sliding down my back until his thumb rests against my asshole. I stiffen, every muscle in my body tensing. “Should I fuck it in front of your brother, temptress? Should I show him who you really belong to?”

I’ve played with my ass a million times on camera, but it’s never been something I’ve wanted to do with someone else. Playing with it, seeing what feels good is entirely different than having someone shove their cock inside to brutally pound into you.

I try to shake my head, but it’s impossible to move and I know even if I could, they wouldn’t notice. Not with the way they’re playing tug-of-war with me.

Isaac’s thumb massages my asshole, and I clench around his cock. I can’t deny how good it feels, how dirty and forbidden. His thumb slides in, his single digit is thicker than I was expecting, and I cry out. Toys, fingers, I’ve used it all. But this is different.

“I’ll own every inch of this sinful fucking body,” Isaac continues, his hips slapping against my ass. “I’ll use her up and spit her out. Then you can have her, son. You can take my leftovers—”

“She was mine first,” Roman snarls. My body aches with the constant back and forth, the way they’re so carelessly using me.

“But she’s mine now.” Isaac’s voice is dark and taunting, spurring Roman on. Even with his cock only half-hard, he’s still thick, filling my mouth and pushing into my throat.

I rest my hand on Roman’s thigh, trying to get him to let up enough for me to breathe. But he doesn’t notice me. Not with his fiery gaze solely on Isaac.

“She doesn’t want you anymore.” I whimper at Isaac’s harsh words, and bang my hand against Roman’s thigh again, trying to get him to look at me, to ignore Isaac, to see the truth in my eyes.

I want him. I’ll always want him.

His teeth grit together, his face reddening as his thrusts grow more intense, more frenzied. More reckless. More careless.

Reaching back, I reach for Isaac, hoping he’ll stop before this goes too far. But he just laughs, wiggling his thumb as he thrusts deeper.

I try to cry Roman’s name, try to make a sound around the intrusion in my mouth, try to get away from the one in my pussy, but I can’t. I’m stuck. I’m helpless.

I’m helpless.

Tears spring to my eyes, and I try to force them away. But with Roman not paying attention to me, with Isaac goading him, trying to push him into doing something unforgivable, I nearly break. I nearly collapse. I nearly give up.

But I don’t.

I hit my hand harder against Roman’s thigh, hard enough to draw his attention, and when he looks down at me, he’s not himself. His eyes are different. They’re not the hazel color I love so much, no swirls of amber or emerald.

They’re dark.

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