Page 226 of Sin With Me

“Roman!” I cry, lifting my shaking hand and pointing an accusatory finger at his son standing in the living room, only a few feet from us.

Isaac’s thrusts stop, his thick, curved cock still buried deep inside me as I feel him shift. His body tenses, his hand in my hair tightening until I whimper at the pain.

“Are you just going to stand there and watch, or be a man and fuck her mouth?”

The words are like a bomb dropping in the center of our house, and, for one brief second, Roman hesitates. His gaze drops to mine, his square jaw tensing as he takes me in, his eyes trailing over my body, pausing when he sees where I’m locked together with his father. His hands tremble, but he doesn’t move.

He hesitates.

Isaac lets out a harsh laugh. “Either you fuck it, or I’ll find something else to fill it.” I glance over my shoulder, finding him with a mocking sneer stamped on his handsome face.

He doesn’t look at me as he begins thrusting again, his grip in my hair tightening. “Look how rough she likes it,” he mutters, yanking my head until my spine bends nearly in half. My back presses against his chest, my hands coming up off the table as he fucks into me harder. His lips find my neck and he bites down, growling, “Such a fucking whore.”

“Dad,” Roman breathes, a slight plea in his voice, and a whimper escapes me as I watch him stumble forward, dazed. “You’re hurting her.”

“Not yet, I’m not.” He says the words low, almost low enough for only me to hear, but Roman hears. And it’s like those are the words that take him out of whatever spell he was just under.

He strides across the living room, his eyes on mine as his hands fumble with his jeans. Stopping in front of me, we stare at each other as his father fucks me harder and harder, my tits bouncing with each thrust.

Isaac’s hand smacks across my ass again, and I grit my teeth together. “Ro,” I mouth. He reaches out, stopping himself before he can touch me.

My clit throbs in time with my heart, and I slip my hand down my body, Roman’s gaze tracking my movements as my fingers move between my legs. A cry leaves my lips as I rub at my clit, driving my pleasure up.

“Filthy, cock thirsty slut,” Isaac snarls. My other hand moves to my breast, and I grope it over my bra. I almost rip it off, needing more.

Roman’s jeans are undone, but his cock isn’t out. I lift my eyes to his, finding him just staring, his lips in a tight line.

“Please,” I whine, and his throat bobs as he swallows.

“You want this?” he whispers. I open my mouth to answer, but Isaac cuts me off.

“Of course she does. Being a hole for men to use is all she’s good for.” My eyes widen at the harsh words, but before I can say anything, he shoves me down. “Now, stop being a pussy and fuck her throat. Make her cry for us.”

I stare down at my hands again, Isaac’s cock invading me the only thing I feel. But then Roman’s warm hand slides under my jaw and he gently tips my head back.

“Eyes on me, Goldie,” he murmurs, his thumb stroking along my cheek. He swallows thickly, his Adam’s apple bobbing and I track the movement, entranced.

Without his instruction, I open my mouth, my eyes on his, just like he said. I wait, small moans leaving me as Roman pulls his cock out.

He’s not hard.

“I knew you’d get off on this,” Isaac grunts. “Watching your little girlfriend getting fucked by your dad. You’re as fucked in the head as she is.”

The tip of Roman’s dick is soft as it presses against my tongue. He pauses and glares over my head at his father, but the feeling of Isaac’s cock stretching me, filling me so completely, has another groan leaving me, even as his words spread through my veins.

It’s confusing.

I’m confused.

“Well?” I squeeze my eyes shut at Isaac’s taunt. I just want them to stop. To stop fighting, to stop arguing, to stop hating each other.

An idea rolls through my mind, and I flick my gaze up to Roman. Maybe I can be their bridge to each other. I can bring them back together, even for just a moment.

I reach for Roman’s jeans and tug him forward, letting my tongue slide along his thick head. He hisses through his teeth and his eyes find mine. I hollow my cheeks, letting Isaac set the brutal pace of my mouth fucking as he pushes and pulls me on his cock.

Roman’s hand finds mine on his jeans, and he holds it tightly. His thumb strokes lightly across the back of it as I try to get his cock hard with my mouth.

“That’s it, Goldie,” he murmurs. “Fuck. You feel so good.”

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