Page 50 of The Players

He grabbed her ankles and turned her on her back.

Sy was on her in a heartbeat. He pushed her legs far apart and slammed inside.

“Ah…” She hissed.

“Fucking finally,” he growled. Then he set in a punishing rhythm and Carmen was lost.

As Sy kept riding her, a hand on her throat to keep her in place, all she could do was keep her legs spread. She nipped and kissed his lips, his chin, anywhere she could get her mouth on. He growled, assaulting her mouth with his tongue over and over again, but never let her forget who was in charge. The pressure inside her built up until she pinned her heels on his ass, until her eyes rolled in the back of her head, and he was all she could see, smell, and taste.

Skin-to-skin was the way to be. The slap of Sy’s balls against her ass was like a drum. The man was a machine, not giving it a stop.

Suddenly, he grabbed her chin. “Fuck me back.”

Slowly, she pushed up her hips, meeting him in his thrusts. There was no way she could match his stamina, yet, but fucking him back actually made her feel strong. Capable. Not merely a fuck toy.

She bucked up to him, panting, one sticky mess, but life had never felt so good.

With a roar, from deep inside him, Sy came and dropped on top of her. Harsh panting filled the room, sounding like music to her ears. He planted a kiss on her forehead and rolled off of her.

“No rest for the wicked,” he said, and winked.

There was no time to brace herself. Vince immediately climbed on top of her, in a sitting position. His lips were on her nipples, wetting them. His body weight kept her pinned down, while all she wanted was him inside of her.

“Take a deep breath,” Vince said.

“Why do I—” She yelped when he quickly placed a clamp around her nipple.

The second time, she did as he told her. It was still painful to have a tight-edged ring around her aureole, but less so than the first time.

He rose and flipped her back onto her stomach. Then he lifted her hips and slammed inside. Carmen couldn’t help herself; she yelled. Her face got mushed into a cushion and she grabbed onto Sy for dear life. Vince was relentless. He didn’t give her any quarter, there was no place to hide, as he drilled inside her from behind, over and over again.

Time became meaningless as the night grew older. There was no world outside the confinement of this room. She was lost. She was free. She was lost, and found. She felt pain and desire. So much desire. At some point, Vince pushed a cushion underneath her hips, and rode her even deeper, pushing her to the brink of pain. His fingers dug deep in her hips as he pulled her against his dick, brushing over her clit, making her go mad.

Then another set of hands were there. Sy pulled her face from the cushion and turned her toward him. She came face-to-face with his huge cock.

He pulled her hair out of her face, tangling the strands in his hand.

“Open up.” His voice was harsh, the wild look in his eyes even harsher.

He didn’t give her time to process how she was going to accommodate his thick length in her mouth. He simply tapped a finger on her chin, and slid inside, inch by inch. Just as quickly, he pulled out. He exchanged a look with Vince, who released her as well. Next thing she knew, Sy grabbed her hips and slid underneath her, then impaled her on his cock. A tremor ran through her as he pushed in and out of her, slow but relentless.

Strong hands grabbed her cheeks from behind and pulled them apart. Cool liquid dripped onto her heated flesh and her heart nearly drummed out of her chest. She should’ve known they’d want that. Anal sex wasn’t particularly high on her list. Or on her list at all. But she realized she didn’t want to experience this first with anyone else but these two men.

Vince's hand clasped her left buttock and pulled it apart. She squirmed as his cock penetrated her from behind. Then a delicious game of push and pull began that had every nerve in her body flaring awake. Every time Sy pulled back, Vince pushed in, oh so slowly working his way deeper, stretching her.

A moan escaped her as her men set up a mind-blowing rhythm by alternately driving into her from both sides. Her breathing turned to panting so quickly, she knew she was going to come soon. Carmen was lost once again and it was only the beginning. By the time the morning sun showed its first glimpses through the curtains, she was exhausted.

Finally, after what had seemed like hours, they let her go. She didn’t even remember them taking off her cuffs.

I must’ve passed out somewhere in between being sandwiched.

“Rest.” It was Vince’s voice.

Two warm bodies enclosed her from the sides, and she felt safe.

“We’ve got you. You’re safe.”

“I know.” She sighed. His voice seemed to come from far away. All she wanted was to sleep.

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