Page 31 of Filthy Christmas

Before I know what’s happening, he plunges down and licks at my slit. My hips jump up as I cry out in surprise and something else. Something so, so good.

Evan presses my hips to the mattress, holding me down with one arm draped over my belly. His tongue never stops moving, lapping up and down from my ass to my clit and back again. My nerves are on fire, sizzling hotter with every pass.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” Mason strokes himself close to my face, watching his brother. “You like this?” he teases, strumming my nipple with his free hand. “Like being used like our slut? Like our little fuck doll?”

I open my mouth to say no, I don’t like it, but he’s too quick. He slides into my mouth, taking me by the back of the head when I try to turn my face away. He’s just as long and thick as Evan, and I don’t think I can take all of him.

“Don’t even think about fighting. Suck this cock, doll.” I have no choice but to take him in, to let him invade my mouth until he hits the back of my throat and makes me gag.

I can barely concentrate on Mason, not with Evan now spreading my lips with his fingers to expose my inner folds. He blows across them, and I shiver while Mason slides back before plunging in again. Evan’s tongue sweeps over my clit, and I moan around Mason’s cock without meaning to. It only makes them think I like it and want more when I don’t. Or at least that’s what I tell myself.

“Your mouth feels so fucking good.” Mason buries himself in me until my nose is smashed against him, and I can’t breathe. When I try to tell him I can’t, he only grunts and drives himself in again. Again. So fast I can barely suck in air between thrusts while he holds my head still and fucks my face. I’m not a person to him. I’m a hole to fuck… adoll.

Something must be wrong with me because when I think that, the delicious sensations already running through me intensify until they’re something I recognize. Pleasure. Strong enough to make me come, even. I don’t want to. I hate this. I hate them.

But I love it, too. I want it. The idea of being their slut…

Evan’s tongue flicks at my clit while two fingers work their way up into my tunnel. I moan, looking up at Mason, and the lust in his eyes almost sends me over the edge. Evan’s fingers curve, and he presses against me from inside, and then I do lose it, clamping my legs tight around his head and shaking from the force of my orgasm. It rolls on and on through me, the sweetness stretching out until I don’t think I can handle more. Am I broken? Is it ever going to stop?

It doesn’t all at once. It happens slowly, easing up. Mason pulls out of my mouth, and I can finally breathe freely, sucking in huge gasps between whimpers as I recover from… whatever the hell just happened. I can’t believe that happened.

“You’re a squirter, huh?” Evan grins up at me, still between my legs, and now I feel the wetness he’s talking about. It runs down my crack and soaks into the sheet.

“Out of my way.” Mason just about pushes Evan off the bed so he can lick me clean. I don’t know if I want to die of embarrassment or if I’m going to come again, watching him eagerly dive in and lick like he’s starving for me.

“Fuck, you are perfect. Our perfect little doll.” Evan watches my reaction, stroking himself. He’s dripping onto his fist with excitement.

For me. They both want me. Oh, god, this is so hot.

Mason moves fast, getting on his knees, stroking himself before propping my thighs on his. The pressure from his head against my pussy makes me yelp in surprise and even fear. He’s so big. They both are.

My reaction doesn’t stop him. He plunges into me mercilessly, stretching and filling me up. My head falls back between my shoulders, the strain on my arms and wrists almost painful when he grips my hips and pulls me closer to him. “Too much!” I manage to gasp between thrusts, but he only pounds me harder.

“You can take it. I know you can. Take my fat cock and come while I fuck this tight cunt.” His dirty words cause another zing of pleasure to course through my body.

Evan climbs up beside me, dripping precum on my chest. “Open your mouth, doll.” He guides himself between my lips and sighs as he sinks deep, bottoming out with a satisfied groan.

“Tight…” Mason grunts. “So fucking tight.”

“You like it when we stretch your tight little pussy?” Evan pulls my hair, and my eyes snap up to meet his. “Do you? I think you do, or else you wouldn’t have come like you did. The good little girl likes to be dirty. Likes to be a slut fucked by two guys. You like getting your cunt pounded while choking on another cock.”

No! No… Yes. Fuck! I think I’m going to come again. Why do I like it when he says things like that in his deep, dirty voice? It makes everything more intense, hotter. My insides pulse with every deep thrust into my mouth and pussy, and I can only imagine how filthy this looks. Two men using my sweaty, tied-up body. The image makes me moan.

“You wanna come on my brother’s cock before you come on mine, doll?” Evan’s balls slap against my cheek with every thrust as he continues muttering dirty things to me. “Get yourself nice and wet again so I can fuck you deep?” I nod slightly, ashamed and hotter than ever.

And close. So close. I would tell Mason, but I think he knows when my muscles start clenching around him. “Come for me,” he urges through gritted teeth, fucking me faster. Harder. Until I do what he asks, my insides tighten around him and hold him still before melting into sweet spasms that spread through my core and make me sob out my release.

Evan pulls back, leaving saliva dripping down my chin. He moves down my body as Mason pulls out. Taking my hips in his hands, Evan pulls me around until my ass is almost hanging off the side of the bed. Like the doll they think I am, I let him position me. My limbs are too tired to fight, and my arms are still tied to the headboard, the fabric sliding with the movement.

I’m about to ask them to untie me when I feel another cock at my entrance. My words get caught in my throat when he pushes inside me so deep, I can feel him in my belly.

Mason took me hard, but Evan? He punishes me, slamming like a jackhammer until I understand what it means when something hurts so good. His rhythm has me dancing on the line between pain and pleasure, grinding my teeth against the screams threatening to tear their way out of me.

Mason stares at my tits, transfixed by the way they bounce every time Evan crashes into me. His fist is a blur, moving up and down over his cock in time with Evan’s merciless thrusts. I don’t know whether I’m going to come again or pass out. Maybe both.

Evan adds a thumb to his onslaught, circling my clit. My head bobs up and down in approval before I know what’s happening. I should hate this. I should hate them. But all I want now is for this to never stop.

But it does, ending with me throwing my head back and howling. Evan pulls out fast, and for a second, it’s just my cries and their heavy breathing. I open my eyes in time to see the first spurts of cum splashing across my stomach, my tits, and my thighs as both of them come at once.

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