Page 109 of Their Cruel Love

“Mmm,” is all I manage to say, or want to say, my eyes wide, my hand grasping his wrist.

Marcus withdraws an inch then pushes his cock back in. I gasp at the renewed sexual harassment.

“You spoiled my book.”

Marcus snorts. “I know you’ve read it before.”

Then Razor swims to the edge and returns with two more clamps. These are new. The silver kangaroos swinging from the little chains make me smile. This must be what was in the express parcel delivered this morning.

“Tongue? Clit? Where can I put this? She’s so damn slippery in the bath.”

“Tongue?” Marcus suggests. “Or just pop these off for awhile. I want to see those swing from her while we fuck her.” Without warning, he undoes both and pulls them off. The abrupt sting and thud of blood through my nipples has me squirming.

“Hmmm. Okay. And definitely one on her clit. Needles tonight. I haven’t used any for ages.” He moves in, between my legs, sending water sloshing, and kisses me on the mouth while Marcus holds me at waist and breast. Razor’s cock pokes at me, finds my entrance and slides in far enough that I gasp into his mouth.

“You promised,” I squeak as he goes even deeper—the immense pressure of two men inside me, stretching me, it never ever gets old.

“Not to come?” He laughs and kisses harder, thrusts a few times, turning me to mush, into a panting, groaning girl. Though Marcus also groans into my ear and saidJesusandfuckonce or twice.

I’ve closed my eyes and am fully into this. Who cares who comes first…

When Razor withdraws, I flutter open my eyes and lick my lips. I glare at him. “More?”

He laughs. “Soon. Maybe on the bed. I want to pound into you while you’re on hands and knees and make the kangaroos on the clamps get shaken and stirred as your tits wobble.”

“They don’t wobble…well, not much.” I poke out my tongue.

“Read your book,” he tells me, moving in again, and touching my clit. He massages it, cruelly slow, while Marcus bites my neck, spacing them, deep and intense,one, two…three.

I moan, tense my thighs. My focus wanders from him to Razor, to everywhere they touch me. What…book? His thrusts cease. My heartrate levels out at fucking excited but nowhere near coming level.

“Or what about we talk through that offer of your stepmother’s. To work for the frat, sometimes.” Razor’s eyes narrow. “I know you’ve seemed more receptive the last few days.”

What? Now?

I fumble through my thoughts, reassemble my brain, swallow.

“Oh. True.” Was I that obvious? “I wonder if I should accept but I don’t want to do it, if you two aren’t interested.” And still his fingers toy with my clit. Is this an exercise in control? Is it them seeing what they can do without me exploding?

He retrieves one kangaroo clamp.

“One?” I frown, and I keep frowning as he submerges while looking at me and smiling.

A moment later, he’s probed for and found my clit, pinched the hood in finger and thumb and I know what comes next.

Lip in my teeth, I watch him underwater.

A second later, he applies the clamp.

“Fuuuuck,” I whisper. It hurts but it stimulates, and it makes me so fucking aware of it beingthere. That alone adds greatly to the thrill. I wriggle, just a bit, still impaled on Marcus’s cock.

Razor surfaces, water streaming off him. “Keep going. You were saying?” He laughs as I frown while scrambling for an answer.

“Are…either of you interested in working this investigative thing?” I direct my gaze toward my clit, imagining I can see the kangaroo, but I can’t, for it’s lying between my legs on that chain. This is nowhere near as painful as when they clamp a nipple.

“And?” Marcus says quietly. “Why?” His hands have cupped my breasts, and he brushes his thumbs in circles around those now very sensitive parts of me. The water laps at them. They’re red and standing up like buttons. I jerk my hips and sigh then cannot help moaning because it’s building up to be more than I can resist. Razor is tugging on the clamp and massaging my clit. He’s squeezing, touching, toying, watching me, lips caught in a tight smile.

They are to blame for me panting and being terribly distracted.

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