Page 44 of Their Cruel Love

Do I want this?

Marcus has crawled over from the other side, and he doesn’t even undress, apart from already being shoeless. He just unzips and takes out his erection, and he waits, sitting upright, cock upright, too—startlingly so.

I’m left standing. Staring at two large, erect dicks. “Fuck,” I mutter.

“Think of it as signing on the dotted line,” Razor explains, still humorless, and he takes me by the hand, yanks me closer, until I stagger forward and am between his knees.

His hands are on my ass squeezing, caressing, and I’m nonplussed at how rapidly my body is saying yes, try it,fucking try it, like he says. My body is close to desperate. My head is catching up.

Can it hurt? I must be mad because I climb onto the bed, and onto my knees. I swish my hair backward over my shoulder and edge closer.

“There you go.” Razor adds quietly as he hitches me higher then lowers me. Both of us are silent as he enters me, and I’m sliding downward, gasping a little. I’m swearing as he opens me with that cock. It feels glorious, as it tends to, this first penetration. Marcus leans over and kisses my shoulder then my arm before Razor wraps some of my hair about his fist.

“Wait. Wait!” Fuck. That USB. Clearly his dick hasn’t noticed it all scrunched up and jammed into my cervix. I grimace. “I have to go to the bathroom.”

“Why?” He sounds suspicious.

“Because.” I’m not meeting his eye and my hair gets twisted, painfully. “Ow!”

“Why? Again.” He thrusts himself hard and high so that I squeak and push at his thighs, trying to escape that dick. “I can feel something in there, and I’m guessing it is not an AWOL IUD, because you don’t have one.”

“Fuck.” I close my eyes. Does it matter? “Okay. I smuggled something in and forgot it was there. Let me remove it? Please?”

Marcus is laughing so hard he’s going red, and I shoot him a vicious glare, but Razor has grunted agreement. He lets me inch myself off him. I push my fingers inside myself but can’t quite reach it.

“Fuck. I can’t. Can you?” I give Razor a hopeful and begging look. He tips me onto the bed on my back. When I open my legs, he pushes two fingers inside, and I’m trying to not see this as sexual, but it is. After some uncomfortable rummaging and poking, he hauls out the package.

He tosses it aside. “A USB?”

I nod. “Just in case I get the chance to… You know? It has code on it.”

Marcus is still laughing. I haven’t seen him this cheerful about anything for ages, the bastard.

“Not funny.” I tell him.

“Oh you have no idea how funny it is. Now can we fuck her?”

“Absolutely.Youwill explain later, Phoebe.”

I try to look contrite as he picks me up again. With no warning, he guides me onto his cock with perfect accuracy, then drops me the last inch. He even shoves down on my thighs. I gasp at the shock, at my pussy being abruptly penetrated and desecrated by impolite dick.

I sink my nails into his legs and shudder. Then…sensations slowly blossom, flowering into pleasure. My clit swells. My nipples tighten. How is it his cock feels so much better than his fingers?

“Stay,” Razor grunts, his eyes locked to mine. “No moving. I’m making a point.”

I’m pulsing around him, I know this, clenching down. The deep intimacy of this man’s cock being buried to the hilt has my heart thudding, my eyes fluttering closed, and I’m clasping at him wherever I can find him. It takes seconds, several of them, and I’m almost counting those heartbeats, before I can swallow, close my mouth, and focus.

“Yes?” I ask, my voice huskier than would be good, if this were truly some document-signing-on-the-line thing. “Your point is?”

“Inside you,” Marcus drawls. He tugs on my hair while Razor has cupped my right breast and is using his thumb to almost brush my nipple. “Spain was very regimented. We tied you up, fucked you, needled you. This is different.”

“Uh-huh.” A scintillating reply.

I’m getting tempted to move with Razor teasing me like he is, almost touching my nipple, but mostly not quite doing so. Mostly.

I’m hypnotized by his thumb, then Marcus tugs my hair again, and I shake my attention free, kick my brain into gear.

“Go on?” My pussy is rhythmically grabbing onto his cock, and I’m sure he can feel it too.

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