Page 54 of Their Cruel Love

A rush wakens me—the rush of being filled by thick cock. The unique and awesome thrill of being slowly fucked into the mattress while I’m still asleep draws me into the morning. I must have turned over onto my stomach, or they turned me, because the man’s weight presses rhythmically onto my ass as his pushes in, pulls out, then spears his cock back in and stays there, inside my pussy—and throbbing, I can feel that. He stays there, near motionless apart from that throb, perhaps because I let out a gasp.

My hands shift as I clutch the sheet beside my head.

I might be imagining the throbbing.

The side of my face rests on the corner of someone else’s pillow, and I blink, focusing.

One of the men is between my spread-open legs. Hesmacks himself down, his cock going inside me to the hilt. After a few more forceful pumps, he lowers himself onto my back, squashing me. A pillow is laid across my face. With his elbow leaning on one end, he keeps me under it, then he starts to fuck me harder.

His grunts mingle with my own sounds as my arousal surges. It’s impossible not to be turned on when my pussy is being forced open, stretched, fucked down.

I try to push up with my palms, but his solid weight on my entire body makes moving impossible.

I can still see sideways, I can still breathe, and Razor is to my left.

“She’s awake.” He’s merely inches away and puts his thumb to my mouth, pushes further until it meets my tongue. I suck on him, then bite the tip, my eyelids wavering as Marcus drives into me. Razor grins and stuffs more fingers in my mouth until I’m stuffed full at both ends.

With another loud grunt, I feel the swell of come inside, the tension in his muscles, and a final grind on my pussy. Then Marcus pulls out. “Yours.”

The fingers are no longer in my mouth.

I’m still processing what’s happened when Razor grabs my ankles, hauls me to the end of the bed, then starts to fuck me. For some reason I dragged the pillow with me, and I put it back over my head. I like the darkness, like hiding under it, while they’re doing this to me.

There is a beautiful satisfaction in simply being filled with their come and taken, in being the female they come inside because I’m theirs.

I like this. Iloveit. Objectification, I guess.

I groan as he gets even busier, more brutal in his thrusts, and I stick my ass higher, wanting more of this.

“No squeals?” he asks, firmly into his methodical violation of my pussy.

“Keep going.” I’m surely muffled under this pillow, but I guess he hears me. Besides, I open my thighs and waggle my ass to encourage him. I’m huffing at the violence and passion. I can feel my arousal leaking out, then being shoved back into me along with Marcus’ come.

Razor lifts the pillow, stares.

“I like this,” I whisper, just to be clearer.

“I fucking noticed.” Then he unleashes a flurry of hard thrusts that make me bounce on the bed. He swears, stiffens, and releases jets of come into me. I lie there after he pulls out, my eyes closed. I’m quietly absorbed in enjoying the aftermath, and breathing, just breathing.

Never ever would I have thought I had a fetish for being used and filled.

When he pulls out, I stay where I am.

Marcus throws himself down next to me, shifts some of my hair with his forefinger from where it covers my eye, and I smile sleepily at him then roll into his chest for a cuddle.

We lie together like that until Razor joins us on my other side. “Shower?” he asks.

“Soon. I like just being like this.”

“Full of come?” He smirks.

“Yes. Kind of.” I pick up his hand and suck on a finger, same as he had me do. “Yum.” And being here, between them.

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Phoebe

This is an infinity pool where the waterfall edge spills into nothing, and the side forming that edge is glass. I dive under and look through the glass over a drop that runs all the way to the ocean. Bubbles dribble from my mouth. I’m praying the glass doesn’t crack. It’s an expensive affectation, considering how few will visit this islandandbother diving below.

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