Page 12 of The Best Man

I don’t know where he wants me and I don’t want to make him mad, so I lie there and wait for instruction.

Marcus reaches over and lightly caresses my back, sending pleasurable shivers dancing down my spine. “Good girl. Now, I’m going to get under you, okay? I’ll fuck your pussy while he takes your ass.”

I nod my submission even as my heart lurches with fear.

“Can I have another go at her pussy first?” James asks before Marcus can move me. “It takes me a bit to come, so I should probably be closer before I take her ass.”

“Yeah. We’ll take turns,” Marcus says.

I’ve never felt more used than over the next stretch, the brothers taking turns fondling me and fucking me in the same hole. I come on one of their cocks, but I’m so dizzy with the ecstasy of being used so relentlessly, I’m not even sure which.

My body is weak when Marcus pulls out of me and says, “All right, let’s switch her up.”

I desperately need a drink of water, but I don’t have any.

I lick my dry lips and lie there waiting for whatever they want to do to me next.

Marcus is strong, so he has no trouble lifting my limp body. He pulls me on top of him, grabbing my hips and lifting me so he can seat me on his cock.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs, palming one of my tits before sliding his hand up to cradle my neck. “The best fucking girl. My brother’s an idiot.”

My brow furrows with mild confusion, but he doesn’t explain. Instead, he fucks me for a minute, holding me close as he gently dominates my pussy.

It’s the break in roughness I didn’t know I desperately needed, and it feels so fucking nice.

I’m still craving it when he pulls me off his cock and tells me, “We need to get him inside you first, okay? Then I’ll be back.”

I nod, but it’s horrifying that my needy pussy already misses him.

James climbs on the bed behind me and squeezes my ass.

“Go in slow,” Marcus orders.

“I’ll try,” James says, rubbing more lube on my hole and then pushing a finger inside me.

I gasp, grabbing tightly to Marcus when his brother invades me. This is what I’ve experienced before. It’s not painful, just strange. Invasive to have something going in where it doesn’t belong.

“You’re okay,” Marcus murmurs, using his fingers to brush my hair back off my sweaty forehead. “Just relax and it won’t hurt so much.”

I take a breath and close my eyes, doing my best to relax in his embrace.

James withdraws his finger, then the bed moves as he positions himself and spreads my ass cheeks.

He pushes just the tip of his covered cock in, and I tense up.

“Relax,” Marcus snaps.

My blood runs cold, and then my body immediately obeys him.

I don’t want him to be mad at me, so I nuzzle my face against his middle. He’s very muscular, and since he’s only wearing a T-shirt and jeans (and I need a distraction) I lift his shirt a bit to bare his abs.

I glance up at him uncertainly. He’s looking down at me, but I can’t make out the expression on his face. I run my hands over his sexy abdomen, tracing the curves of his cut muscles. I want the gag off, so I start to reach back and unbuckle it myself, but some instinct stops me.

If he wants it off, he’ll take it off.

Rather than do it myself, I ask for his permission. I give the strap a pull and make a questioning murmur.

He gets what I’m asking for.

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