Page 5 of The Best Man

He and his father step inside the room and close the door.

I can’t breathe properly as their footsteps near the bed.

A hand reaches out. I don’t know whose, but it lands on my stomach.

“I can’t see a damn thing.”

Marcus Sr. is speaking. His hand slides up, brushes my bride-to-be sash, closes around my breast and squeezes just like his son did before he left me here tied up to be used.

By more than his brother, apparently.

I have to stop this.

I try to speak, to tell him to stop and to let me out of these damn cuffs, but my words are too muffled.

“I have an idea,” Marcus says.

His father continues to fondle me, squeezing my tits and teasing my nipples through the fabric of my dress until they’re erect and pushing against the material.

Marcus lights a candle in the bathroom, then closes the door halfway so there’s just enough light cast in this room to make out shadows.

“There we go,” Marcus Sr. says, squeezing my tit through the fabric with one hand while sliding the other beneath my dress.

I gasp as a third hand touches me, then a fourth. Marcus tugs my panties down while his dad explores my body.

Pleasure swirls through me as he pinches my nipple, and I moan helplessly, my body writhing despite the sordidness of what’s being done to me.

Marcus pushes my thighs apart, and my eyes roll back in my head when his mouth latches onto my pussy.

Oh god.

His father doesn’t know who he’s touching, but Marcus does. He knows he’s licking the pussy of the woman his brother is supposed to marry tomorrow.

He does a damn good job, too.

His dad gets rougher with my tits while Marcus eats me out.

I can barely breathe as the sensations intensify. I’ve never been in bed with more than one man before. I’ve never had so much attention given to me, let alone forced on me. My body has never been stimulated like this.

Marcus shoves two fingers into my dripping wet pussy and I cry out.

“Fuck,” his father murmurs, pulling up my dress so he can lean down and press his mouth against my soft skin. Before I know it, he’s licking and sucking on my nipples while his son tongue fucks my pussy.

This is almost unbearable. I can feel the explosive pleasure building within me, and I know it’s only a matter of time before I come.

This is so wrong. They shouldn’t be doing this to me.

But I can’t stop them.

I can’t stop it when Marcus pulls his mouth away from my dripping pussy and unzips his pants. I can’t stop him when he moves closer on the bed to fit himself against my entrance.

I can’t stop it when he plunges his thick cock into me, stretching my pussy as his father licks my nipples.

I cry out, a muffled plea for him to stop, but he doesn’t.

His cock is such a tight fit, the friction against my walls is incredible as he shoves himself deeper inside me, rubbing every nerve ending raw before pulling back and doing it all over again. He barely fits, so he triggers so many sensations I can barely breathe as he fucks me, and I cannot stop my body’s natural response to the overpowering stimulation.

Joey isn’t small by any means, but it has never felt like this with him inside me. I’ve never been so close to coming so fast.

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