Page 8 of The Best Man

Harder, please. I need it harder.

Either Marcus is a mind reader or he has a good sense of what I need, because when his brother starts fucking me slowly, he tells him, “Really give it to her. She can take it.”

Gratitude spills out of me. I wish at this moment I could touch Marcus, but I’m still handcuffed to the bed.

Matt thrusts into me harder and my tits jiggle from the force. Marcus palms them possessively, kneading them like they belong to him. Like I do, and I’m his to dispatch as he pleases.

It couldn’t be further from the truth, but it doesn’t matter right now.

His brother drives his cock into my pussy, and I take it. Apparently that’s what Marcus wants.

I’m helpless to stop the assault and even more helpless to stop the pleasure building, pushing me closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Fuck.” Matt shoves into me harder and faster, and then he lets out a guttural groan as he shoots his load into my pussy.

I was close, but I wasn’t there yet, so my breath hitches with need and my body sags against the bed with disappointment.

It’s a fleeting, instinctive feeling, though. A greedy one I have no right to feel.

I tell myself it’s better this way. I may not have much control over what’s being done to me, but I shouldn’t come being fucked by my almost-husband’s brother. That’s horrible.

None of this should be happening. It’s sick. Marcus is sick for doing this to me, for involving his brothers who don’t even know who I am.

I’m breathing hard when Marcus stops playing with my tits.

I hear Matt pull up his pants and zip up, then my heart jumps when I hear a familiar buzz.

Marcus has the vibrator again. He shoves it into my pussy, pressing it right against my clit. “You’re doing such a good job. You deserve to come, don’t you, pretty girl?”

The vibration steals my breath away, but his words take me right back to the precipice I was just balancing on. I whine with need and squeeze my eyes closed, my thighs trembling as he moves the toy against my clit.

“Yeah, you do,” he says, his voice warm and hypnotic. “You deserve to come so fucking hard, you can’t see straight, don’t you, baby girl? Do it. Come for me.”

And then I do.

A shudder passes over my body right before a fiery explosion of pleasure hits, whiting out my vision. A sharp cry escapes my throat, rapture pouring through me and lighting up every nerve ending until I can’t take anymore.

My cry sharpens and turns into a plea for mercy quickly. The previously pleasurable buzz transitions to torture on my overstimulated pussy.

“Please,” I cry mindlessly, but my words are too muffled to understand. “Please make it stop.”

Marcus turns the vibrator off, then slowly tugs the toy from my dripping pussy.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

I breathe a brief, blissful sigh of relief that he knew just what I needed. That he gave it to me.

My body is weak from the onslaught of pleasure. I can’t move. I can scarcely draw a shallow breath. A tear slips from the corner of my eye, and I don’t even know where it came from.

“That’s my good girl,” Marcus murmurs soothingly, running a hand up my leg before returning the toy to the bedside table.

He must sense I’m running low because then he leans down and caresses my face lovingly. I nuzzle into his touch, needing intimacy to go with all this sex. Craving it.

Please.

He brings his face close and nuzzles mine, then he gently kisses my forehead before pulling back and stepping away.

It was only a small hit, but it was enough to keep me going.

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