Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108905 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Emir pulled me back down, and Neil wrapped my hair around his fist, using his knuckles to push down my head. “Open,” he ordered, and I did. He pulled the panties out and guided my mouth onto Emir’s cock, so far down that I gagged. I didn’t mind gagging, at all—I thought it was kind of sexy—but when someone else was pushing my head down, it made me afraid and out of control. I struggled against Sir’s hold, and he said sternly, “Are you resisting?”
The threat in his tone reasserted that I didn’t need to worry about being “in control”. I just needed to please them. They both trusted me to signal when I needed to stop, and remembering that helped me to relax, despite the odd angle at which Neil held my head. I couldn’t really do anything in my position, except hold my mouth open and brace myself on my elbows on either side of Emir’s body. I shifted, and it was apparently more movement than I deserved, because Neil said, “Put your arms behind your back, Chloe.”
That required letting all of my weight rest on Emir, and even though I knew I wasn’t going to crush him, I felt like I would. I obeyed, anyway, and Neil pinned my wrists in his grasp, holding them at the small of my back. I was totally powerless to do anything but feel Emir’s mouth on me, while he thrust in and out of my throat.
Emir didn’t savor me; he devoured me. He held the cheeks of my ass spread apart, totally exposing my pussy to his mouth. With every swipe of his tongue over my clit, my cunt clenched. Pulled wide as it was, the lack of penetration was even more pointed. He dove his face across me, from forehead to chin, his nose dipping in, the stubble on his jaw raking my clit raw.
I choked and drooled around his cock as he fucked my mouth, and my neck and back ached from the position Neil held me in. I wanted to keep going, to enjoy this torment for longer, but if I did, I would seriously injure myself. I snapped my fingers three times, and Emir and Neil both released me. I braced myself on hands and wiped my mouth. “Sorry. My neck.”
“That’s quite all right,” Emir said. “Would you like me to continue this?”
“Oh, yes. Absolutely,” I replied breathlessly.
“Leif, why don’t you have a seat over there,” Emir suggested, his fingers digging into my thighs and releasing, in a steady rhythm. “You can watch me make her come.”
With a smirk, Neil went back to the recamier and sat, content to watch the show.
“Sit up tall,” Emir told me, and I rose up on my knees. His tongue sought out my aching clit, and my thighs quaked. Emir kissed the inside of one and said, “Look him in the eye. Let him see you come from another man’s mouth on you. Make him see.”
I took a shuddering breath. The more we preyed on Neil’s sexual jealousy, the worse my punishment would be. Well, worse as in better.
I did as Emir told me, holding Neil’s gaze while Emir sucked my clit and swirled his tongue over it. My hands found their way to my breasts, and I cupped them, teasing my nipples with my thumbs. As I climbed closer and closer, it was a fight to keep my eyes open. Luckily, I’d had practice; Neil often made me stand in front of a mirror and masturbate myself to orgasm while maintaining eye contact with my own reflection. The practice helped me reconcile Sophie the person with Sophie the sexual being, and had served as an aftercare cool down ritual in the past.
I drew on that strength, sharing every sensation I felt, as though I could send it coursing into him through my pleasure-drugged gaze. He never looked away.
“Oh!” I cried out, a hand sinking into my hair to push it back from my face. My fingers tightened on the strands at the roots, as the rest of my body tightened. The pulsing pressure building in my groin burst, and I moaned loudly, still staring deeply into Neil’s eyes.
Emir didn’t give me a chance to come down. He slapped my ass and pushed me off him. Moving so fast he disoriented me, he hauled me up on my hands and knees to slide his cock in deep. If lightning had struck me, I wouldn’t have felt so electrified. I arched my back and ground against him, my hands clawing the duvet beneath them.
“Let him know how good it feels,” Emir panted as he withdrew and thrust into me again, his hips slapping against my ass. “Tell him.”
“It feels so good,” I moaned, staring straight into Neil’s eyes. “Oh god, his cock feels so good.”