Page 38 of Die For Me

“Watch your fucking mouth,” Michael ordered as he started to unzip his pants, letting his cock spring free and quickly stroking it.

“See, you can’t even watch me without touching yourself. And you don’t want that nice big cock of yours inside me?” I huffed, trying to hold off my orgasm.

From the corner of my eye, I spotted Jack walking down the stairs.

“Having a masturbating party, are we?” he mused, stopping at the end of the steps.

“Fuck off,” Michael responded instantly, not breaking his eye contact with me.

I smiled as I looked over to Jack. “Let’s play a game. Whoever comes first just by watching me gets to fuck me first tonight.”

I never knew this kind of confidence before having two gorgeous men lusting over me. The fact that they both wanted me so much made me feel like a goddess.

My eyes darted back to Michael’s, and I could see anger seething through as he stroked his cock. I loved getting him riled up and being a brat. He wasn’t used to this Hana, and I was thoroughly enjoying it.

Jack walked into the middle of the room and chuckled. “That’s fucking easy, sweetheart.” He took out his hard cock and started to stroke, his eyes intent on my pussy.

With their eyes on me, I suddenly felt my orgasm approaching quickly and without hesitation. I moaned as I watched Jack. My pussy clenched against my fingers, my hips rolling up and down quickly and my eyes fluttering shut. I caught my breath after a moment and looked at Michael who was still furiously stroking himself.

“Do I need to come again for you two?” I looked back at Jack and started rubbing my clit again.

“Look at me, Hana,” Michael ordered. My eyes locked with his, and he started grunting as his cum shot up and over his hand.

“Fuck!” I instantly came at the sight of Michael coming for me.

“Hana,” Jack moaned, then quickly came all over the floor, his cum shooting out in spurts, making my second orgasm roll into the third.

I let my head fall back to the cushion behind me as I caught my breath, my eyes closed.

“Lick this cum off the floor, my dirty fucking whore,” Jack’s gravelly voice ordered.

I opened my eyes and raised my eyebrows. As disgusting as that sounded, I wanted to please him. I wanted to show him thatI wanted his cum so much I’d lick it off the dirty floor in front of me.

“Don’t fucking make her do that,” Michael growled, zipping up his pants as he stood.

“Don’t fucking make decisions for her,” Jack spit back, putting his cock away as well.

I watched as they both huffed their chests and slowly started to approach each other.

“No? That’s your job, hm?” Michael started to get in Jack’s face, and that’s when I shot up and wiggled my way in between them.

“Hey!” I yelled. “New rule? Let’s not contradict each other while fucking unless I say so. You both know I have a safe word, right? I’m not gonna do anything I don’t want to do. At least, not anymore.” I eyed them both with contempt. “And while we’re at it, let’s give each of you a safe word too.”

They both looked at me with confusion.

“If something is happening that you just absolutely cannot do, use your safe word. Michael?” I turned to him.

He glared at Jack. “Puerile.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course Michael would use some random, uncommon insult. I turned to Jack, and he glared right back at Michael.

“Plonker.”

I sighed. This was pointless. “Okay, we’re using the universal ‘red’ for everyone’s safe word.”

A knock on the door interrupted us. Surely that couldn’t be Emily yet. It had only been an hour or so. Maybe she was justreallyeager to get here. I looked down at the cum on the floor and on Michael’s jeans.

“You two clean up your own messes. I’m getting dressed and answering the door,” I instructed, quickly grabbing my clothes. “One sec!” I called toward the door.

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