Page 73 of A Fool's Game

I blink at him, my eyes no doubt glassy with the tears I feel brimming there. Then I nod.

He must see my own raging desire spelled out in my gaze because he scoots himself closer, sitting down on his heels and gripping the base of his own cock. “You’re going to taste us both, I think.”

“You better not fucking come,” Taylor says again, feeling to me a bit like he’s close to coming himself, with the fevered way he’s using my body.

I watch as Ainsley slides his thumb over his tip, smearing the drop of pre-come over his skin.

My mouth drops open eagerly, and Ainsley’s eyes widen, as if realizing what’s about to happen for the first time.

Taylor, not to be ignored, makes himself known once more by lowering my head roughly toward Ainsley's lap. Ainsley has to shift to the side and grip his base once more for Taylor to hit his target, like some kind of twisted game of ring toss.

Just as I expect, Taylor wants me to take Ainsley’s cock deep and fast. My mouth fills as he presses my head down. My scalp stings as he pulls my head back up and slides me down once more, somehow managing to keep up the pace of his own cock filling my pussy from behind.

Ainsley is silent, probably holding his breath as I deliver pleasure to him on a platter. Once again, I’m overcome with the sensation of being completely at these men’s mercy. The delicious feeling of being used for their little games.I close my eyes and pray it lasts forever, even as Taylor presses me further onto Ainsley’s cock each time and the overwhelm builds to near critical states.

“How does he taste, witch?”

As if I could answer.

With my eyes still closed, I feel another set of hands land on my head, cooler hands, cupping me around the cheekbones and lifting me up instead of down, down, down.

I gasp for air as my mouth is suddenly empty.

“Give me just a second.” Ainsley’s voice is rough and rushed as he pants, still cupping my face in his hands.

“That’s good. Catch your breath. I’m about to switch it up a little.”

I have a feeling he’s talking to Ainsley, but I decide to take the advice as well. Whatever Taylor has planned for the three of us no doubt includes some creative way for me to get fucked by two thick cocks.

I’m suspended in the moment between them both pulling out and taking them into my body again. Time seems to pass nonlinearly, as if I’m floating in space. My head rests on Ainsley’s lap and he strokes my hair, but when I glance up, his attention is focused behind me, on whatever Taylor’s getting up to.

When I feel the familiar, cool gel touch down on my rosebud,I’m not one bit surprised.Taylor’s fingers slide into my asshole easily with the lube. I feel him working to relax me with one before he stretches me with two.

“You ever take a girl in the ass, pretty boy?”

I think I know the answer, but I look up anyway and see Ainsley shake his head.

“Wanna start tonight?” Taylor asks.

Ainsley looks at me, and I give him the most encouraging smile I can manage in my current sex addled state.

He looks back up to where Taylor’s still working my dark hole open with the lube. “I don’t know. Maybe?—”

“You take her pussy, okay? I got this one.”

“At…you mean, like at the same time?”

Taylor chuckles at that and pushes his fingers deeper than ever. I gasp and feel both men’s eyes on me. “Yeah, buddy, at the same time.”

Ainsley brushes the hair from my face and really looks at me. “Is that okay?”

The mental images his question brings nearly make me melt into a puddle right here on the bed. The two of them wrestling themselves into my body. The fullness of being stretched around two cocks.

“Yes. Please,” I manage. I’ll beg more, if they make me. I’ll do anything.

“Okay,” Ainsley says. “How?”

“Come here, witch,” Taylor grunts as he uses both arms to lift me to a sitting position.

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