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“What are you gonna do?” She whimpers.

“What a lil' slut like you deserves.” I grab her shoulder and flip her onto her stomach. “Ta get fucked from behind an hard.”

Marlowe screams as I thrust myself back inside her. Taking my frustration out on her virgin pussy, I slam into her again and again. I lean down and place my lips on her ear. “I wanted ta be sweet wid ‘cha for ya first time, chére. You’ll learn real quick not ta hit me in da face. Next time you do, it’ll be your ass I tear up.”

The door creaks open as Marlowe cries underneath me. She continues to beg me to stop. Ollie’s heavy footsteps draw closer to the bed. “I thought I told you ta go slow?”

I look up at him, my hand around the nape of her neck to keep her down. “I swear I tried. She hit me in da face d’ough once I got inside her. She was a virgin.” I slow my thrust to stop from coming.

“She feel good?” Ollie asks, running his hand over her head to push the hair out of her face.

“The fuckin’ best I ever had. She so sweet too. Wait till you taste her.”

Ollie crouches down so he can look Marlowe in the eye. “You take my brother so well, chére. Let’s see how well you take both of us.”

Chapter 12

Ollie

“I-I can’t,” her voice hoarse from screamin’ and cryin’. “Not both of you. Please.”

“Whether you can or can’t don’ matter, chére. You’re gon take us.” I say, pulling my shirt over my head.

I look at Wilder. “You still have dose handcuffs in 'ere?” He pauses his thrust and points to the bedside drawer. I pull the drawer open and rifle around, producing them from the back. “Pull out.” I tell him.

Wilder withdraws from her pussy, and Marlowe winces and groans. I pause briefly, contemplating how I desire this to go. “You got lube?”

“Should be in dat drawer.” He says, admiring the blood that is now drying on his cock. “Can I stay in her pussy? As much as I wan ta fuck dis ass, I need ta come inside her.”

Marlowe looks at me as I produce a bottle of lube from the drawer. I also grab a pack of wipes. “Fine by me. I’ll take her cunt next time.”

“You can’t. Please… pretty please.” She whines.

Wilder situates himself with his head on the pillows. He motions for Marlowe to straddle him. “Come on now, if you a good girl, I’ll make ya come again.”

Before she does, I grab her wrist and close the cuff around it. “Now you can either have your hands under my brother’s neck, or behind your back where I'll hold on ta dem while I fuck ya.”

“Behind his neck,” she cries, her voice trembling with fear. She pants as she moves to straddle Wilder's waist.

“Sit on his cock,” I order her, and she gives me a pleading look, begging for mercy. “Don’t look at me like dat now, chére. You fucked dis up. Not me.”

Marlowe hovers over Wilder’s cock, lowering herself, wincing as the head breaches her entrance. “It hurts, I can’t.”

“She’s dry, Ollie.” Wilder lifts her, moving her onto his stomach. “Gimme some of dat lube.”

I flick the cap open and squirt some into his waitin’ palm. He strokes himself, coating his dick real good. Then guides Marlowe back. “Lean forward, chére.” Without argument, she does. He pushes in once and only the tip slides in. She squeezes her eyes closed at the pain. I walk around the other side of the bed and cuff her other wrist around Wilder’s neck.

“You feel so good, chére.” Wilder groans as he slowly thrusts into her. “Your body isperfect.Everything I love in a woman, curves, a lil’ soft in the middle, and tits for days.”

As much as Marlowe whines and mumbles for him to stop, she meets every thrust of his hips. “Make her come again, Wild. Get ‘er all nice and relaxed for me.”

I drop my shorts, not having bothered to put on underwear after my quick shower. Climbing onto Wilder’s bed, I situate myself in between his spread legs. My fingers glide down her spine, and I feel her quiver at my touch. I grab the bottle of lube, covering my fingers and dripping some over her tight back hole. She instantly tensed. “Relax now, I wouldna wanna hurt ya too bad.”

“Please,” the sound of her whines silenced as Wild covers her mouth with his, swallowing her cries and moans as he brings her closer to climax.

Much to my surprise, she doesn’t fight his kiss. She mumbles against his lips as he kisses her. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry I hit you. Please, don’t hurt me.”

I can sense my brother crumble. He is weak for her already. Marlowe cries out as her orgasm hits, leaving her in a collapsed heap on his chest. I tease her back hole with my index finger. She clenches around the fingertip. “Breathe, Marlowe.” I wait for her to take a breath. “Now bear down.”

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