Page 25 of Amour Fou
“Oh, you will,” he snorts in response, a devious smile growing on his face as he looks down at me. “Now, do you remember your safe word?”
I nod.
“Words,” he presses.
“Vanilla.”
“Good girl.” Zeke smiles down at me.
Pulling the zipper on his combats down, he removes his cock. Fisting it, he begins stroking languidly, his breath hitching. And as I watch him, my tongue darting over my bottom lip, I feel Xaden’s fingers graze up the back of my thighs, my pussy clenching the second he makes contact with my skin.
“Tell us, Alyssa,” he murmurs behind me. “How desperate are you to be filled?”
“I’m not,” I lie. Because I love having them prove me wrong. It’s all part of the game and I’m addicted to it already. Addicted to them, to everything they give me.
Xaden releases a light chuckle before plunging two fingers deep within my core, and my body betrays me, releasing a lust filled moan.
“Huh, your cunt tells me different,” he says while continuing to pump in and out of me.
The ache between my legs is killing me, because for the last three days, both of them have been relentlessly teasing me, neither of them allowing me to come. My clit and pussy are so fucking swollen with need that if they asked me to, I’d crawl on my hands and knees to eat their cum off this dirty floor if it meant I’d get to experience a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Fuck,” Zeke groans from above me, bringing my attention back to him, I watch his hand speed up, twisting his fist as he meets the crown of his vein ridden cock. “Do you want to come, Alyssa?”
Xaden’s fingers fuck me quicker, and I instantly bite my lower lip, trying my hardest to fight the urge to beg.
Zeke’s palm connects to my cheek, smacking me harshly enough that my eyes pop open. “I asked you a question, and I expect an answer.”
“Yes! Fuck!”
“Greedy girl.” Without wasting time, Xaden begins fingering me with unrelenting accuracy.
“Oh my God,” I cry out the moment he presses his thumb against my engorged clit. “Please.” I relent, begging them.
“There she is,” Xaden hums, pulling his fingers free, and I all but groan in frustration. His hand connects with my pussy, and I jolt forward, yelping.
Zeke’s laden breaths of pleasure grab my attention and when my eyes meet his, thick ropes of cum spurt from his dick, covering the left side of my face entirely.
“Ffuuck.” He releases a deep grumble he releases, pinching the crown of his cock to make sure every last drop is released. “Open that cumcatcher of yours,” he commands, and like the whore I am, I comply. Zeke swipes his warm cum into my mouth with his finger. “Suck it clean.”
Wrapping my lips around his index finger, I do exactly as he told me to and drink down every last drop.
“Please,” I cry. “Just let me come already!”
Xaden takes hold of my forearms, bringing me into a kneeling position, bringing his lips to the shell of my ear. “Careful what you wish for, baby.”
Both of them stand, Xaden nudging my knees further apart. I look down and watch both of them position a single boot-clad foot underneath my pussy. Pressing them together, toe to toe.
Lifting my chin, Zeke smiles down at me. “Ride our boots, show us what a hopeless cum-whore you are.”
Holy shit.
I’m yanked back by the tight grip Xaden has on my hair. “Does he need to repeat himself?”
“No,” I whimper and begin to move. Rolling my hips back and forth over the smoothness of their leather boots before the roughness of their laces glide between my pussy lips, rippling over my clit. The sensation bringing gooseflesh over the entirety of my skin.
“Look at you.” Xaden laughs from behind me. “No better than a two-dollar prostitute.”
“Is that what you are, Alyssa?” Zeke asks, crouching in front of me, taking hold of my face in both of his hands. “A cheap bitch any man can fuck. Only thinking about herself?”
