Page 26 of Amour Fou
“N-no,” I stutter, feeling the effects of my building orgasm hit my lower stomach, my hips rolling and grinding faster with each stroke.
“Who do you belong to then, slut?” Both hands gripping my throat and squeezing. I grind faster, Xaden’s laughter reminding me of my humiliation, the laces still strumming my clit at the perfect angle. My eyes flutter closed but a further slap across my face opens them.
“I asked you a fucking question, Alyssa.”
“I belong to you both!” I cry out. My body desperate to come, screaming for a release I’ve been denied for seven days.
“Ride that cunt faster, fuck yourself on our boots, whore.”
I do as Zeke asks, widening my legs so my body dips lower, achieving more pressure and contact to the leather, and now slick fabric of the laces. I’m screaming, moaning louder than I ever have before. My chest is heaving as I gulp for the oxygen Zeke is forbidding me from taking.
“Such a good fucking whore,” Xaden praises. “Come for us.” His hands taking hold of my bare breasts, pinching my nipples so harshly he might tear them off. The moment he squeezes my breasts, my orgasm spills over and I come on a high-pitched scream as Zeke releases my throat and I finally soak in fresh air.
The fire surrounding us a distant memory now as I crash and burn into the most intense orgasm of my life. Shuddering while I continually ride over their boots and my release squirts aggressively from my cunt.
Snatching their boots from under me, Xaden grins down at me.
“Well.” He nods towards their shoes. “Clean it off.”
Not willing to let them forbid me from further orgasms, I angle my head down, running my tongue over the thick leather, sucking up my juices and swallowing them down. “That’s it, taste yourself. Swallow it down and fill yourself up on your own cum.” Xaden degrades me further, pushing me over the edge with his words and I’m back where I was before, desperate to come again.
“Please,” I murmur, still licking my cum from their boots. “Please fuck me.”
“Would you look at that, Xaden. The dirty little cock-sleeve remembers how to beg.”
Their laughter echoes around the abandoned warehouse and I should be embarrassed, hating the way they treat me. But I don’t, I love it and all I want is more every time.
“Up you get.” Xaden hoists me from my kneeling position, turning me to face the wall of fire still flickering brightly, illuminating the room and casting an amber light everywhere. Pushing me forward, I focus on the old table placed perfectly in front of the flames and I try to dig my heels into the dirt.
“Wait,” I beg. “What are you—”
“You want to come, that’s where it’s going to happen.”
“What!? I’ll burn!” I twist and turn my body in his grasp as I try to lessen his grip on me. “You’re fucking crazy! Both of you!”
“You’rejustrealising that now, Butterfly?” Xaden says, before biting my earlobe, making me hiss.
The heat from the flames grows higher the closer I’m pushed towards the table, and as Xaden thrusts me towards the desk, I’m face to face with the flickering heat as it dances in front of me. Grabbing me at the nape of my neck, I’m pulled flush with Zeke’s chest this time.
“Legs up, feet flat on the table.” Is all he says before hoisting me up unto the wooden countertop.
“You’re going to squat, Butterfly, and we are gonna fuck you until you can’t come anymore.”
I do as Xaden tells me, squatting low. The heat from the fire bringing a sheen of glistening sweat to my chest and face. So why am I so turned on? Why is every fibre of my being excited beyond belief?
The moment the crown of Zeke’s cock pierces my asshole, forcing its way past my tight ring, I clench in shock.
“Relax for me,” he breathes, and I do the best I can. “That’s my good girl,” he praises me, forcing every inch inside me.
My eyes roll on instinct as he starts to thrust in and out of me. His hands gripping the underside of my thighs, helping with my balance and I lean back against his chest, allowing him to take most of my weight.
Looking down and between my legs, I see Xaden’s head beneath my pussy, a smile on his face so devilish I can’t stop mine from growing.
Poking his tongue out, he begins to eat me out from below. Running his tongue through my wet pussy lips while Zeke speeds up, fucking me angrily from behind.
“Just like that,” I hum with enjoyment. “Fill my cunt, please, Xaden.” His laughter vibrates against my core before he fills me with two fingers. “More,” I beg. So he adds another. “I said more!” I cry out from the fullness in my asshole and pussy. “Fucking fill me up!” I howl like the dirty whore I am. “I need it!”
“JesusChrist, Butterfly,” he moans, stretching me with a fourth finger and his thumb. “You want me to fist this worthless cunt?”
