Page 24 of Grave Kisses
“Do you trust us, Kendra?” Marcus asks softly. He is close. Very close.
“Yes,” I whisper.
I feel their hot breath on my breasts, and I don’t get a chance to react before they both circle my nipples with their tongues and gently suck on me. Soft groans fill the room as I arch off the bed, pressing against their mouths. They are both in perfect synchrony as they slide their hands up my inner thigh before gripping onto the bends of my hips from under the boxers now. They’re so close to my pussy, and it is absolutely intentional. They both hit a spot that is almost like a pressure point, and I quickly unravel. Another moan comes out of me, and they don’t let up. They hold my hips in place, and I am fuckingpantingwith need. My head is swimming with lust, and I’ve never wanted to come so badly before.
Bellamy replaces Marcus’ hand with his so he can pull the boxers off me. “Look at me, Kendra,” Marcus says. I do, and he smiles. “Be specific, pretty girl. What do you want?”
“I want to come,” I pant. “So fucking badly.”
“If we make you come, we get to keep you. No games. No hesitation. You will be our little toy to play with as much as we want,” Marcus warns. “We play for keeps, Kendra.”
“As long as I’m the only toy,” I groan when Bellamy presses into my hips more.
Marcus gives Bellamy a wicked smile before moving between my legs. Bellamy moves to my side, where he continues to gently suck and bite my breasts, keeping me in a lulled state. I am panting like a dog in heat when he slides his hands up my inner thighs and pushes my legs apart as far as they can go and dips his head. I look down at him and keep eye contact as he slowlypushes his tongue into my pussy before dragging it up and across my clit.
“Oh, fuck,” I gasp. He swirls my clit with his tongue before lightly flicking across me. My eyes roll back when he does it again and again. “Dear God, that’s… Oh, please don’t stop. Fuck, I want to come.”
“You are so pretty when you melt for us, Kendra,” Bellamy murmurs.
“Beg harder, Little Brat. I want to see you desperate,” Marcus commands.
“Make me,” I choke out. “I won’t beg.”
“If you won’t beg to come, you’ll beg for mercy,” he growls as he rolls and pulls me on top of him. He wraps his arms around my thighs to keep me pinned as I sit on his face.
“Oh shit!” I cry out when he starts sucking on my clit. I have nothing to hold on to but when I involuntarily dig my nails into my own thighs, Bellamy grabs my hands. “I can’t… It won’t… Fuck, that’s good.”
“Rock your hips, pretty girl. Ride his face and take it,” Bellamy encourages. I whine but slowly rock my hips. He is sucking my soul out of my pussy, and rocking my hips sends bolts of pleasure shooting through me. My orgasm breaks, and I moan loudly as I grind my pussy against his mouth, but he doesn’t let up. He growls against me when I try to pull away. I try to usemy body weight to break free by forcing him to let me lay, but he simply puts me on my back and keeps his arms around my thighs so he can continue eating my pussy. I try to push him away, but Bellamy pulls my arms up and pins them.
“Fuck. I can’t. Oh my God!” I moan loudly.
“You can, Kendra. Keep coming, pretty girl,” Bellamy encourages.
“Fuck!” I nearly scream when he bites down on my clit and starts sucking on me again. This time when my hips rock, pain stabs through me.
The thing about pain is that it’s different for everyone. Some women would hate every single second of pain during sex, but I can’t get enough of it. I want painandpleasure. Feeling an unfiltered version of what I’ve always craved flips a switch in my head, and I keep rocking my hips to feel the way the pain flutters in my pussy.
“Hmm. Innocent little Kendra likes pain,” Bellamy says. Marcus immediately shifts and shoves three fingers into my pussy and starts fucking me hard and fast. My moans are screams, but when he goes to pull his face away from my pussy, I grab a fistful of his neatly styled hair and rock my hips again.
Note to future self: Don’t try to dominate Marcus unless youwantyour cervix to be bludgeoned.
Marcus abruptly pulls away, flips me to my belly, and pulls me up to my knees. He pauses for just a second to give me a chance to object before he tightens his hips on my waist and slams his cock into me.
Now, I like pain. In fact, I love it. I love how it calms my mind and relaxes me. This man’s cock is so goddamn thick that the stretch alone makes me fight him. Add what is likely ten inches of unhinged, nearly psychopathic lust, and you have the perfect storm where he is fucking me into literal tears. I grip onto the blanket andscreaminto the mattress as he hate-fucks me. Not only did I dominate him, but I did it knowing I was going to come either way. This is his brutal way of fucking me back into submissiveness, a reminder that I am not the one in charge.
Marcus abruptly stops, and I am almost sobbing when he pulls me on top of him. In part, I think this sudden change is to ensure that I am still consenting despite the fact that I am crying. When I sink down on his cock, he pulls me down to his chest and starts railing into me again.
“Fucking bratty whore,” he grunts as he fucks me hard and deep. His degradation hits differently when he is slamming his cock into my cervix so hard that my belly is flooded with pain and an unimaginable amount of pleasure. “Say it. Tell me what you are.”
“Your whore,” I cry out. “Fuck, that hurts.”
“Say it,” he says as he smacks my ass with both hands as he grips onto my ass. He lifts his hips more and stabs deeper, using my body weight as leverage.
“Fuuuuck!” I yell, my voice breaking between thrusts. “Bratty whore! I’m your bratty whore! Goddamn it, that hurts. Please. More.”
Marcus pounds into me until I am nearly limp. When he comes, he kisses me hard. I think that I will get to rest for a second, but as soon as he pulls out, Bellamy surges into my pussy and starts railing into me even harder. He is nearly as big as Marcus, but there is so much more power behind his thrusts. By the time he comes, I am completely limp. Being thoroughly fucked by two men is exhausting but incredible.
Reality is coming in flashes, and I am struggling to catch my breath. I am lying on my back with my arm draped over my face. One of them is cleaning me. Maybe both. No one is making me talk, but I don’t know if I could right now. So many thoughts are coming to mind right now, but the one that stands out the most is self-preservation. I am not the type of woman a man wants to settle down with. I am the type you fuck a few times and abandon because I’m too hooked on my work. I’m too focused on honoring Alan and his dream for this company. I have to sacrifice my happily ever after for his dream because he sacrificed far more for me. I owe him that much.
