Page 76 of Deathless
He yanked me forward, pulling me into a rough, handsy kiss. With both hands, he palmed my ass hard, bringing them downin a slap on either side. The next thing I knew, my pants and underwear were being shoved down in rough pulls.
As soon as my bare ass was exposed, Torr slapped each side again hard enough to leave handprints. I couldn’t even cry out from the sting before his mouth was on mine, hands smoothing over the bruised skin to soothe the ache. His kiss plundered my mouth, possessive and all-consuming.
The difference between my two men could not be more apparent. Torr’s dominance left me dizzy, off-kilter and breathless. Santos’ submission made me powerful, fired up and confident enough to rule the world. And I could not be me without them both.
With my pants and underwear off, Torr placed my panties in my hand, spun me around, and sent me back to Santos with another, lighter, slap on the ass.
“Punish your man, then torture him some more until you’re dripping wet enough for me to wreck you,” Torr growled.
Weak-kneed as I was, I managed to stand tall in front of Santos. “Open your mouth.”
He obeyed, nearly panting as he stared up at me with huge, dark puppy eyes.
I shoved my balled-up underwear into his mouth and he moaned, accepting the slip of fabric with my taste and scent on them.
“That’ll teach you to disobey orders.” I returned to kneeling in front of him. “As further punishment, I’m going to deep-throat you and you’re not allowed to come. How does that sound?”
His answering moan was pure sexual frustration. I watched him carefully for any signs of genuine discomfort—a shake of his head, a look in his eye, but my man was in heaven being ruled by me.
My lips slid over his blunt head, mouth stretching around his girth as I made my way down. I opened my throat to take all of him, focusing on breathing through my nose as my lips finally met my fist wrapped around his base.
Santos moaned around my panties, and I knew he’d be begging to touch me, thrusting up to fuck my face if he were free to do so. But as long as he was my toy to play with, I’d enjoy putting him in my mouth.
And he was an absolute mouthful. Solid and burning hot, twitching when he hit the back of my throat. He wanted to come so badly, but I knew my good boy wouldn’t disappoint me this time.
I was so orally fixated on him, I didn’t notice Torr come up behind me until a pinch on my nipple made me squeal.
His hands were underneath my shirt, groping and grabbing with a touch that was both reverent and possessive. My shirt and bra came off, and then I ripped off the large stretch of gauze covering the fresh tattoo on my chest.
Torr’s hands ran down my sides while I returned my attention to Santos’ cock, showing no mercy as I resumed taking him down my throat and pumping him with my fist. His gorgeous face was in a grimace of pleasure and pain, muscles straining under the ropes. He was solid as iron on my tongue, no doubt incredibly sensitive and teetering on the verge.
“You’re being so very good for me,” I praised, giving him and my mouth a moment of reprieve.
He groaned around my panties, head falling back as he took ragged breaths through his nose.
Torr’s hand went between my legs, a rough groan leaving his chest when he found how wet I was at Santos’ submission. I spread wider for him, arching and pressing back, resting my arms and head on Santos’ thighs.
“You love sucking his cock this much?” Torr purred approvingly as he dragged slick fingers to my ass, teasing my back entrance. “You like seeing him all wrapped up like a present for you?”
“Yes...” I arched deeper for him, lifting my hips.
“How would you like to ride him?” Torr’s fingers pressed inside, working and stretching me while the other hand lazily stroked my pussy. “Ride both of us?”
“Yes, please,” I whined.
“Come for us first.” He zeroed in on my clit while stretching my ass with another finger. “Look at him while I get you ready for both of us.”
I gazed up at Santos, fingers gripping the ropes at his hips to hold on through the onslaught of sensations. He met my eyes, head and shoulders angling down as much as he could, like he wanted to curl around me.
I reached up and took my panties from his mouth, discarding them somewhere on the floor. “I want to hear you when I’m riding you.” A moan left my mouth, my grip tightening on his ropes as pleasure built from Torr’s ministrations. “I love hearing you talk when you fuck me. It’s one of my favorite things.”
Santos’ smile was radiant. “And I love watching you come. I love it when you hold onto me while Torr is working you. So keep looking at me, paloma.Thatis my favorite thing.”
I rested my cheek on his thigh, gazing up toward his face, but my orgasm was ratcheting up so fast I gave into the impulse to shut my eyes.
Torr slapped my clit in response, the sharp, painful pleasure making me cry out. “Keep your eyes open,” he growled. “He said he wants you to look at him.”
The display of his dominance combined with the tender, loving look from Santos did me in. My pleasure lashed out like a lightning strike, nearly making me crumple to the floor if itwasn’t for Santos’s legs holding me up. Torr kept his motions up until I was begging him to stop, the aftershocks licking through me to the point of oversensitivity.
