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“Relax for me, baby. You’re going to have to let me in.”
“You’re so big. Fuck…is it?—”
He cuts me off. “It’s going to fit. I just need to stretch this little cunt out.”
Fuck.
He just called my ass a cunt.
And it shouldn’t have my rock-hard cock jumping up and down on my stomach or my ass clenching around nothing, but all of that is happening. The whimper that crawls out of my throat, though, is involuntary.
With a smug fucking grin, Felyx encourages, “Oh the whore likes his hole referred to as a pussy doesn’t he?” The head tilt from him has me closing my eyes, throwing my head back into the mattress.
He’s so fucking hot, it hurts.
Once he breaks through the tight ring of muscle, with a gasp from me, he stays there for a second, letting me adjust to his size. He’s rocking back and forth with so much control, moving deeper with each stroke. Slowly—so painfully slow. But it’s whatI need to be able to stretch around him. “Yes, Sir. I think I do enjoy it.”
“It?”
He’s going to make me say it…
“I-I like it when you call my hole a cunt…and a pussy.”
He growls, “Good boy.”
I moan, but the moan that comes from Scottie is the one that shocks me. I turn back to her, and she spread out on the bed, rubbing her pussy, and lost in where Felyx and I are connected. “You two are so—and I mean this with my whole chest—fucking hot.”
He’s finally fully seated in me, and the pressure on my prostate already has my eyes crossing. I’ve forgotten how good it feels. It’s been a little too long. “Please fuck me now, Sir. I need you to move.”
And move he does just that.
* Misery Business - mgk, Travis Barker
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FELYX
Iinstruct Scottie, “Put those pretty lips on his cock.”
She does just that. Scooting her upper body over to Briggs’ leaking cock, and pulling him between her pouty lips.
“Oh my fucking God! I’m going to come any second,” Briggs pleads, gripping onto my biceps, begging with his eyes.
?* I grab his ass and scoot him up onto my thighs, so I can really start hammering into his prostate. Then, I murmur, as I get lost in the view of him taking me so well, “You do whatever you need to, Singer Boy. I’m fucking this pretty cunt until it makes me fill you up. Breed you until you can’t walk.”
I get lost in him.
In the sounds he’s making.
And the view of all of us together, milking pleasure from each other.
That’s exactly what we do too.
Scottie’s head is bobbing up and down, and the sound of her gagging each time she takes him to the back of her throat is going to send me over the edge too. I’m honestly surprised Briggs has held on this long.
Like he heard the thought in my head, he grits his teeth and grabs onto the sides of Scottie’s head, panting. “I’m going to come, Bow Tie.”
And she gives him a moan, and I see her head slide down his length a little bit more ready to take his load. I’m hitting his prostate perfectly—not all the way in, and short pumps in and out to keep the pressure there so he comes extra hard. He throws his head back in pleasure, and I can see his stomach muscle contracting, and his hole squeezing and pulsing around me as he comes.
