Page 133 of Degradation
I close my eyes on a sigh, shivering at the words, the imperious tone. He’s so good at it.
‘I don’t know.’
‘Hold yourself open so we can get a good look at what’s ours,’ he says.
I do it.
‘Wider!’ he snarls, pushing my thighs hard and making me gasp.
‘Blake,’ Mav warns, but I shake my head at him.
‘I– I like it,’ I say, my cheeks heating. ‘I’ll use my safe words if I don’t. I promise.’
Mav crawls across the bed and lays close to me. I see that he’s taken off his shirt and is just in his low-slung jeans. My eyes drift over his pecs and the contours of his body.
‘Okay, but you use the words if you need to,’ he murmurs. ‘Don’t just let him push and push.’
I nod and push my head up toward him to kiss his lips. His eyes open briefly in surprise I think, but then close and he pushes closer to me, letting out a small sigh as my tongue begins to worry the crease of his lips.
Just as I gain entrance to his mouth, I feel Blake’s thumbs opening me and his tongue begins lapping at my core.
Mav’s arms encircle me, encouraging me to relax. He plays with my tits, kneading them gently before tweaking each nipple and then sucking on them. He does the same on each one which makes me smile. Shade leans down to kiss me, just as Blake slides two fingers into me and I moan into Shade’s mouth.
‘How does she feel?’ Mav asks.
‘Hot. Wet. Tight.’ He begins to fuck me with his fingers. ‘You can take two, right, little whore?’
I nod. ‘Yes,’ I whisper, tightness beginning to coil in my belly. ‘Please don’t stop.’
I feel a third, smaller finger easing into my ass and I tense, letting out a strangled breath.
‘Relax,’ Shade murmurs and I realize he’s the one playing there. ‘Only my little finger, sweetheart.’
Blake and Shade’s hands move in tandem, following a rhythm that makes my hips want to roll. I’m panting and pushing against them.
‘Please,’ I whisper. ‘Please.’
‘Fuck it,’ I hear Blake say. ‘I can’t wait anymore.’
‘Do it then,’ Shade replies, and his finger disappears.
I mewl, feeling the loss of them and pushing toward them to get their fingers back.
A hand slaps my inner thigh, and I squeal.
‘Patience,’ Mav murmurs. ‘Where’s the box?’
What box?
‘Under my bed,’ Blake answers. ‘Where else?’
There’s rustling and I crane my neck to see what’s going on, but I’m pushed back down by Mav who shakes his head.
Something’s opened. There’s the sound of plastic being ripped, something wet being squirted.
A bigger finger circles my ass and pushes in gently, making me whimper despite Shade hushing me.
‘Put it in already. This cheap little whore is going to love it, I know it.’
