She expected him to thrust in, but he didn’t. Dietrich leaned forward, and Blythe held her breath. His face was inches from hers, and they shared the same air. His tongue came out, and he ran it up first one cheek then the other, licking away the wetness her tears made.
When he pulled away, it was only to keep an inch between them. Stellan’s large hands took hold of her hips, and he plunged into her. The stretch and burn from his penetration had fresh tears tracking down her cheeks.
Dietrich leaned forward and licked those away, too.
In and out, Stellan slammed his dick into her. His fingers dug into her hips, no doubt leaving bruises. Blythe wasn’t used to sex this rough, but flares of pleasure burst inside of her each and every time his pelvis connected with her ass.
Stellan was so powerful and intense that she couldn’t stop the tortured moans that spilled from her. Dietrich cupped the back of her head and pulled her forward, so she had no choice but to open her mouth and take the cock he offered.
She sucked him deep and hard as Stellan fucked her. Bursts of air were forced through her nose as her pleasure tightened in her gut and threatened to explode. Going to pull away from the erection in her mouth proved fruitless when Dietrich tightened his hold on her.
Using her hair in his fist as leverage, he bobbed her head up and down for several more strokes before ripping her mouth from him. She sucked in air and tilted her head back as ecstasy washed though her.
“I’m going to come, Sir.” A hand held her chin immobile and forced her head in the position he wanted. The stern look on Dietrich’s face froze everything inside of her.
“No, you will not.” Dietrich’s hard, cold words had heat and ice going through her simultaneously.
“That’s it, baby.” Stellan brought his hand down on her ass, and the sound of flesh meeting flesh filled the room. “Christ.” That lone word spilling from Stellan’s mouth seemed to spur him into a fit of wild need.
He slammed into her, hitting the very center of her, which caused her eyes to widen and her mouth to drop open.
“Mr. Moore…”
Dietrich reached down and pulled at her nipple. He tugged the flesh taut then twisted it between his thumb and forefinger.
“Ask me to come. Beg me for it.” Dietrich pulled at her other nipple again and again until tears pooled in her eyes from the agony/ecstasy.
He smoothed his hand down until it circled her throat. He tightened his hold slightly, not enough to cut off her airway or frighten her, but enough to show her who was in charge. He exerted his dominance, and she reveled in it.
“Beg me for it, baby.” His mouth was so close that she wanted his lips on hers, challenging her, giving her everything.
“Please, may I come, Sir?” The words were a strangled gasp from her as Stellan fucked her relentlessly, and Dietrich tortured her nipples in ecstasy.
“Look at me.” She stared into his eyes that no longer looked blue but like onyx in the shadowy room. “Does my girl want to come?”
She could have screamed from the unfairness of it all. “Yes, Sir.”
“Tell your Sir what you want. Ask him.” This was like one big fucked-up game, but Blythe loved it. Her arms and legs shook from the force of holding off her orgasm.
“Sir, may I come?” The last word hitched as he hit her G-spot, and her eyes rolled in the back of her head. Stellan took hold of her hair and wrenched her head back. Dietrich took the opportunity to run his tongue up her throat. Oh. My. God.
“Tell me you’re my slut.” With her head turned to the side and Stellan’s face mere inches from hers, she could smell the sex and sweat that surrounded them.
“I’m your slut, Sir.”
He slapped her ass. “Fucking come, sweetheart.” That was all she needed to hear. The orgasm that tore through her had bright lights flashing through her vision.
Tingles moved through her veins, stealing all conscious thought until she didn’t even realize where she was any longer. As her high started to descend, she became aware of what was happening.
Stellan cursed behind her, filthy, foul language that turned her on even more. Dietrich whispered what a good girl she was, how responsive and perfect she was for them. Stellan pumped into her three more times before bottoming out inside of her and groaning out his orgasm.
For several long moments, all that could be heard was their combined breathing. Her knees gave out, and she started to fall, but strong arms gripped her waist and lifted her easily. The scent of Stellan invaded her, but then Dietrich’s spicy scent filled her nose.
Stellan held her tightly in his arms for only a second before he set her in Dietrich’s lap. The gentleness of the way Stellan brushed his hand over the side of her face and brought his lips to hers further filled her with euphoria.