Buy Me, Sir

I slide my fingers up his thigh until I feel the bulge of his groin. I grip him through the denim, my tongue still deep in Amy’s mouth as I feel him stiffen.

His breath is ragged as I break away from Amy and land my mouth on his. He’s hard as I rub his dick through his jeans, and so am I.

“Have you ever been with a man before?” I ask him, and he shakes his head. I thought as much. “How about a girl? Have you ever been with a girl?”

He shakes his head again.

I suck his bottom lip until he groans, making light work of his shirt buttons. His bare chest is firm and smooth, he shivers as I pinch his nipple.

“You’re going to fuck my girlfriend,” I grunt as I unbuckle his belt. I pop the button and tug his cock free. He pulses in my grip. “That’s it,” I tell him. “Nice and fucking hard for me.”

I can hear Amy’s shallow breathing. I can imagine her open mouth.

I reach for her without breaking free from Dean. My tongue is soft and wet across his lips, dipping inside as he moans for me.

I jerk his fucking cock as I switch to kiss Amy. I yank down her dress to expose those ripe little tits knowing full well she’s probably beside herself at the thought I’m going to make her go through with this. It doesn’t make me stop.

I’m still jerking Dean’s cock as I take Amy by the hair and guide her face to his. She murmurs under her breath, her mouth closed tight.

“Kiss him,” I tell her.

He grunts as I squeeze his dick.

Their lips touch but stay closed and Amy’s sweet face is little more than a grimace.

“Fucking kiss him,” I tell her, and I feel a perverted thrill as she does.

It’s a crappy fucking effort. Nothing but a flicker of tongues, like two clumsy fucking teens.

I take his hand and place it square on her tit. I hold him firm as he tries to tug away.

“You’re going to fuck each other,” I tell them, and my voice is so fucking sharp.

They are statue still, Dean’s hand rigid on her fucking tit as I pull her skirt up.

I order her to take her knickers down. Her fingers are shaking as she obeys me.

I love how she fucking obeys me.

I slide my fingers between her thighs and rub at her clit, and she squeaks and wriggles but doesn’t stop me.

I’m sandwiched between pussy and dick and I work them both. My own cock is pulsing, straining in my fucking pants as I watch Amy twist her tongue with his.

Her pussy takes two of my fingers nice and easy, she gasps as I hook them deep, and Dean is squirming in my grip, his dick nice and fucking swollen as he bucks his hips for more.

“Lie down,” I say to Amy, and she does.

I wrestle her dress up and over her head, and Dean won’t even look at her nakedness.

“You’re going to fuck that sweet little cunt,” I tell him and he winces. Amy has her eyes closed until I force her face to mine. “Ask him to fuck you,” I whisper.

“But I…”

“Ask him to fucking fuck you,” I repeat, and she shudders. “Unless you want to revise your hard limits,” I add. “Unless you want to tell me you’ve changed your mind?”

She thinks about it. I know she’s thinking about it. I see it all over her face.

“Have you changed your mind, Amy? Is there something you want to tell me?”

I take Dean’s arm and urge him towards her. He moves slowly. So fucking slowly.

“Well?” I ask Amy again. “Is there something you want to say to me, or not?”

She tries so hard to hide the truth. It’s almost pitiful.

Her voice is just a croak when she answers me, and I admire her bravado.

“No,” she says. “No hard limits.”

“Then ask him to fuck you.”

Dean positions himself on top of her, his arms rigid as they support his weight. His cock is still nice and fucking hard. He grunts as I take it in hand and rub it against Amy’s smooth little mound.

I rub him in her wetness and she wriggles.

“Ask him to fuck you,” I repeat again, and there’s a sickness in my gut. A perverse sense of satisfaction as she bleats out the words I’ve been demanding.

“Please fuck me,” she says. “Please, Dean, please fuck me.”Chapter Thirty-SevenMelissaMy heart is pounding so fast I feel sick.

I feel Dean’s dick against me and I hate myself for doing this. I hate myself for taking things this far.

I know Dean’s cursing himself for ever agreeing to be a part of this train wreck, but he’s hard in Alexander’s grip and he’s in too deep to stop.

Alexander Henley isn’t a man you feel like you can argue with.