#bbb writes

You did as told and when you felt the tip of his cock tap against your tongue, you moaned out loud and lifted your hips up from the bed.

Marc chuckled, pressing his hand down against your abdomen before sliding it to your breast to give it a playful squeeze.

“Look at you squirm, so fucking needy. You’re soaking the sheets, babe.” He said as if it wasn’t obvious.

You whined and kept your hands to your sides, despite the desperation to touch yourself. The ache and throbbing in your pussy was almost too much given that Marc hasn’t touched you yet.

“Marc, please…” you softly pleaded as you gripped the sheets.

Marc merely laughed, pinching your nipple before shoving his cock back into your mouth with no warning. He grunted as he kept a hand against your throat, feeling how his dick strained against your skin each time he slid in.

You choked on his cock a bit but continued sucking him, hollowing your cheeks. Tears pooled in your eyes as Marc roughly fucked your mouth, his ballsack slapping against your nose with every thrust.

Finally, you felt his fingers rub your folds but only for a quick moment before he stopped. He slapped the inside of your right thigh before letting out a groan.

“Suck me so good, baby. Think you deserve a reward.” Marc said.

“Go touch yourself, I want to see you finger your cunt while I fuck your mouth.” He said.

“But you can’t cum ‘til I allow you.” He quickly added.

Letting out a whimper, you started rubbing your clit in big, slow circles while your other hand fondled with your breast. You kept breathing through your nose while Marc mouth-fucked you.

Marc was a very vocal man— his grunts and husky curses were turning you on so much that you could feel your abdomen tighten quickly.

“God, your mouth feels so fuckin’ good around my cock.” Marc said, slowing down his pace as he watched his member glisten with your spit.

He gently held your neck, pulling his cock out and resting it on your tongue before bending down to spit on it.

You moaned and sucked on the tip at the same time you inserted your fingers into your pussy.

“That’s right, keep fucking your pussy just like that. So wet for me, you love it when I fuck your mouth like this, don’t you?” Marc asked with amusement.

Even with a mouthful of Marc’s cock, you nodded your head and sped up your fingers. You were too focused on sucking him that you completely got lost in your own pleasure.

You rubbed at your clit hard and fast, making yourself cum despite Marc’s instruction not to do so. Letting out a muffled moan, your entire body trembled and your hips stuttered as you came.

Marc was quick to take his throbbing member out from your mouth, clicking his tongue in disappointment as he watched you writhe on his bed.

“Baby, I thought I told you not to cum?” He asked, bending down to caress your face.

You heavily panted, “‘m sorry, I couldn’t hold back.” You admitted.

Marc sighed, “I know, baby. I know. But I can’t let you off that easily, you’re aware of that, right?” He asked.

You merely nodded, carefully sitting up on the bed and turning around to face Marc. His body was flushed and sweaty, his curls disheveled and eyes dark with lust. He looked absolutely ravishing like that.

“Lay down. On your side.” He said and waited for you to obey before climbing on the bed.

Marc started pressing light kisses on your body, starting from your ankle up to your thigh, licking his way up to your neck as he positioned himself behind, spooning you.

“If you can’t control yourself, you’re gonna have to learn it from us.” Marc whispered into your ear as he lifted your leg up, just enough to slide his cock into your pussy.

You gasped at how easily he slipped in, your sensitive cunt quickly adjusting to his girth. Marc wrapped an arm around your waist, cradling your breast as he fucked you from behind, nice and slow.

“Marc, faster…please…” you whimpered, moving your hips to meet his thrusts.

Marc laughed into your ear, “You want it fast?” He asked but didn’t wait for a response.

He lifted your thigh up higher as he fucked you fast, growling at the way your pussy clenched around him. Gritting his teeth, he let go of your thigh and reached around to rub at your sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Could feel you getting close again, baby.” He breathed out.

You moaned out his name when your abdomen tightened, bracing yourself for another orgasm until Marc whispered into your ear.

“But like I said, we’re gonna have to teach you a lesson on control.”

His hips stilled all of a sudden, the hand on your clit moving away to cup your face.

“You alright, love?”

You whined, “Steven, please? So close…”

Steven’s lips ghosted against the shell of your ear, his hands caressing your skin while his thrusts slowed down.

“I know, love. But we gotta slow down a bit, yeah? Still your hips for a bit, can you do that for me?” He asked sweetly, one hand reaching for your leg to bring it down as he started moving again but keeping his pace slow.

The way your legs were pressed together made you feel his cock move even more, making your entire body shudder with want.

“Nice and slow, love. Nice and slow…” Steven breathed out.

“So good, Steven…” you said, feeling the coil in your abdomen start to loosen.

Steven continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ear, promising that he’d be there to take good care of you later on. Unlike Marc, his touches were featherlight and careful, as if he was afraid to break you apart.

He treated you like you were fragile; he made sure to help you come down from your high before you could even snap.

“That’s right, love. Feels good, innit?” Steven asked, keeping a slow and steady pace as he made love to you.

Your soft breaths began to turn into whimpers once more when Steven’s pace changed, stimulating your cunt once more and bringing that familiar heat back into your stomach.

“You’re doing so good, love. Keep this up for me, yeah?” He asked.

As soon as you nodded, you felt a change in the way you were being held. A hand gripped your breast firmly, squeezing it while his thumb stroked your nipple.

“You didn’t think Steven was going to let you off like that, did you?”

Another whine escaped your mouth at the presence of Marc yet again. You could easily tell he was fronting just by the roughness of his thrusts. How his hips moved against yours, where his hands often went and how tightly they would squeeze you.

They continued punishing you like that, with Marc fucking you hard and fast until you were about to cum only to switch to Steven to edge you with his slow and gentle movements.

Your entire body was quivering, your cunt abused yet unsated. The sheets beneath were soaked, both in sweat and your juices.

“Almost there, love. Hold back a lil’ bit longer and we’ll get you there.”

Tears were already staining your cheeks as you panted heavily, your chest rising and falling with every breath you took.

“Can’t hold back…please…” you whimpered, your back arching as you reached behind to grab onto Steven’s waist.

He pressed a soft kiss beneath your ear, “Marc, I think she’s learned her lesson.” Steven softly said.

Steven was just as exhausted, his breath fanning against the back of your neck, tickling you.

“You’re good, love.” It was the last thing he said before Marc took over again, wrapping your torso with his arm to reach for your clit.

“You did so good for us, baby.” Marc praised, pressing down on your bundle of nerves before tightening his grip around your body.

And then he fucked you, spreading your pussy lips with his fingers to see how your cunt was taking in all of him.

Marc clenched his jaw, grunting at how slippery your cunt was yet so tight around his dick. His balls were so tight from holding back just as much as you were.

“Cum, baby. Cum for me.” He growled into your ear as he pounded into you until you were crying out his name.

Your orgasm was so strong it made your eyes cross and your body shudder. You could feel your cunt flutter around Marc’s cock over and over again.

Marc spooned you and held you close to his chest as you experienced aftershocks. He rubbed soothing circles against your stomach while kissing your cheek.

“Good girl, baby.” He whispered, “I know you got more in there. Can you give us one more?” He asked.

You were so out of it already but when you felt Marc’s cock throb inside of you, you whined and shook your head in response. Too exhausted and overstimulated, you weren’t sure if your body could take another round.

Swallowing thickly, you let out a soft whine, “I don’t think I can.”

Marc grunted, “Just one, baby. Need to feel you cum on my cock again before I do.” He said.

“Too much, Marc.” You whimpered despite the growing heat in your belly yet again.

Marc was quiet for a moment, you thought that he was going to let you off for now. Just as when you were about to doze off, Marc reached around to grab your face, squeezing it in his hand.

“Now that’s just disappointing. I thought you were our good little slut?”

That accent, thick and heavy— it was Jake.

You knew him but never spent a lot of time with him. He would only front whenever Marc or Steven needed protection. Or in this case, help in getting what they wanted.

If Marc was rough, Jake was brutal. It was his grip that often left bruises in their wake, reminding you that you were his just as much as you were Marc and Steven’s.

He further squeezed your face, turning it to him, “You’re gonna give us one more, you hear me?” He asked.

You nodded, mouth agape and at a loss for words. Whenever Jake was in charge, he always pushed you to your limits and well, you loved every second of it.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” He demanded.

You quickly obeyed, Jake smirked before spitting into your mouth.

“Atta girl.” He praised before sticking two fingers into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.

You squealed when he moved his hips, thrusting into you at a steady yet powerful rhythm that made your body bounce. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed in the air, matching the smell of sweat and sex that lingered.

Jake was barely pulling his cock out from your cunt as he fucked you, ignoring how you were gagging on his fingers that was now shoved down your throat.

“That’s it, could feel your fucking pussy milking my cock.” He grunted.

Tears welled in your eyes yet again, pain and pleasure mixing into an entirely different sensation that was so addicting. It was painful yet you wanted more and more.

Jake removed his fingers from your mouth and brought it down to your pussy, slipping two of them inside and stretching you out even more.

His cock and two fingers inside, you didn’t think they’d all fit but here you were, taking all of them like a pathetic whore.

“More, come on. One more, you can do it. You don’t want to disappoint us, do you?” He asked but you couldn’t even bring yourself to respond.

“I asked you a question.” Jake grunted, slapping your face before wrapping his hand around your throat, choking you.

“Don’t…don’t wanna disappoint…” you stammered, your eyes fluttering shut.

Jake slapped your cheek again, “Keep your eyes open.” He said and you immediately followed, trying your best to keep them open.

“Good girl. So fucking obedient ‘cause you’re our slut, right? You’re our good little bitch.”

Jake's filthy words, his cock and fingers finally pushed you to the brim. You came with a silent scream, your body stilling and toes curling as you rode out your orgasm.

All you could remember was Marc taking over and him spilling his seed inside of you before praising you, “So good, baby. Did so good for us.”

It probably took you a couple of minutes to regain your consciousness because when you did, you were cuddled close to Marc’s chest.

His hand was rubbing your back, his touches were soft and gentle— it was Steven.

“Hi there, love.” He grinned, looking down at you.

Your eyelids fluttered as you beamed up, “Hi Steven.”

He kissed your forehead and pulled you closer, grabbing the blanket and pulling it up to your shoulders.

The soft yet low grunt that Marc made was almost inaudible. He rolled his eyes before towering you, making you walk backwards until you felt the cold wall of the elevator against your bare shoulders.

“Those eyes,” Marc hoarsely whispered as he leaned in closer, his breath fanning your cheek as he teasingly nosed your skin. “…the kind of look you give me when you want to get fucked.” He said, pulling back just to take in your look.

He hasn’t even laid a finger on you and yet your eyes were already so glassy. Your chest rose and fell quickly as you breathed, your mouth parted and lips glistening.

“That what you want?” Marc asked, his tone teasing as he tipped your chin up with his fingers.

You merely nodded, whining softly when you felt Marc’s knee slot in between your legs to tease your mound.

“Want me to fuck this cunt until you’re begging for me to stop?” He asked again, this time moving his knee back and forth to rub at your aching pussy.

Marc didn’t even let you answer because the way you were arching your back against the wall was enough to let him know how much you needed him to use you. He took a step back from you and smirked in amusement when you whined at the loss of contact.

“Tell me you’re gonna be good.” He demanded, voice louder and firmer this time around.

You panted and almost sagged against the wall, your need to feel his cock almost rendering you weak in the knees.

“I’m gonna be good.” You whispered.

Marc snickered, “Louder, princess.”

You groaned, “Gonna be good for you, Marc!” You exclaimed just as when the elevator reached your floor.

A satisfied smile tugged at Marc’s lips as the doors slid open behind him, “As soon as you step out, you’ll only do what I say. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir.”

-

“Is my princess getting tired? Thought you were gonna be good?” Marc asked, the patronizing tone of his voice giving you a new sense of vigor to keep going.

He had already fucked an orgasm out of you as soon as the both of you reached the motel room, but of course, Marc was an overachiever. One climax wasn’t enough for him, he needed more so he sat on a chair and had you straddle him, with your hands tied behind your back.

“‘’m not tired…” you panted, slowly getting your rhythm back as you bounced on his cock

Marc chuckled as he watched you with lidded eyes, so desperate to please him like the good girl you said you were. He licked his lips as he looked at your tits bouncing with every movement.

“You’re gonna have to try harder, princess. I fucked you good earlier, didn’t I? Made your pussy cum so hard it had your eyes rolling back to your head. If you want another reward you’re gonna have to ride my cock better.” He mocked, gripping your neck with both of his large hands to pull you closer for a messy kiss.

You moaned against his mouth, feeling his tongue slip into yours. He kissed you roughly, slightly canting his hips upwards before he completely stilled in his seat again.

“Go on, princess. Ride me harder, you can do it.” He encouraged before letting you go and leaning back against the chair to watch you.

Taking in a sharp inhale, you ignored the way your thighs were burning and sped up your pace. You kept your gaze on Marc as you rode his cock, sometimes sliding back and forth instead of bouncing up and down.

Marc’s face scrunched into pleasure when your pussy clenched around his throbbing cock, parting his mouth to let out a soft grunt.

Moans continued to spill out of you; the girth of his cock stretching your cunt out deliciously. There was a slight sting to it but god, you loved the pain.

And you loved how Marc was looking at you like a predator eyeing his prey.

Sweat trickled down both your bodies, mixing together with your wetness that was pooling at the base of Marc’s cock.

“That’s it, fucking my cock so well. Good girl.” Marc praised, opening his legs wider and pushing your thighs even farther apart.

You keened when you felt the tip of his cock hit your cervix when you slammed down on him, your body trembling at the surge of pleasure that coursed through your veins.

Marc choked out a chuckle, “That hit the spot, princess? Felt your cunt clench around me tightly. Squeezing me so fucking good, getting me all wet from your juices.” He said.

“Marc, please…” you whimpered, feeling that familiar tightness in your abdomen.

“What does my princess want?” Marc asked, brushing your hair away from your face.

You swallowed hard and tried to keep your eyes open, “Touch me, please. Wanna cum so bad.” You moaned, rolling your hips against his harder and faster— needier.

Marc hummed before cupping your face with one hand and holding your waist with the other. He held back from touching you that when you felt the roughness of his palm against your skin, you almost felt like your entire body was burning.

“Need my help to get you off, huh? Can’t cum without me touching you?” Marc teased again, running his thumb along your lower lip.

You nodded, “Yes, sir. Please, please. Need you to touch me, need you to make me cum.” You sputtered out your words.

Marc grunted and shoved two of his fingers into your mouth, allowing you to suck on them before he reached down between your bodies to rub on your bundle of nerves.

The action made you moan out loud and your legs quiver from the pleasure. Tears welled in your eyes as you neared your release.

Marc knew your body perfectly, he knew the little cues it would give each time you were about to explode. He firmly planted his feet on the ground and gripped your waist tighter before finally thrusting his hips up to meet yours.

The pleasure from Marc’s cock fucking into you and his fingers rubbing at your clit was overwhelmingly good, so good that made your entire body tremble as you finally came.

A silent scream left your mouth, your nails digging into the palms as you tried to hold onto something but to no avail. The restraints had already left marks on your wrists but you couldn’t care less because you were too focused on how his cock kept on fucking into you to prolong your orgasm.

Tears tainted your cheeks as you went limp and fell against Marc’s sweaty chest, your body jolting from aftershocks as his cock slowed down from slipping in and out of your abused cunt.

You might have lost your consciousness because when you opened your eyes, your wrists were no longer tied behind you and Marc was soothingly rubbing your back while whispering praises into your ear.

“You back?” He laughed as you straightened up to look at him.

His face was red sweaty, with some of his curls sticking onto his damp forehead. You breathily chuckled as you kissed him, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders.

“You still gonna be good for me?” Marc whispered against your mouth as he stood up from the chair, hoisting you up with him.

You squealed at this sudden movement, feeling his hard cock continue to throb inside of your swollen pussy.

“I asked you a question, princess. Don’t make me repeat myself.” Marc warned as he walked to the bed.

You nodded and kissed him again, “Yes, sir.” You responded.

“Good.” Marc said and wordlessly dropped you on the bed, manhandling you and roughly turning you around before kneeling behind you.

He lifted your ass up and pressed down on your nape, pushing your face against the mattress as he slid his cock back inside of you with no prior warning.

You cried out at the friction, your pussy absolutely overstimulated and begging to breathe. But you’d do anything for Marc Spector, so you took in every thrust no matter how abused your cunt felt.

His grunts and groans filled the air as he fucked you to his liking, landing a spank on your ass every now and then. Your fingers gripped the sheets tightly, your toes curling from the tension slowly pooling in your abdomen yet again.

Two climaxes in and yet your body was begging for more despite the exhaustion.

“God, your pussy’s so fucking tight. So fucking greedy for my cock, aren’t you?” Marc said, thumbing your puckered hole.

“Mhmm!” You hummed, arching your back even deeper.

Marc slapped your ass again before squeezing it playfully, “Could feel you getting close again, can you cum again for me?” He asked, gripping your waist tightly.

You nodded as you drooled on the sheets; your eyelids fluttered as you neared your third orgasm, you were already incoherent and babbling— just the way Marc wanted.

He loved it when he’d fuck you dumb like this. You were so helpless and so willing to surrender everything to him.

Marc lifted his knee up and planted his foot on the bed to find a better angle before he fucked you relentlessly, barely pulling his cock out of your cunt.

You cried his name out like a prayer, cumming hard after one particular thrust that had you seeing stars. Marc groaned out loud when your pussy clenched around his cock, pushing him to his own orgasm.

Marc bent down to press kisses along your spine as he spilled inside of you, his warm release filling you up to the brim.

His sweaty chest was pressed against your back as he pressed a kiss behind your ear, “Did so good for me, princess.” He whispered, allowing your pussy’s contractions to milk his cock until the last drop.

“Hold it in for me?” He whispered as he straightened his back, pulling his softening cock out from your pussy.

Following Marc’s instruction, you clenched hard to keep all of his release inside of you as you caught your breath. Keeping your ass up in the air, you sighed in comfort when Marc started caressing your ass.

“Let go, princess.” He said.

You relaxed your entire body and allowed Marc’s cum to spill out of your cunt. You whined at the feeling of it dripping down the insides of your thighs.

“Beautiful.” Marc praised, landing a gentle spank on your ass as he watched his release continue to drip out of your puffy pussy.

He licked his lips and gently helped you lay down on your back. He crawled over you and smiled proudly, “God, you’re gorgeous. You satisfied now?” He teased, pressing the tip of his nose against yours.

You chuckled and forced your eyes to open despite the exhaustion, “Hmm yeah. Thank you, sir.” You whispered, slowly feeling yourself doze off.

You still heard Marc praising you, making you smile before you completely succumbed to sleep.

-

The shaking of the floor and the loud noise of the tracks as a train passed by woke you up. You were still slightly annoyed that the motel Marc chose to laylow in was near the railway. However, memories from the previous day quickly changed your mood despite the noise.

Your body was sore all over, especially in between your legs. Shifting on the bed, you realized that you were in one of Marc’s shirts already. He must have helped you clean up last night while you were dead asleep.

Smiling, you turned to the other side and was met with Marc’s face, peacefully asleep. Carefully, you reached over to fix a stray curl away from his face.

Marc stirred and scrunched his nose making you laugh, “‘’m sorry, did I wake you?” You softly asked when he opened his eyes.

His eyes met your eyes and it didn’t take him more than a second to let out a scream as he jolted out of bed. You panicked and jumped out as well, asking Marc what was wrong.

“Who are you?! Where am I?!” Marc exclaimed fearfully, eyes wide and seemingly disoriented.

His accent changed too.

“Calm down, Marc. It’s just me.” You coaxed.

Marc’s shocked expression was immediately replaced by that of worry. His shoulders visibly relax as he sat back down on the bed, rubbing his face with his hand.

“Oh no, oh no.” He murmured to himself, “Not again.” He added before realizing that he was merely clad in a pair of boxers.

Marc hurriedly covered himself up with the blanket. His sudden change of demeanor made you realize what was going on.

You cautiously approached the bed and sat down, allowing some space in between the two of you.

“This shouldn’t have happened.” Marc continued to talk to himself.

Steven, rather.

“It’s okay, Steven.” You said, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Steven turned to you quickly, “You…you know me?” He asked incredulously.

You nodded, “Steven Grant.” You said.

“Marc told you…about me?” He asked again, still unable to believe.

“He mentioned you a couple of times. Steven…with a V.” You explained.

You’d known about Steven for quite a while now, it was something that Marc thought he needed you to know. With the kind of relationship you two had, it was important that you knew about these things.

It left you quite confused at first and to be honest, you didn’t understand Marc’s situation. He was patient enough to explain everything to you and after a while, you felt like you already knew Steven.

Now that you finally met him, it felt surreal but nothing’s really changed with how you felt about Steven’s existence— he really was a lovely lad.

Steven let out a sigh, “I must apologize, I must have frightened you.” He said, finally calming down.

You laughed and shook your head, “It’s alright. I figured I’d meet you one day, just didn’t expect it’d be right after…” you trailed, feeling your face heat up.

Steven was quick to understand what you meant and felt just as awkward. There was a pause for a brief moment before he cleared his throat.

“Well, it’s lovely to meet you—“ he trailed, squinting as if he was recalling whether Marc had told him your name.

You quickly introduced yourself and extended your arm for a handshake, “It’s nice to finally meet you.” You said.

Steven glanced down at your hand and noticed the marks on your wrists, “Oh my, you’re hurt.” He worriedly said, mindlessly taking your arm to take a close look at it.

You felt your body heat up even more, “No, don’t worry. Those are…” you said, figuring out how to tell Steven where those marks came from.

“Marc and I…last night…” you stammered.

You saw the embarrassment in Steven’s eyes the very moment he caught your drift, “Ohhh, oh. Must have been a fun night.” He said and immediately regretted his cheeky remark.

You laughed and nodded, “It was indeed a fun night.” You affirmed.

The awkward atmosphere turned lighter thankfully. Steven glanced at you again, “Did Marc…take good care of you after?” He carefully asked.

Your eyes softened up as you looked at Steven. You smiled and nodded, “He did. Thank you for asking, Steven. He did leave me quite hungry though.” You admitted.

Steven chuckled, “Well then, I should get Marc back.” He said, preparing to stand up until you stopped him.

“Why don’t we get breakfast together, Steven with a V?” You asked with amusement.

“Marc did tell me that I’d have to get to know you at one point. Perhaps we can do that over coffee?” You hopefully asked.

You could see the gears in Steven’s head turning before he looked down and scratched at his neck, “I’m not sure Marc would like that.” He said.

Smiling, you stood up and grabbed his shirt on the floor before handing it over to him.

Sure, Lloyd was a narcissistic sociopath who enjoyed getting what he wanted, whatever the means was.

And you?

You were probably just as fucked up for getting off on Lloyd’s sociopathic tendencies both outside and inside the bedroom.

So, when you heard the bedroom door creak at ten past midnight, you wasted no time to jump on Lloyd’s bones.

Grabbing him by the neck, you pulled him down for a hungry kiss. You whined into his mouth when you finally got a taste of him— he tasted like mint and whiskey, it made your head spin.

Lloyd grabbed you by your wrists and pulled you away, however, his smirk was enough affirmation that he loved how desperate you were all of a sudden.

“What’s gotten into you, sweetheart?” He asked, licking his swollen lips.

Your eyes were glazed with lust as you looked at him, mouth parted as you panted, “I don’t know, but if you don’t get inside of me I might go crazy.”

Lloyd let you have your way with him and allowed you to lead him onto the bed, pushing him to sit down on the edge. You were quick to strip off all your clothes before straddling him, kissing him roughly while your hands fumbled with the button of his pants.

Lloyd chuckled into your mouth as he reached back to caress your bear ass, rubbing your skin gently before squeezing both cheeks with his rough palms.

“God, you’re fucking soaked.” Lloyd commented, glancing down in between your bodies to see a wet patch on the crotch of his pants.

You shuddered at the friction when you rolled your hips against Lloyd’s clothed erection, “Touch me, please.” You softly pleaded.

Lloyd smirked, landing a hard spank on your ass with one hand before spitting on the other, “My pleasure, sunshine.” He said before spreading his spit against your folds, rubbing your dripping cunt with his fingers.

The high-pitched, wanton whine you let out made Lloyd smile smugly. He slapped your ass again before grabbing onto the side of your neck, keeping you in place as he sped up his fingers.

He watched your face contort in pure pleasure, his eyes traveling from your furrowed eyebrows to your nostrils that flared with every moan, and then down to your parted lips that was glossed with both of your spit.

“Would you look at that, lookin’ like a piece of art.” Lloyd praised before tugging your neck closer so he could lick your mouth.

You rolled your hips against Lloyd’s fingers, needing more than just friction against your clit. You whined and gripped on the material of his tight-fitting shirt for leverage as you continued to move.

“Aww, you close already? Could feel your pussy drenching my fingers.” Lloyd teased, moving his hand away from your cunt.

You nodded as much as you could with Lloyd’s large hand wrapped around your throat, “Please, Lloyd…need to cum, please…” you begged.

Lloyd made a face, his tone patronizing as he talked to you, “You need to cum? Yeah? Your pussy’s throbbing, ain’t it?” He asked before slapping your cunt, making you hiss.

Your moan was cut off when Lloyd kissed you hard, pulling back only slightly to give you a command.

“You’re gonna cum only when I tell you to.” He said and kissed you again the same time he continued slapping your pussy.

Lloyd bit your bottom lip before pressing his nose against your cheek, tightening his grip around your throat as he went on to slap your cunt over and over again.

Whines and squeals filled the room together with the pornographic, wet slaps of his palm against your drenched pussy. You could feel your wetness continue to gush out of you, each slap bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

“Feel good? You love it don’t you? Love the pain so much that a couple of slaps on your needy cunt gets you going. Fucking slut.” Lloyd grunted, not stopping his assault on your pussy.

You pursed your lips to stop yourself from getting even louder. Your thighs were shaking and you could feel your clit getting overstimulated. No matter how much you wanted to close your legs, Lloyd’s thighs were keeping them open as you straddled him.

Lloyd looked down and chuckled at the mess you were making on his pants. His crotch was absolutely soaked with your juices.

“L-lloyd…” you sputtered, “‘m gonna cum…” you hoarsely said.

Lloyd slapped your cunt harder, “Should I make you cum?” He teased.

“P-please…” you choked out.

Lloyd pretended to think for a brief moment before he shrugged, “You know what? I’ll let you cum, go on. Fucking cum on my fingers.” He said and slipped two digits into your cunt with no warning.

The single penetration alone was enough to send you over the edge. You let out a shaky moan as you came, coating Lloyd’s fingers with your cream as your body stilled and allowed your orgasm to take over.

You briefly saw stars when you came, your vision blurring a bit from the way Lloyd was choking you the entire time.

“Atta girl.” Lloyd praised again, helping you get off from him only to push you down on the bed on your back.

Lloyd quickly undressed, releasing his cock from the confines of his boxers. It was swollen, the head almost purple in color from how hard he was. His veins were straining against his shaft— such a sight was enough to make your mouth water.

Lloyd stroked his cock as he kneeled on the bed, eyes trained on your glistening pussy.

“I don’t know what the fuck got you so needy, but I’m loving this, sweetheart.” He said, taking your hips in his strong hands before lifting them high enough for him to get a lick of your cunt.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull when Lloyd flattened his tongue against your folds, moaning at your taste. He scooped out the cream that was seeping out of your hole with his tongue, humming before taking your clit into his mouth.

The movements of his tongue against your sensitive nub and the way his mustache was scratching your skin felt like heaven. The contrast of each sensation was enough to spur you even more.

“Want your cock inside of me, Lloyd…” you whined.

Lloyd gave your cunt one last lick before he gently placed your hips back down on the bed, “Do you now, kitten?” He asked and began tapping the head of his cock on your clit.

You moaned and lifted your hips up to feel more. Lloyd chuckled darkly and slapped your breast, “Go on, put it in. Do all the work if you’re so desperate for my cock.” He said.

You didn’t need to be told twice, you hurriedly reached for Lloyd’s cock and jerked it a couple of times before aligning it to your entrance.

Lloyd bent down and gripped the sheets as he watched your dainty hand slowly push his dick into your pussy. You were so wet that even with his size, his cock easily slid inside of you.

The both of you let out a gasp in unison, eyes never leaving each other’s even when you started moving your hips. Up, down, up, down, up, down.

Lloyd let out a groan when you reached for his broad shoulders, letting your nails dig deep into his skin as support.

“Go on, fuck yourself on my dick.” Lloyd said, biting his lip as he watched you get drunk on his cock.

Your moans grew louder and your movements faster as your desperation took over. You were moving your hips so fast, the bed sheet was starting to come loose from your rough movements.

Planting your feet on the bed gave you a more stable position, allowing you to easily fuck yourself on Lloyd’s throbbing cock while he remained still, watching you with a smug smirk on his beautiful face.

God, he loved you like that— you were like a woman possessed, so fucking needy for him and him alone. If that didn’t boost his ego to the max, you didn’t know what else would.

Lloyd’s brows furrowed when you clenched around his dick, he moaned out loud before chuckling.

“Look at you, you look like a bitch in heat. I love it.” He said, grinning and exposing his pearly whites at you.

Lloyd closed his eyes and threw his head back, exposing his throat. You took it as an opportunity to sit up and suck on his neck, swirling your tongue before nipping at the skin.

You were humbled so quickly when Lloyd slapped your face, “What did I say about marking me, sunshine? That’s a fuckin’ no no.” He threatened through gritted teeth.

You winced at the sting of his slap, your hips slowing down a bit while you recovered. You licked at your bottom lip and was immediately welcomed by the tangy taste of your blood.

“Do it again.” You said, fluttering your eyelashes at Lloyd.

He seemed taken aback at first, but he had to admit, he was impressed. Lloyd hummed before slapping you again, making your busted lip bleed even more. Before you could even lick at it, Lloyd had beaten you to it when he bent down to kiss you roughly.

He moaned into your mouth as he brought his body down to press against yours. Then, finally, he began to actually fuck you.

The closeness lasted for mere seconds before Lloyd straightened up. Grabbing onto your hips, he slightly lifted your ass off from the bed so he could properly angle his hips in a way that his cock would hit your sweet spot with each thrust.

Lloyd focused his gaze on your cunt, watching it gape each time he slid his cock into you until he was balls deep. You were so wet that your cream was forming a ring around the base of his shaft, the sight made Lloyd harder.

“Gonna fill this pussy up with my cum and you’re gonna take every single drop.” Lloyd groaned and fucked you harder and faster, like your lungs was getting punched with every thrust.

Lloyd slapped your breast again before pinching your nipple, twisting it with his fingers the same time he gave one particular thrust that had turned your vision into white.

Your surroundings blurred out and you were deafened by a loud ringing noise when you came hard. You couldn’t focus on anything else but the way your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. The pleasure ran all the way from your core down to your limbs and fingertips— it almost felt like electricity coursed through your veins.

It was Lloyd’s breathy grunts that brought you back, followed by the warm feeling of his release painting your walls.

Your walls fluttered against his pulsating cock, milking him dry until you felt him soften inside of you. Lloyd’s hand was on your throat, holding you loosely as he pulled out from your abused cunt.

Lloyd sat back on his haunches, his muscular chest rising heavily as he caught on his breath. His hand kept your legs open, caressing your skin before gently running his thumb down your slit.

You whimpered and threw an arm over your eyes, calling out his name weakly.

“Pussy’s all puffy for me, fuckin’ slut.” Lloyd laughed, slapping your thigh before he got up from the bed.

“Where are you going?” You managed to croak out when you heard Lloyd moving around the room.

When you lifted your head up, he was already closing the drawer right across the bed.

He turned to you with a grin as he twirled around a knife— his favorite pocket knife.

Steven was gentle with you, even with how he kissed you. However, you could feel that he was holding back and well, you were definitely up to help him out with that.

As you kissed him fervently, you slid your hand from his jaw down to his chest, toying with the button of his crumpled button-down shirt. As soon as you popped it open, you slowly slipped your hand inside which emitted a soft groan from Steven.

You pulled back just enough to sit closer to him, placing a leg over his as you claimed his mouth once more but this time, sliding your tongue in to get a taste of him.

Steven’s breathing accelerated, grunting a bit when he felt your fingers play with the smatter of dark hair on his chest.

The longer you kissed him, the more he had gained confidence it seemed. He was now returning the kiss with as much passion, even using his tongue to tease yours the way you would. Thinking that it was time to slightly level up, you slid your knee higher until it touched his crotch.

A moan reverberated from Steven’s chest the moment your knee moved, teasing the growing bulge beneath his pants. You pulled away from his mouth, chuckling breathily when Steven’s head followed and tried to catch up with you but you shut him up when you kissed his jaw instead.

“This feel good?” You whispered, licking your way down to the side of his neck all the while you were grinding down on the side of his leg.

Steven only nodded his head, his mouth agape as you continued to kiss his neck. Slowly, the hand on his chest travelled lower until you palmed his erection.

Suddenly, Steven removed your hand and hopped out of your couch in a state of panic. You straightened up and looked at him with concern.

“What’s wrong?” You asked.

Steven paced back and forth in front of you, rubbing his face with both of his hands before letting out a deep breath.

“I didn’t think you would, you know…explore what’s down there.” He chuckled awkwardly.

You frowned in confusion, “I thought it was clear that we were going there…” you said.

Steven blinked, “Going…where?” He asked.

You gave him a look, “Don’t you want to have sex with me?”

Steven’s jaw dropped at your question, “I— of course…I’m sorry, did you want to have sex…with lil’ ol’ me?” He asked in disbelief with a dry laugh.

You let out a scoff as you stood up, “Why do you sound so surprised?” You asked, standing in front of Steven.

Steven made a face, “I’m Steven Grant. I’m a gift shopist who can’t seem to do my job for god’s sake. And it’s me you want to…shag?”

You gave him an endearing look, “Why do you think I agreed to go out on a date with you, invite you over and kiss you? Did you think I was encouraging a visit from the pope dressed like this?” You asked, motioning towards your slightly skimpy and revealing outfit.

Steven looked you down with dark eyes before meeting your gaze once more, “I’m sorry, I just…I’m afraid that I might not…I’m…” he stammered, scratching his temple as he tried to explain.

After a couple of tries, Steven seemed to have given up and told you the truth.

“I’m a bloody virgin.”

It wasn’t really surprising to you but you weren’t judging. If any, you felt bad that Steven seemed to be ashamed of it. Your lack of response worried Steven, his expression changed into worry and then regret in mere seconds.

“I don’t care if you’re a virgin, Steven. It doesn’t matter.” You reassured, taking his hand in yours.

“Come with me.”

-

The sound that spilled out of Steve’s mouth when you first wrapped your lips around the tip of his cock was unexplainable, but damn did it arouse the fuck out of you.

Seated on the foot of your bed, his legs wide open with his pants and boxers pooling at his ankles, Steven threw his head back as you continued your ministrations.

You started out with just sucking on the head while you gently squeezed on the base. Your other hand fondled his balls, and that emitted a needy whimper from Steven.

When you looked up at him, you were met by his neck, his head still thrown back from pleasure. His Adam’s apple bobbed with each sharp inhale he took. And his hands were firmly planted on your mattress for support.

You swirled your tongue on the underside of Steven’s cock before fully taking in his length in your mouth. You could feel his knees tremble as you sucked him, hollowing your cheeks as you pulled back, lightly letting your teeth graze his hard cock.

“Bloody hell—“ Steven choked on a groan, looking down at you in between his legs.

Opening your eyes, you looked up at him as well before sliding down again until your nose was buried in the scraggly patch of hair below his abdomen. You swallowed, your throat constricting around his cock that sent him sputtering on his words yet again.

“Jesus, Mary and Joseph…my god.” Steven grunted out loud.

His reaction was amusing and so you sped up your pace and bobbed your head up and down while twisting both of your hands around his shaft.

Steven’s cock was quite girthy, tanned in shade with the head a mix of red and purple from how hard he was. You could feel his veins pulsate each time you flattened your tongue against it.

Needy whimpers continued to escape from Steven’s glistening lips while his legs began to shake. You looked at his face above and smirked at the sight— his face and neck were sweaty, his hair damp and sticking against his forehead and his brows furrowed.

He opened his eyes and gazed down at you with a pleading look, “I don’t think I’m going to last, I apologize.”

Even in the middle of getting a blowjob, Steven remained polite. You couldn’t help but chuckle when you pulled away, moaning when a string of pre-cum stuck onto your lower lip.

“I don’t want you to.” You simply said and Steven’s eyes rolled to the back of his head at the sight of you like that, lips swollen and tainted with his pre-cum.

Without prior warning, you sucked his cock with a new vigor, twisting your wrist every now and then for added pleasure. Steven’s moans were close to wanton and his hips started lifting up from the bed.

“Jesus christ!” He huffed out, cradling the back of your head as you continued to suck the life out of him.

His face scrunched in pleasure as he watched your lips stretch around his cock. He whimpered when you swirled your tongue around the head, only to slide back down until his cock hit the back of your throat.

Steven’s knuckles turned white as he gripped the sheets beneath him, his hips unable to stop moving to meet the movement of your head. His abdomen tightened and his legs stiffened as he came with a loud and shaky moan that made a new wave of wetness gush out of your aching cunt.

He spilled his release inside of your mouth, trying to push you back but you were eager to taste all of Steven. You stayed in between his legs and swallowed all that he had to offer, ignoring the cum that escaped from the sides of your mouth.

While Steven was busy recovering from the mind blowing orgasm, you took it as a chance to remove your damp underwear. You quickly straddled Steven on the bed and took his hand, bringing it up to your lips before pressing a wet kiss on each finger.

“I want to feel you, Steven.” You said, keeping eye-contact as you sucked on two of his fingers.

Steven’s mouth dropped yet again, his eyes lidded with both amazement and lust as he watched you bring his hand down underneath your dress.

You gasped when you placed Steven’s fingers against your folds, your hips rolling as you rubbed yourself against his digits.

Steven’s eyelids fluttered, he swallowed hard and looked up at you with doe eyes that gave your stomach butterflies, “Oh my god, you’re so soft and—“

“Wet?” You chuckled, kissing his neck before taking his earlobe in between your teeth, tugging at it before whispering, “And it’s all for you.”

Steven moaned again and finally moved his fingers, sliding up and down your wet folds as he relished in the feeling of your wetness, “God, you’re just gorgeous.” He breathed out.

You let out a shaky sigh as Steven continued to toy with your weeping pussy, finally inserting his middle finger. He moaned at the tightness before wrapping his other arm around your waist, securing you in place.

You unzipped your dress and slid the straps down, freeing your arms so you can pull it down to reveal your bare breasts. Steven looked hypnotized when he saw your breasts, like he was in a trance and simply couldn’t look away.

He looked up at you and licked his lips, “May..I?” He asked, voice soft and breathy as he stared at your breasts.

You smiled and kissed him, letting him taste himself in your mouth before whispering again, “Do anything you want to me, Steven. I’m yours.”

It was all the reassurance that Steven needed, he bent down to lick at your nipple. The gasp seemed to spur him on and he continued to lap at your breast, experimenting with licking and sucking to see how you’d react.

You tangled your fingers into Steven’s hair when he added another finger into your pussy, slowly pumping it in and out while licking your nipple. His other hand moved to squeeze your other breast, his breathing becoming erratic with each moan he was able to pull out from you.

You reached down and felt how hard Steven’s cock had gotten, he hissed when you pumped it a couple of times before you got off of him, only to get rid of all of his clothes followed by your own.

Steven laid down on the bed and moved upwards to give you more space, lifting his head up, he watched you return to your position above him, straddling his hips.

You bent down to press a chaste kiss on his lips before asking, “Are you sure about this? You can always say no if—“

“I’ve been waiting for this my whole life.” Steve said.

You could tell that he was nervous, judging from his breathing and the way his body was so still on the bed. You smiled at him before kissing him again, reaching in between your bodies for his cock to align it to your entrance.

You pulled away just enough to be able to look at Steven’s eyes but kept your lips pressed against his. Slowly, you sunk down on his cock and swallowed the gasp that he let out.

Steven’s hands automatically gripped your hips, his nails digging into your skin as you continued to slide down until he was fully sheathed in your warmth.

“God, you’re bloody tight.” He breathed out, clenching his jaw at the slight movement you made.

You let out a shaky sigh and pressed your forehead against Steven’s shoulder, “You’re big, could feel you stretching me out…” you whined, wiggling your hips.

You started out slow, lifting your hips up until only the head was inside before sliding back down at the same pace. Steven stretched his neck, his head thrown back and eyes closed each time you repeated the movement.

As soon as you’d gotten used to his girth, you started riding him faster, placing a hand on the middle of his chest as leverage.

Steven’s moans were growing louder and louder each time you slammed back down on his cock, his hands finally relaxing and moving upwards to fondle your breasts.

“Just like that, Steven…” you moaned, grinding down on his cock as he twirled your pebbled nipples in between his fingers.

You opened your eyes and watched Steven, he always looked at you with awe— like you were the prettiest thing he’d ever seen.

Wanting to give Steven the ride of his life, you reversed your position and faced the foot of your bed. Kneeling down with your to Steven, you reached down and slid his cock inside of your wet cunt again.

You bent down on your elbows for support, the new position allowing Steven to see your ass in full display, as well as the way your pussy swallowed his cock every time you bounced up and down.

Unable to help himself, he squeezed your ass before spreading your cheeks open for him to see your pussy in full display.

“Oh god, you’re gonna be the death of me, darling.” He said, holding your hips to guide you.

You whimpered, wiggling your hips, “Steven, need you to fuck me harder.” You pleaded.

Steven slowed down, “I don’t want to hurt you.” He said.

You shook your head, pressing your cheek against the sheets, “You’re not gonna hurt me, Steven. Please?” You whimpered, sliding a hand between your legs to toy with your clit.

Steven lifted his head up and hesitantly lifted his hips up, trying his best to give you what you wanted. However, he still wasn’t confident enough whether he'd be able to satisfy you.

He was about to say something when he caught sight of his reflection on the mirror on top of your dresser.

Steven, she said she wants it harder. That’s not it.

Of all the times that Marc could show up, it really just had to be now, in the middle of love-making?! Ignoring him, Steven continued to thrust his hips.

“Harder, Steven…” you whined.

Marc grunted and before Steven could even notice, he had already taken over the body and started pistoling his hips harder and faster.

A loud moan resounded in the room, followed by you protesting when Marc flipped you on your back and placed both the back of your knees over his shoulders. You squealed in surprise when he finally fucked you the way you wanted, your eyes fluttering shut from the intense pleasure that coursed through your veins.

The next thing Steven knew, he was back and watching you trembled beneath him as his hips moved on its own.

And that is how you fuck. You’re welcome.

Steven chose to ignore Marc and as much as he hated his guts, he was quite thankful for the little help.

“Steven…” you called out, clawing his back as you kissed him.

“Want you to cum first…” you said, clenching your cunt around his cock.

Steven’s brows furrowed as he continued to pound into you, his balls tightening and cock pulsing as he neared his release.

You wrapped a hand on the back of his neck and kissed him again, “C’mon, cum for me, Steven. Wanna feel you fill me up to the brim. Go on, cum for me, love.” You said, licking Steven’s lips before squeezing your pussy around his cock.

The veins on Steven’s neck bulged out and with one final thrust, he came with a loud groan falling from his lips. His eyes rolled back and his entire body stilled as ropes of his cum flooded your channel and brought you to your own release.

You chanted Steven’s name as you came, your hips violently rolling against his as you rode waves and waves of your orgasm until you were both spent.

Steven went limp and caged your sweaty body with his, letting his full weight crush you beneath him.

A couple of breaths later, you let out a chuckle, “You’re squeezing me, love.”

“Oh my, I’m sorry.” Steven apologized and rolled over onto his back, heavily panting.

“How was it?” You nervously asked, turning your head to him, “How was your first time?”

Steven blinked, beaming as he faced you, “It was magnificent.”

You laughed and cuddled onto his side, sighing and lazily drawing patterns on his chest, “You’re magnificent.” You told him.

-

The sunlight was blinding when you woke up; judging by the shadows it casted around your room, it was probably close to noon.

Memories from last night flooded your brain but as soon as you turned on the bed, you were met with an empty, cold spot.

“Steven?” You softly uttered, worry etched all over your face.

He must have been overwhelmed by last night, you thought. You were worried that he might have regretted it, you sure as hell didn’t. Letting out a sad sigh, you got up and put on a clean shirt before walking out.

And there he was, Steven, standing in your kitchen.

He quickly sensed your presence and turned to you with a huge smile on his face. He quickly put down the pan and approached you.

“Morning, love— well, afternoon, I guess.” He said before kissing your lips.

“Thought you left.” You admitted, wrapping your arms around his waist.

Steven shook his head, “I’d be a fool to leave my woman starving after last night’s extracurricular activities.” He stated.

You lifted a brow. “Your…woman?” You asked.

Steven’s face fell and he quickly began apologizing, “I’m sorry, I think losing my virginity gave me an excess boost of confidence and—“

You shut him up with a kiss, “I like it.” You admitted, biting your lip.

“Oh.” Steven said, quickly regaining his relaxed and confident demeanor back, “Then I think my woman is gonna love what I cooked for her.”

Letting out a shaky breath, you shook your head in protest. You couldn’t even let out a single word, not even a whisper. It was like you’d lost the ability to speak, as if your body had already given up on you.

“Not quite the talker aren’t we?” Lloyd asked, lifting your chin up to meet his gaze.

You saw how his eyes moved, like he was memorizing your every feature. Lloyd’s pupils dilated when he stared at your lips— his devilish grin was enough to let you know what he had in mind.

“Can’t wait to hear how loud you can get when I get my cock up in this pussy, bet it’s real tight down there.” Lloyd said, cupping your mound and pressing his palm hard against your clit making you stumble backwards

Unable to hold back, you spit right onto Lloyd’s face and cursed him, “Don’t you fucking put your hands on me again!”

Lloyd scoffed, wiping your spit from his eye before letting out a dark chuckle, “Didn’t know you got a mouth on you,” he said and roughly grabbed your face.

You grunted when Lloyd pulled your face closer to his, his large hand squeezing your jaw tightly, forcing your mouth to open.

“Let’s put that mouth to good use, shall we?” He said before spitting on you and then tugging you with him towards a chair.

Lloyd pushed you down on your knees and was quick to aim his gun at your forehead as warning, “C’mon, be a good girl for me and stay on your knees.” He said and sat on the chair.

Still refusing to let your tears fall, you blinked and glared up at Lloyd as he smiled down at you. He made himself comfortable on the chair, leaning back against it while opening his legs wide.

“You’re a piece of shit.” You said.

Lloyd merely chuckled, scratching his temple with the barrel of his gun, “Your father is a piece of shit. All he had to do was give up the drive but he didn’t. Even with you here, he still doesn’t want to give it to me. Daddy’s gotta sort out his priorities, don’t you think?” He asked.

“He’ll figure something out.” You said.

You hated how your voice wavered, it was something that Lloyd easily caught on and he used it to his advantage. Truth was, you were hurt that your father chose to protect a goddamn drive instead of his own daughter.

“Well, he gotta figure something out real fast because I’ve got a whole lotta stuff planned out for ya.” Lloyd said with a devilish grin as he started pulling down the zipper of his pants without breaking his eye contact with you.

Your lips quivered as you watched Lloyd pull his cock out from the confines of his pants. He was half-hard and yet you already knew he was girthy.

“Well? It’s not gonna suck itself, Buttercup.” Lloyd teased, motioning towards his dick.

Shaking your head, you closed your eyes and finally let your tears fall. Pursing your lips, you tried to hold back from sobbing out loud.

Lloyd clicked his tongue, “Don’t fucking cry on me now, sunshine. You take care of me and I take care of you, understand?” He asked.

“I don’t want to.” You managed to whisper.

Lloyd made a face, “And I don’t want to blow your brains out and get your blood on my dick.”

When you stayed still, Lloyd aimed his gun at you and placed a finger on the trigger, “Don’t make me ask twice.” He warned, pressing the tip of the barrel against your forehead.

You shook your head again, “Please…don’t…” you cried.

Lloyd let out a frustrated sigh before tipping your chin up with his gun, “Change of rules, sweetheart. How ‘bout you be a good daughter instead, do as I say and keep your father alive? I’ve got eyes and ears all around, one word from me and your old man’s a goner.” He threatened, narrowing his eyes at you.

Lloyd slowly relaxed on the chair and lifted his eyebrows at you, “Well?” He asked, motioning towards his cock.

With a shaky breath, you walked on your knees closer to Lloyd until you were in between his thighs. When you looked up at him, he was smirking victoriously and god, did you want to smack that smug grin off of his face.

“Start slow.” Lloyd said.

Carefully, you bent down and gave his dick a quick lick. He sighed and chuckled, “That’s it, sunshine.” He coaxed.

Your hands balled into fists behind your back, your nails were digging deeply into your palms as you continued licking Lloyd’s shaft until it fully hardened beneath your tongue.

Lloyd threw his head back when you took the tip into his mouth, gently sucking before releasing it with a soft pop.

“You can do better than that. Go on, don’t be shy. My cock’s all yours.” Lloyd teased, lifting his gun as a warning.

You were too far gone at that point. Either you do something stupid and get both you and your father killed, or you get the task over with and figure shit out later on.

You knew you had to do the latter.

“Suck harder.” Lloyd demanded when you took half of his length into your mouth, your jaw hurting from the way his girth was stretching you out.

You did as you were told and started bobbing your head up and down at a slow pace. Lloyd’s cock was too big for you to completely take in, drool was starting to seep out from the corners of your mouth as you continued sucking him.

Lloyd hissed and thrusted his hips upwards when your teeth slightly scraped his shaft, “Oh fuck, getting feisty now, are we?” He said.

He kept on canting his hips upwards, hitting the back of your throat continuously making you gag on his cock. A mixture of your spit and Lloyd’s pre-cum began to dribble down your chin and onto the marble floor.

You pulled back and gasped for air but Lloyd had other plans for you.

“Oh, I didn’t say you could take a break.” He said before grabbing your head and pulling you back down to his cock.

He fucked your mouth mercilessly, ignoring how you were chocking on his cock each time he slammed your head down until your nose was pressed against the scraggly patch of hair below his abdomen. Tears tainted your cheeks, your nails against your palm drawing blood from how hard your hands were balled into fists.

Lloyd’s groans echoed in the large room, joining the obscene and wet sound of his dick sliding in and out of your abused mouth.

You choked on your sobs as Lloyd showed you no mercy. He treated you like a fuck toy, ignoring your cries of protests as your lungs started to burn from the lack of oxygen.

“Wonder how daddy’s gonna feel ‘bout his daughter taking my cock like a champ to keep him alive.” Lloyd grunted, keeping your head in place and watching you struggle to stay in the same place.

Lloyd finally released your head and pulled you away from his throbbing cock. Your eyes were bloodshot, lips swollen and mouth a mess as you gasped for air.

“Open your mouth, stick your tongue out.” Lloyd said as he stood up from his chair.

He towered over you and started slapping his dick against your tongue, “You’re gonna take everything I give you, you hear me?” He asked and pointed his gun at you again.

You nodded desperately, blinking your tears away. Lloyd grinned before slipping his cock back into your mouth, fucking you hard and fast until he was blabbering curse words here and there.

“Shit, fuck!” Lloyd hissed and thrusted his hips one last time before he came.

His cum was quick to slide down your throat, making you sputter around his cock as you tried your best to swallow everything.

Lloyd threw his head back for a brief moment before looking down at you, watching you with amusement as you sucked his dick dry until he was limp.

“That’s a good girl, Buttercup.” Lloyd praised as he pulled his pants up and fixed himself, leaving you kneeling on the ground.

Your chest rose heavily with each deep inhale you took. You were debauched, used and abused until all hope in you dissipated into the thin air. Falling back to sit on the ground, you silently let the remainder of your tears fall.

Lloyd approached you and grabbed you by the arm, pulling you up to your feet. He fixed your hair and ran the tip of his gun along your bottom lip.

“I’d fuck you raw, but I got a job to do.” Lloyd said before playfully pinching your cheek.

You glared at him as he headed towards the door with a bounce in his steps. He was about to open it until he turned around to face you, as if he had forgotten something.

Your curiosity for Steven though became a bit difficult to control and soon spiraled into something more— fantasies.

Does Steven kiss differently than Marc? Was he more gentle, perhaps shy with his approach? How was he in bed? Would he be capable of being just as rough as Marc? Was he vocal? Does he curse as much as Marc whenever you’d take him into your mou—

“Baby?”

You looked up from your book— not that you were reading it anyway— and saw Marc standing by the doorway of your bedroom. His brows were furrowed as he stared at you.

You cleared your throat, “Hi, what’s up?” You asked with a smile.

Marc returned your smile but his eyes remained the same, full of wonder. “I could ask you the same thing, you’re gripping your book a little too tight.” He said, motioning his head towards your hands.

True enough, your knuckles were almost white from how hard you were holding onto your book. You nervously chuckled as you closed it, relaxing your entire body and letting go of your thoughts about Steven.

“Got a bit carried away, the chapter I’m on is quite stressful to read.” You lied, biting down on your lip.

Marc nodded before looking at you from head to toe. He tilted his head as soon as his eyes went back to yours, “I think I know how to get all that stress out of you.”

The roughness in Marc’s voice sent shivers down your spine, you slowly got up from the couch and approached him, “Yeah? Tell me about it.” You said, standing on your tiptoes to press a soft kiss on his chin.

Marc smirked, sliding both his hands behind you to squeeze your ass before landing a hard smack on it, making you yelp in surprise.

“Can’t tell you, but I can definitely show you.”

-

Thoughts about Steven no longer lingered in the back of your mind, in fact, it was close to impossible to even think of anything. Not when Marc was fucking you so good from behind.

You could barely stand on your feet as you were bent over the foot of the bed, fingers gripping the sheets tightly in order to hold yourself up.

“Oh god, Marc…don’t stop…” you mewled, mouth agape as your moans uncontrollably spilled out.

Marc tightened his grip on your waist before letting one hand grab a fistful of your hair, yanking you upright. His sweaty chest was pressed against your back as he continued to thrust into you while his lips latched onto your neck to suck and nip.

“You like it when I fuck you like this?” He grunted into your ear as he wrapped one arm around your hips while the other reached for your neck, securing you close to his body.

You hummed in response, eyes barely opening from how good his cock felt inside of you.

“Tell me how you like to be fucked.” Marc said.

You clawed at his forearm wrapped around your body and he slightly loosened his grip on your throat to let you speak, “Rough…want it rough…” you choked out.

Marc twisted a nipple before slapping your breast, the speed of his thrusts unforgiving as he brought you closer and closer to the edge.

“Sit on the bed, open your legs. I want to taste this pussy.” Marc said, swiftly pulling his throbbing cock out from your cunt.

You whined at the emptiness you felt but sat on the edge of the bed, leaning on back on your elbows for support as you opened your legs wide.

Marc’s eyes went straight to your cunt while fisting his glistening cock. You loved it whenever his eyes looked like that— glassy and lidded with carnal desire. He continued to jerk his cock a few more times before kneeling in front of you, licking his lips at the sight of your dripping pussy.

He didn’t waste his time and licked a fat stripe against your cunt. You threw your head back and moaned out Marc’s name as he went in for another lick before wrapping his lips around your sensitive bud.

Your toes curled and your fingers found purchase in Marc’s hair, tugging on the roots as he flicked his tongue in quick but hard strokes.

He was grunting and groaning against your pussy, making obscene noises as he ate you out until your thighs trembled. Each time Marc could sense you getting close, he would pull back and roughly kiss you until you were squirming for more.

Marc wasn’t one to make you cum multiple times, he preferred edging you and teasing you until you were crying for release. That being said, your orgasms with him were always intense and mind-numbing, sometimes to the point of passing out.

“God, baby…your pussy tastes so good. Fuckin’ love your cream and scent, want it all over me.” Marc growled and spread your lips with his fingers before diving back in.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head the same time you fully laid down on the bed, back arching and hips grinding against Marc’s mouth. Your grip on his locks tightened, pulling his head closer to your cunt.

When you were nearing the edge yet again, Marc pulled back but only to lower his head until you felt his hot breath fanning against your puckered hole.

Marc chuckled when you stiffened, “Look at this pretty asshole, all puckered up for me.” He praised, pushing your thighs back to get a better view of your ass.

“Marc, what are you—“

“Can I lick your ass, baby?” Marc cut you off, his voice breathy and tone sweet and gentle but dripping with desire.

The two of you may have gotten rough and kinky, but anal play was something that was never explored nor brought up. You weren’t sure whether you were comfortable to try it out, but the way Marc was looking up at you with those eyes? How the hell were you going to say no?

A slight nod was all that Marc needed from you before leaning forward to lick your asshole. You keened at the new sensation, it was odd but pleasurable.

Marc exhaled through his nose before growling, “Fuck, so good.” He said before licking your hole again, this time flicking just the tip of his tongue in a swift pace.

You pulled your thighs higher while keeping your legs bent at the knees and Marc took it as an opportunity to prod your asshole with his tongue.

“Oh my god, Marc…fuck!” You moaned out loud when he pressed his face further in between your cheeks, his nose bumping your clit just right.

Your toes curled and your body shuddered from immense pleasure; you could feel the sheets stick against your sweaty back as you writhed on the bed.

Lifting your head up, you were instantly met with Marc’s eyes as he pushed his face further into your cunt and ass, almost as if depriving himself of oxygen.

His face and neck were flushed, bullets of sweat trickling down from his forehead— he was fucking famished and you were his meal.

Marc was grunting, his nose still pressed against your cunt as he ate out your ass with a vigor that had you clenching. His eyes rolled to the back of his head before he finally pulled away, gasping for air before spitting on your asshole.

Before you could even say anything, Marc prodded your hole with his finger. You whimpered at the sudden intrusion, it wasn’t painful nor uncomfortable though.

“Relax, baby.” Marc coaxed, pumping just the tip of his finger in and out of your hole.

You swallowed and nodded, bringing your hands to squeeze your breast. Marc continued prodding your hole until he felt you relax further. He then pushed his finger deeper until he was knuckle deep.

You let out a breathy sigh, squirming and wriggling your hips. Still, it wasn’t painful even after Marc began to speed up his pace. Truth was, you were starting to feel some pleasure build up within you.

Marc removed his finger to gather the wetness dripping out of your pussy, smearing it down to your asshole before fingering you again. This time, he carefully added another finger.

“Feels good, yeah?” He asked.

With your brows furrowed and eyes half-open, you uttered a small, breathy “yes”. You could feel your asshole getting stretched, wincing at the slight sting you were starting to feel.

“Marc…” you called out, reaching down to grab at his wrist, stopping him from his movements.

“Shh, baby…it’s okay. You trust me?” Marc asked, cradling your face with one hand.

You nodded again and tried to relax. Marc swiped his thumb along your lower lip, “I’m gonna fuck your ass, make it feel really good for you. You gonna let me do that? Huh, baby?” He asked again.

Marc didn’t wait for an answer and instead, pulled his fingers out from your ass before lining up his cock. He noticed your body freeze so he distracted you by thumbing your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as he slowly pushed the head of his dick into your asshole.

Your jaw went slack at the stretch, eyes watering from a mixture of pleasure and pain. Marc shushed you and and continued to rub your clit, sliding his thumb down to slip it into your pussy.

“That’s my good girl, you’re taking my cock so well. Fuck…looks so good inside your ass.” Marc grunted, pushing his cock further and further until he was fully sheathed.

You’d never felt so full before, like you were filled up to the brim. Marc continued to rub your pussy, helping you to take your mind off from the slight discomfort of having his thick cock inside of your ass

“Fuuuck, baby…” Marc groaned as he fully pulled his cock out of you, watching your asshole gape at the emptiness.

You arched your back and moaned out loud when he slipped back in, this time with a rougher thrust. The line between pleasure and pain slowly becoming a blur with every cant of his hips.

One hard pound had you clinging onto Marc’s forearms, “Fuck…Marc…” you whimpered.

Marc continued to fuck your ass, his hand moving to press your neck down onto the mattress. He watched your tits bounce and god, seeing your pussy get wetter and wetter? It almost sent him to the edge.

You started rubbing your clit when you felt like his cock in your ass wasn’t enough, surprisingly, Marc allowed you to touch yourself.

The relief only lasted for a short while because Marc suddenly stopped pounding your ass and slapped your hand away from your clit.

“You’re a greedy girl, aren’t you?” He asked, bending down to bite your lower lip until it bled.

He kept his hand wrapped around your throat, tightening its grip as he licked the blood from the corner of your lips.

“You thought I didn’t know about you and your fantasies about Steven?” He hissed.

Your eyes widened at Marc’s revelation, “I’m s-sorry…” you choked out, holding onto his wrist.

Marc snickered, “Are you really?” He asked, narrowing his eyes at you, “Seems like you really want to fuck Steven, been dreaming a lot about him lately.” He said.

Fuck.

You thought they were just dreams, the harmless ones that made you wake up bathed in sweat with a familiar throb in between your legs. You didn’t expect that you might have moaned out Steven’s name in your sleep.

“Oh baby, you could have asked me. I might actually consider letting Steven have you.” Marc said, letting your neck go before straightening up.

Marc chuckled as he walked over to the bedside table, opening the drawer as he turned to you. You were speechless, eyes full of regret and fear as you laid there panting.

“You should have just asked.” Marc shrugged, “But you didn’t and it makes me think that you’re just a greedy whore.”

What Marc pulled out from the drawer made you gasp— it was a dildo that looked exactly like his cock. Your eyes were wide as you watched him walk back to the foot of the bed.

He grabbed your knee and spread your legs wider before sliding his cock back into your asshole.

“Marc, what—“

“So now you’re gonna know what it’s like to take the both of us.” Marc cut you off with a rough thrust, grunting at the tightness of your ass.

Your whimpers died on your tongue when Marc started sliding the dildo up and down your folds, teasing your weeping pussy while fucking your ass in a steady rhythm.

Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes when Marc slowly slipped the tip of the dildo into your cunt. You let out a shaky breath at the sensation of having both your pussy and ass penetrated at the same time.

“You know how much I fucking hate sharing.” Marc hissed, scrunching his nose when you clenched around his cock.

“Do I not satisfy you enough that you had to fantasize about Steven fucking this pussy?” He growled, fully shoving the dildo into your cunt.

You let out a string of curses, your voice loud and strained from all the moaning. Drool started to seep out from the corners of your mouth. Your mind was hazy and your body was buzzing from the overstimulation. You felt like you were on fire, like you were on the verge of exploding.

It was hard to focus on anything else but the way Marc was fucking both of your holes.

“Baby, if you want more from me all you need is to tell me and I’m gonna fucking give it to you.” Marc said, gritting his teeth.

You nodded eagerly, arching your back as you held onto the sheets, “Marc, please. Please I’m so close!” You cried out.

Marc exhaled through his nose and sped up his thrusts. He was fucking your pussy with the dildo so hard that your wetness was starting to spatter all over your inner thighs.

“Goddamn look at you…fuck, greedy whore. So fucking ruined for me, baby.” Marc moaned, throwing his head back.

Your eyelids fluttered and your mind went blank when Marc swiped his thumb against your clit. One swipe and you were a shaking mess on the bed as you violently came.

The moan you let out was loud and long, your orgasm was so strong that your entire body was shuddering that Marc had to hold your legs in place to stop them from shaking.

You clenched around him tightly, both your pussy and ass pulsating as you came wave after wave after wave. Marc removed the dildo from your cunt and pulled his cock out, fisting it until he spilled his release all over your gaping asshole.

The veins on his neck and right forearm bulged out as he continued to jerk off his cock, pressing the head against your pussy.

“Shit, baby. Gonna fucking cum again.”

Marc clenched his jaw, his nostrils flaring and eyes rolling back as he made himself cum for the second time.

By the time Marc was done, your pussy and ass was covered in his cum. He let out a grunt as he slapped his softening cock on your pussy, smearing his release all over the insides of your thighs.

You were so out of it that you didn’t notice how Marc carefully moved you to the top of the bed, laying your head on the pillow before cleaning you up.

“It’s okay, baby. We’re done.” Marc whispered before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

You hummed and forced your eyes to open, “‘’m sorry…it’s just you.” You apologized.

Marc shushed you, “I know, baby.” He reassured, pushing your hair away from your face before kissing your lips.

He cuddled with you afterwards, hugging you close to his chest while rubbing you back in soothing circles. It took you a couple of minutes to recover and when you did, you looked up at Marc with a cheeky grin on your face.

“If this is what happens when you get jealous, I should dream about Steven more.”

Marc quickly looked down at you, first with a look of disbelief. His expression quickly changed into amusement as he burst out in chuckles.