Page 43 of Broken Pieces
“I’m sorry,” I say roughly, as I swallow the rest of it.
I’m not sure if he’ll be angry that his brother's come is now on his cock, but he doesn’t seem to mind.
In fact, it seems to do the opposite as he starts to thrust his hips even faster. He digs his fingers in hard enough to bruise the tender flesh of my breasts and each time he thrusts up he twists my nipples.
It’s torture.
Incredible, euphoric torture.
He starts to whimper as he nears his own release.
I’ve missed that sound so much. Just knowing that only I do that to him makes me feel so good.
“Open your mouth,” Max orders and I open it wide as he grabs my hair, forcing my head down. I watch as ropes of come shoot out of Maddox’s cock, landing on my tongue and my face.
“Fucking hell,” Maddox sighs. “I was going to coat her tits in it, but that’s way better.”
He stands up and they both tuck themselves away as I try to blink the come from my lashes. There’s a bright flash as one of them takes a photo of me. I couldn’t care less what they do with it, all I want right now is to have my own orgasm.
I rub my thighs together trying to find some release.
“Oh, does the little whore want to come as well?” Maddox croons. “What do you think? Does she deserve it?”
“She did a very good job, even though she did get herself absolutely filthy, all covered in come.” Max nods and I blink up at him, begging with my eyes to give me what I need.
Maddox grabs my hips and positions me onto my knees. There’s less strain on my wrists this way and I manage to flex some life back into my tingling fingers.
Grabbing one side of my panties he tears them off in one brutal action.
“Fuck, these are soaked,” Maddox says as he palms them, before putting them in his pocket. “What do you think? Skirt on or off?”
“She looks cute with it on, but a slut like her must be desperate to show her pussy off to two strangers.” Max grabs my hips, pulling me forwards on my bent knees until I’m stretched out enough for my skirt to lay flat on my stomach as he flips it up. My pussy is spread wide open as he pushes my knees further apart.
“Perfect,” he mumbles.
“Ready to come, little whore?” Maddox asks and I can hear the smirk in his voice.
I nod and beg for it. “Please, make me come.Please.”
I wait for the feel of their fingers, their mouths, maybe even their cocks on my body.
Since I’m tied up with come drying onto my face and breasts, I’m not about to be picky with what I get.
My eyelashes flutter closed as I anticipate their first touch, but shoot back open as something cold and hard touches my pussy instead.
“What the—”
Maddox holds a silver, metallic baseball bat against my pussy, pushing it up so it’s putting breathtaking pressure on my clit. “Ride it, get yourselfoff with the bat. It’s the only way you’ll be coming tonight,” Max says coldly and the reality of what they’re doing hits me.
They want to humiliate and degrade me, but it’s not just for fun. They’re proving a point that what I did still hangs in the air, making them hate me for it.
“If you don’t want to, we could always leave you like this for someone else to find and use. Bet you’d like that wouldn’t you, little whore? Bet you’ve had so many cocks in this pussy,” Maddox sneers as he slides the bat back and forth along my pussy and a wave of shame washes over me as I feel myself dripping around it.
I’ve not been with anyone, but do they really think that’s what I’ve been doing since I left? Rather than feeling an ounce of guilt they think I’ve moved on and I’ve been spending my time fucking random guys. Is that what they’ve been doing? Putting their dicks in other girls?
Maddox kicks my legs open even wider until they strain painfully and he presses the end of the bat to my entrance.
Please, no.I can only think the words as my mind's too blurred with a haze of lust and fear for me to get my mouth to work.