I almost feel bad about putting him on a sex ban but at this second I don’t give a shit. Lights dance behind my mask, and Dom is as deep as he can go down my throat, making it difficult to breathe. Without warning two fingers slip inside my pussy and hook right on my G-spot with a gentle rub on my walls as Tey’s tongue piercing flickers in rapid succession over my clit before sucking.
Pressure so intense balls up in my stomach as colorful stars burst across my closed eyes, my whole body going taut as I start to come. I moan loudly around Dom, and he quickly slips out of my mouth just as I scream in pleasure. Wetness gushes from between my legs and gathers under me on the desk, making it slippery as I tremble in place.
“Fucking hell. I love it when she squirts,” Tey groans out before lapping at the juices still leaking out of my pussy, and humming in pleasure as I fill his mouth.
“You’re perfect, mama,” Dom pants from above me, massaging my neck and shoulders as he no doubt watches the show.
The feeling of teeth piercing my inner thigh hard enough that I can feel blood gliding towards my hip bone causes me to whimper just as he licks the spot tenderly. I know Nicky probably left another scar on my leg but I’m not mad about it. I’m surprised it wasn’t Tey with his obsession with blood, then again he said he’ll wait until I’m bleeding… the kinky fucker. My periods are so irregular from my birth control that it might be a while before he gets his wish.
The silk tie unwinds and is pulled off, leaving me blinking rapidly up at Dom’s dark eyes staring down at me with admiration. Arms wrapping around under my ass and pulling me closer to the desk edge has me looking down my body to see Logan standing between my spread legs with a glare aimed at Dom.
“I’m not sharing her with you at the same time. You can just fuck off.” Logan’s eyes narrow, the light honey color darkening with his anger as he has a stare off with Dom.
“Over my dead body. Homie, you're in my territory. So how about you fuck off?” Dom replies back, pissed off.
I hold my breath, hating that there's this gap of hatred between them that stems back to their childhood of violence that they had nothing to do with but that’s not going to change overnight. It’s actually a miracle one of them hasn’t pulled a gun on the other yet.
Faster than I can blink, Dom is pointing a Glock at Logan. Well, there goes that thought. Everyone tenses and the air changes with static electricity just before a storm hits. I’m not letting this one good thing in my life slip through my fingers. I’ll go to the extreme to make sure they don’t murder each other.
I eye both of them, noticing not one of them is glancing at me except Tey who is sinking back into the couch with a smirk before winking at me. Dalton and Nicky follow Tey’s example, joining him to watch the shitshow unfold. Guess it’s in my hands to fix this.
I shoot up quickly into a sitting position and grasp Logan’s thick cock to shut him up while I’m getting off on the control I have over him.
“I’ll fucking kill you before you can pull that trigge—” I cut off any reply he was about to say to Dom as I line him up with my pussy and before he can stop me, I inch his big, thick cock inside me.
A sigh of bliss escapes my parted lips as I sink onto him with a roll of my hips. I love how he can’t contain his groan of pleasure, his big hands grasping my hips. I lay flat on my back as he pumps into me, arching my back while reaching behind me for Dom’s wrist. He lets me guide his hand, watching Logan’s cock sliding in and out of me as if mesmerized. I point his gun towards my head at my temple and shift until my head is hanging over the edge of the desk again.
Swirling my tongue around Dom’s cock, he inches back and stares at me as if he’s trying to figure me out. The click of the safety coming off his gun makes my heart race but it doesn’t stop the words spilling out of my mouth.
“More. Please,” I beg, wrapping my legs around Logan’s hips until I’m pressing the heels of my feet against his lower back to urge him to go faster.
Dom watches with that predatory gaze of his, not missing a thing and he lovingly strokes the edge of his gun down my face as my vision becomes fuzzy with the feeling of pleasure running through my veins. I reach for him, grabbing the front of his pants with a whimper of need and letting out a sigh as he steps forward without denying me what I crave. My mouth stretches, already aching around his girth but that doesn’t stop me from sliding my tongue down his cock as I swallow him to the back of my throat.
“Someone just kill me, please. This is the worst torture, my balls are so blue.” Dalton moans like he’s dying, making me feel bad but this is about me for once.
My chest heaves, feeling like the life is being choked out of me by Dom’s cock as I gag around him before remembering to breathe through my nose. Logan grasps my hips, lifting until my ass is off the desk and back arched. The new angle makes my pussy clench tighter around him, fluttering as an orgasm comes closer and closer. I just need a push to fall over straight into euphoria.
“You need more don’t you, baby girl?” Logan states, his voice threatening. “Time for your punishment.”
I can’t respond, but hum around Dom as he roughly fucks my mouth, picking up speed. But I for sure feel the punishment Logan decides to use on me as he wraps an arm behind my lower back and rubs his other hand over my aching pussy, squeezing the flesh between his fingers before his touch disappears. The first slap has me whimpering, surprised that he literally just smacked my pussy, right over my clit.
“Oh fuck yeah. Punish her!” Tey cheers him on by the couch, clapping as Logan slaps me again and again.
I could tell myself that I don’t like what he’s doing, how it hurts, but my body would betray my lies. His cock slides in and out faster, matching Dom’s rough pace to my mouth and there's no mistaking the wet sounds coming from me how much I love this. Gagging, drool slipping from my mouth, and the wet smack Logan lands on my pussy each time echoes around the room.
Dom wraps his fingers under my jaw, pulling my head farther back and completely cutting off my oxygen. His gun digs into the side of my head harder, making it more real that a loaded gun is pointing right at me. It could go off any second.
That thought and Logan sending one more hard smack over my clit with the flat of his palm has my body convulsing on the table. The orgasm destroys me. I gasp for air, feeling like I’m faint but also floating in ecstasy. My hips can’t stop jerking in his grasp as he pulls out of me to watch me squirt again before he’s ramming back inside my pussy once more. I vaguely hear him as I float down from that intense orgasm. He lets out a sharp hiss between his teeth as rope after rope of cum coats my insides.
“Swallow it all down, mama,” Dom grunts out, warning me just as he slides into the back of my throat one more time.
I can feel his cock pulse on my tongue, his salty, musky cum shooting down my throat until I swallow every last drop greedily. He pulls out of my mouth, his chest heaving as he helps me sit up. My jaw and shoulder hurt from the rough angle of hanging upside down, and an ache pulses with my heartbeat on my pussy where I can see how red it is from Logan smacking me.
“Dance half naked in front of men who are not us again, and your punishment will be much worse,” Logan says darkly as he gently moves my sweaty hair off my forehead as I sit there panting for breath.
“Maybe… Maybe I should piss you off more, dearest stepbrother,” I rasp out, my throat sore but in a good way.
“I’m sure I’ll have plenty of time in the near future to schedule you in for another punishment, spoiled stepsister,” Logan teases, a dimple forming in his cheek that hardly ever makes an appearance but makes me melt all the same.
