Page 72 of Doomed

I push forward slowly, watching in fascination as her tight little ass swallows my cock. The sight makes me grit my teeth to maintain control.

“Fuck, look at you,” I growl. “Your ass was made for my cock. Taking me so perfectly.”

She moans around Jenson’s shaft, the vibrations making him curse under his breath. I establish a steady rhythm, mesmerized by how her tight hole grips me with each thrust.

“Stretched at both ends—Jenson filling that hungry mouth while I own this perfect ass. My little cock slut.”

I glance down, noticing the puddle forming beneath her. Her arousal drips steadily onto the floor, creating a mess.

“Look how wet your pussy is,” I groan, reaching around to slide my fingers through her folds. “Dripping all over the floor because it needs more, doesn’t it?”

She’s moaning continuously now, the sounds muffled by Jenson’s thrusts but unmistakably wanton. Her entire body shudders with each push of my hips, taking me deeper with every stroke.

“Listen to her,” I tell the others, increasing my pace. “Moaning like a proper whore. And she’s all mine. My fucking whore.”

“Fucking lucky bastard,” Marcus groans, watching as I thrust into Bianca’s tight ass.

I smirk at him. “Damn right I am.”

I slow my pace, leaning forward to brush Bianca’s sweat-dampened hair from her face. “You okay, baby? Need a break?”

Her eyes meet mine, pupils blown wide with arousal. “No... don’t stop,” she gasps.

“You sure? Tell me if it’s too much.” I stroke her flushed cheek, checking her reaction carefully. Her skin is feverish under my touch, her breathing ragged. Every inch of her radiates desire.

“I’m good,” she whispers, pressing her face into my palm. “More... please.”

Fuck, she’s perfect. Her eagerness makes my cock throb inside her tight channel.

I slowly withdraw from her ass, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. “Victor,” I call, not taking my eyes off her. “Help me reposition. I want to lie back with her on top, my cock in her ass.”

Victor nods, moving to assist. Together, we carefully maneuver Bianca as I lie flat on my back on the padded bench. I guide her down onto my cock, feeling her tight hole stretch around me once more.

“That’s it,” I murmur as she sinks down. “Take me deep, princess.”

Once she’s fully seated on my cock, I spread her legs wider, exposing her dripping pussy to the others. “Marcus, you’re up. Fill her cunt while I take her ass.”

Marcus positions himself between our spread legs, his thick cock aligned with her entrance. He pushes forward slowly, and I feel my girl tense as he breaches her.

“Breathe, baby,” I instruct, watching her carefully. “Relax and take him.”

Marcus sinks deeper, and I swear loudly as I feel his cock pressing against mine through the thin barrier of skin between her channels.

“Holy fuck,” I groan, the sensation of her tightness combined with the pressure of Marcus’s dick nearly making me lose control. “You feel that, baby? Both your holes filled at once?”

Bianca’s body quivers, and her breath comes in short, desperate gasps. The sensation causes my vision to blur at the edges. Her inner walls tighten around us both, creating a pressure that’s almost too incredible to bear.

“Fuck, she’s tight,” Marcus groans.

“You like that, don’t you, baby?” I whisper against her ear, nipping at the lobe. “Both your holes stuffed full of cock.”

She doesn’t answer with words—just a broken moan that sends heat racing down my spine. Her head falls back against my shoulder, and I kiss her neck.

We start moving slowly, finding our rhythm. When Marcus pulls out, I thrust in.

When I withdraw, he pushes deep. The coordinated movement has Bianca trembling. “Oh god,” she whimpers, her nails digging into my forearms. “It’s—it’s too much.”

“No such thing as too much for my girl,” I growl, increasing my pace slightly. “You can take it. Show us how well you can take it.”