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Like a good boy, Ian sweeps me in his arms and carries me to the bed, laying me gently on the mattress. His hand rests on my stomach as the remnants of my climax still buzz under my skin. I take the moment to stretch my body, arching my back and tilting my head from side to side.

I prop myself up on my elbows to find both boys staring at me with hungry eyes. I can’t help my eyes dropping to Ian’s cock, the weight of it causing his erection to point toward the floor. I can’t believe I fit that monster in my throat.

Ian is the first to move as he holds his hands out to Mitch. His right hand, balled into a fist, hovers over his left palm. Mitch looks between Ian and his hands as if he’s trying to decipher a code.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Ian explains, seeing the confusion on Mitch’s face.

“What?” Mitch asks, even more confused. The dominant bedroom mask still slipping from his face, and my favorite himbo is front and center again. Bless his soul.

“Rock, paper, scissors,” Ian repeats, slower this time with a hint of sarcasm. “The winner gets first choice,” Ian explains, a devious grin pulling at his lips as his eyes flick to me.

All my life, I’ve had people talk about me like I wasn’t sitting in the same room as them. They would discuss my choices, analyze my actions, and pass judgments based on information they never even bothered to ask.

This is different. This is raw. This is dangerous. Above all, this is hot as fuck.

My body heats up as I watch them discuss the game, and my arousal comes back with a vengeance. I have never rebounded from an orgasm so fast in my life.

Listening to them argue about who’s going to fuck me first only adds more heat to the smoldering embers of my core. I shift on the bed, squeezing my thighs together, waiting for whichever lucky bastard is going to spread them wide to claim his prize.

Mitch licks his lips, mimics Ian’s hands, and rolls his neck like he’s about to run onto a field for a round of tackle football.

“Ready?” Ian asks, raising his eyebrows at his best friend's energy.

“I was born ready, bitch,” Mitch spits with a smirk.

“Rock. Paper. Scissors. Shoot,” Ian calls out as they pump their fists into their palms.

“Fuck yes!” Ian yells, crushing his rock into Mitch’s scissors.

“Fuck you,” Mitch groans, tossing his head back in a fit of dramatics.

I suck my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to suppress the giggle that wants to bubble out from my throat.

“God dammit,” Mitch swears. “Best two out of three?” he suggests, hopefully.

“Get fucked,” Ian smirks as he starts to undress, pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side.

“I’m trying to,” Mitch laughs, his hand sinking into his pants.

My heart lurches as Ian’s eyes dart to me. His head tilts with a seductive gleam, “That pussy…is mine.”

My eyes track Ian as he walks to the opposite side of the bed, dropping his pants and boxers and kicking them across the floor. He is so unbelievably confident in his skin, and I now know what he meant by being so intimidated and turned on at the same time.

His tan skin is scattered with freckled patches and a happy trail of dark hair that leads down to his impressive cock that hangs long, thick, and heavy. His muscles are toned under a thin layer of fat that I’m desperate to get between my teeth.

My stomach flutters at the thought of him buried deep inside me. Stretching me in ways no one ever has before. I take my bottom lip between my teeth and push myself further onto my elbows to get a better view. I know I should be nervous, but instead, I find myself eager to feel both of them use me up.

I have always known I enjoy being dominated, and there is no doubt that I’ve struck gold with not one but two men who want to give me exactly what I want. What I deserve. As Ian approaches from the opposite side of the room, Mitch clears his throat, and I look over to find him standing at the foot of the bed. His shirt is already off, his pants halfway down his thighs, stroking his cock with eyes planted on me.

“How’s your throat feeling?” he asks, knowing the abuse it just endured.

I smile despite the ache Ian left behind, “Empty.”

“Good fucking answer.” Mitch smiles, too. It’s a carnal, dangerous smile that promises both pain and pleasure.

The intensity in his eyes sends a shiver down my spine, and I lick my lips, wetting them in anticipation of the taste I’ve come to love so well.

Without warning, Mitch lunges forward, grips my ankles, and yanks me down the mattress to him. I squeal in surprise as my body slides with ease, my pulse quickening in excitement as he pins me to the bed with his body weight.

His lips crush against mine in an intense, almost violent kiss. I feel the rush of his tongue between my teeth, hot and demanding. His hand roams my body, squeezing me roughly. I gasp as he grabs onto my hips with bruising pressure and lifts my ass off the bed, and tosses my lower half to the side closer to Ian while keeping my upper body conveniently positioned at his waist.

Mitch grabs my arms and pulls me closer to him until my head hangs off the edge of the mattress, upside down, where his dick is perfectly lined up with my hungry mouth.

Mitch grins devilishly and runs his free hand down the center of my chest.

“You are so fucking beautiful. We don’t deserve you,” Ian says somewhere at my feet.

“But we’re going to fucking take you anyway,” Mitch murmurs with a filthy mouth as he guides his cock past my lips and into my mouth on a direct path to my throat. I moan around his length as the head of his cock nudges its way down, the vibration humming through him, egging him on.

Both hands grip my tits, squeezing and kneading them as his hips snap forward, forcing the rest of him down my throat. I gag roughly as his pace turns punishing, tears streaming down my forehead and soaking into my hair.

Mitch grunts in pleasure as my throat constricts around his cock as I choke. He thrusts harder and deeper, losing himself in the feeling of my mouth sucking him in.

My lips stretch wide around him, my tongue swirling against his length as he pushes past my gag reflex again and again. The burn in my throat is an acquired taste, and I’m drunk on the power of feeling him lose control.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “Swallow my fucking cock down your tight little throat.” His voice is animalistic as he continues to bury himself in my throat.

The bed dips at my waist as Mitch pulls out of my mouth. A wicked grin grows on his face, and he watches with satisfaction as I sputter and gasp for air, spitting excess saliva and precum onto the floor between breaths.

I lift my head and watch with wide eyes as Ian crawls toward me on the bed, slow and deliberate. His gaze bores deep into mine, filled with hunger and lust so intense that it should terrify me. But instead, I find myself drawn into his gaze, my breath hitching in anticipation.

“Open your thighs for me, Roxy,” Ian commands softly, grazing his fingers over my sensitive skin. The connection of his fingers on my flesh sends out pulses of anticipation and pleasure.

“Spread your fucking legs,” Mitch demands, pushing me to sit up straighter, leaning back against his chest for stability. “I want you to watch him eat you alive.”

I do as I’m told, my body responding to his command before my frazzled brain can even process it.

The dampness from my earlier orgasm still coats my inner thighs as I spread them open, exposing my most sensitive parts to him.

“Good girl,” Ian praises, crawling further up the bed, pushing my thighs wider, and resting them on his shoulders.

Without breaking eye contact with me, he licks his lips and leans forward, his hot breath hitting the most sensitive parts of me. His mouth presses into my pussy, and I cry out at the sudden contact, his tongue darting over my clit as he licks up my arousal with a moan that causes delicious vibrations to ripple through my body, emitting my own moan of approval.

My body syncs with his movements, arching my back as he sucks my clit into his mouth and buries his face into my messy wetness.

“Oh, Ian,” I cry out, and his tongue flicks faster and harder against my clit. My hips buck under the sensation, and I let out a guttural moan low in my throat as he eats me like I’m his last supper.

Ian flattens his tongue and runs it along the length of my slit, his movements slow and calculated as he savors the taste of me. I close my eyes and let out a whimper as his tongue works magic on my pussy.

“Eat her,” Mitch barks as I arch my back in pleasure. “Fucking eat her, Ian!”

Ian feeds into Mitch’s energy and sucks my clit between his teeth, his arms wrapped tightly around my thighs, his fingers digging into my legs to keep me from bucking too far away from his mouth.

“Attaboy,” Mitch praises Ian, watching him devour me from over my shoulder. “I know how bad you’ve wanted her. I told you I’d get her for you.” Mitch growls, his voice a savage rumble in my ear as his hand wraps around my throat, squeezing gently. “Now, make her fucking scream as you take what you want.”

“Yes,” I moan around Mitch’s hand on my throat. “Take it. Take me.”

I throw my head back in ecstasy, feeling the edge of a climax taunting me just out of reach. I squeeze my eyes shut, not wanting to leave this moment, but Mitch is already a step ahead of me, gripping a handful of my hair and pulling me back to hang off the edge of the bed. Now blinded to Ian’s movements, my legs shake from his continued feast on my pussy.

“Open that gorgeous mouth, Roxy,” Mitch demands in a raw voice, gripping both sides of my face with rough hands, and I comply with extreme anticipation of both of them using me at once. The moment my lips part, Mitch pushes his cock past my lips once more.

He’s brutal in his thrusts, his hips pistoning against my face, fucking my throat with unapologetic force as he holds my head in place. I gag hard around him, the slick sound of his cock sliding in and out of my mouth filling the room along with our moans.

Ian’s mouth is just as relentless, his tongue fucking me with the same ferocity. Using me like two madmen who were finally let off their leashes to devour their unsuspecting prey, throwing me into sensory overload.

Mitch knows precisely what he wants and exactly what I can handle, but that doesn’t stop him from pushing my limits every so often. He fucks my mouth with enough force that my tits bounce to his rhythm. I grip onto his hips to give myself a sense of stability in the chaos.

“Dirty girl,” he grunts through gritted teeth, sinking balls deep with no effort as he uses my throat like a fuck toy. “Choke on my dick, like the dirty whore you are.”

I have never felt more alive than in this moment, having these men use me with such raw need. For the first time, my eyes are open just as wide as my legs and I like what I see.

I’m a sadist, but I am not a weak woman. I may be hardened by years of battling demons, but I’ve earned the right to seek pleasure in the darkness that surrounds me. I see now that to survive the demons that haunt my past, I need to lose myself at the mercy of those who make me feel alive. Those chosen few who push me beyond my limits to the brink of utter destruction, only to pull me back into the safety of their arms before I’m completely destroyed.

A fresh flood of heat coats my thighs as I cum on Ian’s tongue. My legs tremble as the waves of pleasure radiates throughout my body, surrendering to the feeling of being properly taken by two men who know their way around a body. Ian moans against my clit, gripping my thighs for dear life as my body jolts from Mitch’s assault on my throat, “God, you taste so fucking good.”

“I fucking told you!” Mitch grunts. His thrusts slow to a stop, but his cock stays in my mouth, and I take a few deep breaths now that my throat is empty. “Her cum is my favorite flavor.”

Fuck. Me.

I don’t think I’ve ever swooned a day in my life, especially not with a dick in my mouth, but I guess there is a first time for everything.

I roll my tongue around the head of his cock as I continue to breathe deeply through my nose. My cheeks hollow as I suckle on him, trying desperately to convey the depth of my adoration for him by gifting him the depth of my throat.

Mitch slowly sinks his cock down my throat, holding it there as he slides a hand down my body and settles between my legs to play with my clit around Ian’s tongue.

“She’s two O’s deep, but you’re still going to have to prep her a bit to take your monster with the right kind of pain,” Mitch teases Ian. “Stretch her pussy until she’s begging to feel your cock stretch her.”

Never in my life had I needed to be prepped for penetration, but then again, I’ve never had anyone who cared enough to make sure I was ready for it. Fuck, there really is a first time for everything.