G leads Sierra into Belladonna's gaze
Pl# First Glances at Belladonna The thrum of bass was a physical thing, a pulse deep in the chest that vibrated up through the soles of G’s polished dress shoes. He stood just inside the heavy, unmarked door of the place known only as Bell
Chapter 1
Pl# First Glances at Belladonna
The thrum of bass was a physical thing, a pulse deep in the chest that vibrated up through the soles of G’s polished dress shoes. He stood just inside the heavy, unmarked door of the place known only as Belladonna, his unusual, slanted eyes scanning the dim, velvet-draped lounge. His serious demeanor was a fortress, but the hand resting on the small of Sierra’s back betrayed a possessiveness that ran hot and deep.
She pressed into that touch, a silent signal. Her heart hammered against her ribs, a frantic counterpoint to the slow, sensual music now weaving through the heavier beat. The air smelled of expensive perfume, aged whiskey, and something darker, more primal. She felt countless eyes on her—on the way her little black dress clung to her thick, curvy frame, on the fiery cascade of her red hair against her bare shoulders, on the full lips she nervously wetted with her tongue.
G leaned down, his beard brushing her ear. “Look at them looking at you,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that bypassed her ears and went straight to her core. “See that man by the bar? Tall, thin, brown skin. He hasn’t stopped staring at your tits since we walked in.”
Sierra’s breath hitched. She followed G’s gaze and found him—a Julian with an easy confidence, leaning against the mahogany, a crystal glass in his hand. His dark eyes held hers, unabashed, a faint, challenging smile on his lips. He didn’t look at G at all. He was looking at *her*, at the way the dress’s neckline strained over her large, ample breasts, at the visible points of her hard nipples against the silk.
“He’s imagining your mouth on him,” G continued, the dirty talk both a command and a caress. “Wondering how those pretty lips would feel. So am I.”
A shiver of pure, submissive thrill raced down her spine. This was the game. This was the tension, electric and terrifying, that they had come here to touch. Her adventurous spirit warred with a flutter of nervousness, all of it channeled into the playful sway she allowed into her hips as G guided her further into the room, a silent, deliberate parade past the Julian’s stationed gaze. The obstacle wasn’t reluctance; it was the sheer, overwhelming voltage of the desire they were courting, the unspoken rules of this dark playground waiting to be broken by their mutual, hungry consent. Every glance was a promise. Every whispered word was a step closer to the edge.
Chapter 2
G left his hand on Sierra’s lower back, a hot brand of ownership, as they drifted toward the large glass window. The main play area beyond was a dimly lit labyrinth of platforms and cushions, currently empty but humming with potential. They walked slowly past the separate, semi-private areas curtained off by dark sheets, the fabric doing little to muffle a low, feminine moan from within one.
Sierra’s breath came quicker. She leaned into G. “It’s so… open,” she whispered.
“It’s what you wanted,” he murmured back, his slanted eyes glinting in the low light. “To be seen.”
They circled back and took two stools at the double-sided bar. Directly across from them, against a wall, was a deep crimson love seat. Past it, an open door led to a patio where a small crowd laughed and smoked under string lights.
They’d just settled in, Sierra’s thick thigh pressed against G’s muscular one, when two tumblers of amber liquid appeared before them. The bartender nodded toward the other side of the room.
The Julian from earlier was already walking over.
He stopped before G first, extending a hand. His confidence was a palpable thing. “Name’s Leon. Saw you two come in. Thought you might enjoy a good bourbon.”
G shook his hand, his grip firm, his expression unreadable. “G. This is Sierra.”
Leon’s dark eyes finally, fully, landed on her. The intensity was a physical touch. “Sierra,” he said, letting her name roll off his tongue. “A name for solid ground. You don’t look very solid right now. You look… deliciously unraveled.”
A flush spread across Sierra’s chest, visible above her neckline. G’s hand tightened on her back.
“We’re just getting started,” G said, his voice low.
“I can see that,” Leon smiled, leaning his tall frame against the bar, his gaze dropping to the visible outline of Sierra’s hard nipples against her dress. “I was thinking about that mouth of yours the moment you walked in. Wondering what it would feel like wrapped around my cock.”
The crude words, spoken so casually, sent a jolt straight to Sierra’s pussy. She felt herself grow wet, her playful submission surging to the fore. She bit her full lower lip.
“Is that so?” G asked, his tone conversational. He looked at Sierra. “Do you want to know what that feels like, baby? His cock in your pretty little mouth?”
She nodded, barely a movement. “Yes,” she breathed.
Leon’s smile widened. “There’s a couch right over there. More private than this bar.” He glanced at G, a question in his eyes.
G stood, pulling Sierra up with him. His hand slid from her back to cup the full curve of her ass, squeezing possessively through the silk. “Let’s go see,” he said.
Chapter 3
G’s strong hand guided Sierra, his palm hot on her lower back, steering her to the deep crimson love seat. Leon followed, his gaze like a physical weight on her. G sat first, pulling Sierra down beside him, her thick thigh pressing against his. Leon settled on her other side, the intimate space forcing their bodies close.
G leaned in, his beard scraping her ear as he whispered, the words a dark, thrilling command. “Do you want to suck his cock, baby?”
Her answer was a ragged breath, her green-hazel eyes wide. “Yes,” she whispered back, the word trembling.
“Good girl,” G murmured, his voice a low rumble of approval. “But you don’t start until you get my nod. Understand? You look at me. You wait for me.” G gets back up to take his seat back at the bar , to view his lady’s interaction with Leon with the best view of her submissiveness.
Sierra nodded, a shiver of pure submission coursing through her. She turned her head, meeting Leon’s confident, dark eyes. A slow smile spread across his face.
“She’s a good listener,” Leon observed, his voice smooth.
“She knows who she belongs to,” G said, his slanted eyes locked on Sierra. “Go on. You can touch him.”
Her hands, slightly unsteady, moved to Leon’s lap. She could feel the hard line of his cock already straining against his jeans. She palmed him through the denim, a slow, teasing rub that drew a low hiss from his lips.
“Fuck, her hands are perfect,” Leon groaned, leaning back against the cushions.
Sierra glanced up at G, seeking approval. He gave a single, almost imperceptible nod.
Emboldened, she worked her fingers over the stiff fabric, tracing his length, squeezing the head through the tough material. She could feel him thickening, pulsing under her touch. Leon’s breath grew heavier. She kept her eyes on G, performing for him, her full lips parted as she focused on the Julian’s growing bulge.
After a long, torturous minute of this, her gaze flicked back to G’s. Her cheeks were flushed, her breathing shallow. It was a silent plea, a raw display of readiness.
G read it perfectly. He nodded again, a deliberate, commanding gesture. “Take it out,” he said, his voice thick with ownership. “Show me how pretty you look with his cock in your mouth.”
Sierra’s fingers fumbled with Leon’s button and zipper. She reached into his open jeans, her small hand wrapping around his hot, hard length. She pulled him out, his cock springing free, thick and already slick at the tip.
Without breaking eye contact with G, she leaned down, her red hair falling like a curtain. She opened her mouth, letting her tongue swipe across the broad head before taking him slowly between her lips, inch by inch, her gaze fixed on her man, performing every second of her submission for his approval alone.
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Sierra’s mouth was a warm, wet paradise. She took her time, letting her tongue explore every ridge and vein of Leon’s hard length, her red hair swaying gently with her movements. She hollowed her cheeks, a soft, wet sound filling the intimate space.
G watched from the bar stool, his slanted eyes dark with possessive pride. “That’s it, baby,” he called out, his voice cutting through the lounge’s hum. “You like how his cock tastes?”
Sierra moaned around Leon, the vibration drawing a ragged groan from him. She released him with a slick pop, her lips glistening. “Yes,” she breathed, looking directly at G, her green-hazel eyes glassy with submission.
“Tell me,” G commanded, leaning forward on his stool. “Do you enjoy sucking his cock?”
“I love it,” she whimpered, the admission raw and honest. She didn’t look at Leon; her entire world was G’s approving gaze. She dove back down, taking him deeper, her throat working to accept him.
“Slow, baby,” G coached, his voice a low rumble. “Take your time. Make him feel every inch of that pretty mouth.”
A couple passing by paused, the woman’s hand on her partner’s arm. They watched for several seconds, transfixed by the lewd, intimate performance. The man, older with salt-and-pepper hair, glanced at G.
“She’s something else,” the man said, nodding toward Sierra. “That’s your lady?”
G never took his eyes off Sierra. “Yes,” he stated, the word absolute, a claim that vibrated with primal ownership.
The man smiled appreciatively. “Nice.” He gave a final look, then guided his companion out through the open door to the patio, joining the group smoking under the lights.
Leon’s hand came up, tangling gently in Sierra’s hair, not to guide but to feel the motion. “Fuck, your girl has a magical mouth,” he grunted, his hips giving an involuntary twitch.
“I know,” G said, a faint smile touching his lips. He took a slow sip of his bourbon, the ice clinking. “And she knows who it belongs to.”
Sierra heard it all—the approval, the ownership, the sheer exhibitionist thrill of being watched and claimed simultaneously. It coiled the heat in her belly tighter, her own wetness soaking through her thin panties. She worked Leon with renewed devotion, a perfect, submissive instrument playing a symphony composed entirely by her man’s command. The game was far from over; it was just heating up.
Chapter 5
The subtle, almost invisible flick of G’s fingers from his bar stool was all it took. Sierra released Leon’s slick cock with a soft, wet pop, her lips swollen and glistening. She didn’t look at the man whose lap she’d just occupied. Her gaze, heavy-lidded and submissive, stayed locked on her partner.
“Thank you for letting me taste your cock,” she said, her voice husky and sincere, a perfect, practiced phrase of gratitude taught by G. She tucked Leon back into his jeans with deliberate care before rising on slightly unsteady legs.
Leon let out a low, appreciative chuckle. “Anytime,” he said, leaning back into the crimson cushions, his own satisfaction evident.
G stood, closing the distance in a few smooth strides. He took Sierra’s hand, his grip firm and warm, and lifted it to his lips, kissing her knuckles where they smelled faintly of another man’s skin. “My good girl,” he murmured, his slanted eyes shining with dark pride. He pulled her close, his hand sliding possessively to her ass, giving it a firm, claiming squeeze through the silk of her dress. “You performed beautifully.”
He guided her away from the love seat, back into the flow of the club. The thrumming music had shifted to a deep, sensual house track. Near the small, packed dance floor, G pulled her into his body, her thick curves molding against his muscular frame. They swayed together, a slow, grinding dance in the middle of the crowd. His hand slid up her spine, fingers tangling in her fiery hair.
“You’re so fucking wet for me right now, aren’t you?” he growled into her ear, his beard scraping her sensitive skin.
“Yes,” she breathed, arching into him, feeling the hard ridge of his own arousal pressed against her stomach. “All for you.”
“I know it is.” He spun her gently, then guided her off the floor toward the bar for a fresh drink—water this time, a brief, cool interlude.
His hand never left hers as they moved toward the open play area, the room’s pulsing heart. G positioned them at the periphery, leaning against a high table. He guided Sierra onto a tall stool beside him, his arm draped around her waist, anchoring her.
Before them, the scene unfolded like a living painting. On a large, padded platform in the center of the dim room, a woman was on her hands and knees, her head thrown back in ecstasy as a man drove into her from behind. Another couple was entwined on a low bench, the woman’s legs wrapped around her partner’s waist as they moved together in a slow, deep rhythm. Soft moans and the slick, rhythmic sound of flesh meeting flesh wove through the music. A semicircle of onlookers watched, some touching themselves, others simply absorbing the raw spectacle.
G leaned down, his lips brushing Sierra’s ear. “Look at them,” he commanded, his voice thick with arousal. “That’s going to be you soon. My show for everyone to see.” His hand slid down from her waist, his fingers tracing the soaked silk between her legs from behind, a blunt promise through the fabric. She gasped, her back arching, her body humming with a need that was now a roaring, desperate fire. The tour was over. The main event was about to begin.
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Sierra’s gaze was fixed on the center platform, her breath hitching in time with the rhythm of the bodies moving there. G’s hand rested heavily on her thigh, a grounding weight.
“Enjoying the view?” a smooth, unfamiliar voice asked from her right.
She turned. The man from the bar—tall, dark, impossibly confident—now stood beside their stools. His eyes weren’t on her face; they were locked on the deep swell of her cleavage, where her large breasts pressed against the black silk. His appreciation was bold, unhurried.
“I asked,” he repeated, leaning in slightly, “if your man shares as well as he watches. That was quite a show earlier.”
Sierra felt a flush spread across her chest. She didn’t answer. Instead, she bit her plump lower lip and turned her head, her green-hazel eyes seeking G’s with a silent, pleading question.
G met her look, then shifted his slanted gaze to the Julian. His expression gave nothing away. “She can answer,” G stated, his voice a low command. “But you address me.”
The Julian’s easy smile didn’t falter. He nodded, understanding the protocol. “My apologies. I’m Marcus. I was asking if the beautiful lady here might be available for another dance tonight.” His eyes flicked back to Sierra’s hard nipples, visibly pebbled against her dress. “I have a private room. More comfortable than a couch.”
Sierra’s heart hammered. She kept her eyes on G, waiting.
“What do you think, baby?” G asked her, his thumb stroking her inner thigh. “Do you want to go with him?”
The directness made her shiver. Her submission was her answer, but he wanted her voice. “I… I want what you want, babe she breathed, the title slipping out in her arousal.
The gentleman then leaned in again to Sierra asking if she would suck his cock , without hesitation she looked at G , repeating what the gentleman asked her , with a look of want in her eyes , G asks her is that what she wants, Sierra with a heavy anticipating breathe answers yes , G then tells her to bend over the stool and fondle his cock thru his jeans until he tells her , she may take it out and taste it for all to enjoy as they look on .
Chapter 7
“Is that what you want?” G’s voice was a low, gravelly command from beside her. His dark eyes held hers, watching the flush of pure heat spread across her chest and neck. His hand played possessively between her legs, his fingers rubbing firm circles over the silk of her panties.
“Yes, babe,” Sierra breathed, her voice thick with need. She kept her body bent forward over the polished leather stool, her full breasts straining against the tight black dress. Her other hand, as instructed, was pressed firmly against the thick denim covering Marcus’s crotch, feeling the hard, impressive length of him. She stroked him through the fabric, a slow, promising rhythm.
“Tell him,” G ordered, his fingers sliding beneath the edge of her panties to tease her wet slit.
Sierra’s head dropped forward for a second before she turned it to look at Marcus. “I want to taste you,” she said, her green-hazel eyes glazed with submission. “Please.”
Marcus’s confident smirk widened. He looked from Sierra’s plump, pleading lips to G’s dominating stare. “Your girl has beautiful manners.”
“She knows who she belongs to,” G stated, his thumb now pressing directly against her swollen clit, making her hips jerk. “You can take it out, baby. Stroke it for me. Show everyone how pretty you look wanting it.”
A soft, desperate moan escaped Sierra. With trembling fingers, she fumbled with the button and zipper of Marcus’s jeans. The sound was obscenely loud in their little bubble of attention. She reached in, her warm hand wrapping around his hot, thick cock. She pulled it free, her eyes widening slightly at its size and the deep, dark contrast against her pale skin.
“That’s it,” G coached, his own arousal evident in his strained voice. “Show me how you handle him.”
Sierra began to stroke, her fist moving up and down the hard shaft, a drop of clear fluid beading at the tip. She kept her head turned, her eyes locked on G’s, her mouth slightly open and panting with every pass of his fingers on her pussy. The air around them grew heavier, charged with the visual of her service.
“Look at her,” Marcus groaned, his hands settling on her hips. “Fucking perfect.”
G held her gaze, a silent conversation passing between them. He saw the total surrender, the eager anticipation. He gave a single, slow nod.
“Suck his big black cock now, Sierra,” G commanded, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. “Do it good, where everyone can see my good girl.”
A shiver of absolute bliss rocked through her. With a whimper of relief, Sierra lowered her head, her red hair falling like a curtain. She opened her mouth wide, letting her full lips slide over the broad head, taking him deep as the crowd around them watched.
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G’s hand slid from her pussy to her hip, gripping hard as he guided himself into her from behind. The thick head of his cock pushed past her slick, yielding entrance in one smooth, claiming stroke that forced a muffled groan around Marcus’s length. Her body bowed, a perfect arch of submission between the two men.
“That’s my girl,” G growled, his hips meeting the backs of her thighs as he began to move, a deep, punishing rhythm that matched the slow, deliberate bobs of her head. “Suck him just like that. Taste him while I fuck you.”
Sierra moaned, the vibration traveling up Marcus’s shaft. She could taste the salt and musk of him, feel the heavy weight of his cock on her tongue, while G filled her completely from behind. The dual sensations, the public spectacle, the raw ownership in G’s voice—it all fused into a white-hot coil of pleasure tightening low in her belly. Her strokes on Marcus’s base became more frantic, her sucking more greedy.
“Fuck, listen to her,” Marcus grunted, his fingers tangling in her red hair, not forcing, but guiding. “She’s fucking hungry for it.”
She was. The familiar signal built inside her—that breathy gasp, that desperate pause where her body clenched around G and her mouth went slack around Marcus. It was the silent scream of a need so deep it consumed her.
“She’s close,” G announced, his own pace becoming ragged. He drove into her, his balls slapping against her wet skin. “But she doesn’t get to come out here. Not yet.”
With a final, deep thrust that drew a shattered whimper from Sierra’s throat, G stilled. He slowly pulled out, leaving her empty and trembling. He tucked himself back into his pants, the act a cool, deliberate contrast to the heat he’d just stoked.
“Stop, baby,” he commanded, his voice firm.
Reluctantly, Sierra released Marcus with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his glistening tip. She panted, her eyes wide and dazed, staring up at G.
He cupped her chin. “You’ve been a very good show. Now it’s time for your reward.” He looked past her to Marcus. “The private tents. Now. I want to watch her come completely unraveled on your cock before I take her back.”
Marcus smirked, tucking himself away. “Lead the way.”
G helped Sierra stand, her legs shaky. He kissed her hard, possessively, biting her lower lip. “You ready to get absolutely fucked, my good girl?”
“Yes, babe,” she breathed, her entire body humming with anticipation. “Please.”
Chapter 9
G’s hand, large and warm, closed around Sierra’s. He led her through the velvet-draped corridor to a secluded private tent, Marcus following a pace behind. The space was small, intimate, lit by a single low lamp that cast long, dancing shadows on the fabric walls. As they entered, G drew the heavy curtain closed behind them, sealing them in a world of their own making.
He turned and immediately pulled Sierra against him. His mouth found hers in a deep, wanting kiss that stole her breath. His hands slid up her sides, pushing the ruined straps of her dress down until her large, ample breasts spilled free. His thumbs circled her peak, swollen nipples, pinching and rolling the hard buds until a sharp, desperate moan vibrated from her throat into his mouth.
“That’s it,” G growled against her lips, his own breathing ragged. “Get nice and wet for him. Soaking fucking wet.”
“She looks ready,” Marcus observed, his voice a calm, confident murmur from where he stood watching, already freeing his thick, black cock from his pants. His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on the way G’s hands mauled her flesh.
G broke the kiss, leaning his forehead against Sierra’s. “You hear that, baby? He’s waiting. You want his cock in that tight little pussy of yours?”
“Yes, babe,” she panted, her body arching into his touch. “Please, I want it.”
“Tell him,” G commanded, stepping back but keeping a firm grip on her hips, presenting her to Marcus.
Sierra’s hazel eyes, glazed with lust, lifted to the other man. “I want your cock,” she whispered, then stronger, her voice husky. “I want you to fuck me.”
A slow, appreciative smile spread across Marcus’s face. He stepped forward, the head of his cock pressing against her stomach, leaving a slick smear. “Since you asked so nicely.”
G guided her backwards and to her knee’s ,and instructed her to suck both cocks while he continued to tease her nipples , and coax her with his words ,
Sierra kneeled on the soft beading She spread her thighs, exposing her glistening, pink folds completely to the two men standing over her. The air in the tent grew thick with the scent of her arousal and their collective anticipation.
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Sierra dropped to her knees on the soft rug, her hands already reaching. G’s thick, hard cock was in her left hand, Marcus’s heavy, dark length in her right. She didn’t hesitate. She bent her head and took the head of G’s cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue over the slick tip before pulling off with a wet pop and turning to do the same to Marcus.
“That’s it, baby,” G growled, his fingers threading through her fiery hair. “Show him what that perfect mouth can do.”
She alternated between them, her movements growing frantic. She’d suck G deep, her throat working, while her hand pumped Marcus in a tight, twisting rhythm. Then she’d switch, taking Marcus to the back of her throat while her other hand stroked G from root to tip. The dual sensations, the taste of both men, the sounds of their ragged breathing above her—it stoked a desperate, animal hunger in her gut.
“Fuck, look at her,” Marcus muttered, his hips giving an involuntary jerk as she sucked him hard.
The thirst was unquenchable. With a guttural sound of need, Sierra pulled back, her lips slick and swollen. She looked up at both cocks presented to her, her hazel eyes wild. She opened her mouth wide and pushed forward, taking both heads inside at once.
“Oh, you greedy fucking girl,” G rasped, his hand tightening in her hair. The stretch was immense, filling her mouth impossibly, but she sucked with raw, animalistic intensity, her tongue laving whatever it could reach.
“Good girl. Just like that,” G coaxed, his voice thick with pride. “Get these cocks, babe. Take them.”
“She’s incredible,” Marcus agreed, one of his hands leaving his hip to cup her jaw, his thumb stroking her cheek as she worked. His other hand found her bare, swollen breast, kneading the soft, heavy flesh and pinching her hard nipple until she moaned around the two thick shafts filling her mouth.
The vibration made both men curse.
“Alright, baby,” G said, his tone shifting into pure command. “Keep sucking his cock. Don’t stop.”
Reluctantly, she released G’s cock from her mouth, focusing all her attention on Marcus, bobbing her head deeply as she was told. G’s hands gripped her shoulders, turning her. He guided her forward onto her hands and knees, her ass arched high in the air, her glistening pussy completely exposed.
She felt the broad, hot head of his cock press against her soaked opening. He didn’t ask. With a single, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her to the hilt.
The scream that tore from Sierra’s throat was muffled around Marcus’s cock. The dual penetration, the feeling of being utterly filled and used at both ends, shattered her into a million glittering pieces of pure sensation. G set a relentless, possessive pace, each deep drive rocking her forward, forcing her to take more of Marcus into her hungry mouth.
Chapter 11
G’s powerful thrusts drove her forward, forcing Marcus’s thick cock deeper into her throat with every piston-like motion of his hips. Her muffled cries vibrated around the hard flesh filling her mouth.
“Suck it, Sierra,” G commanded, his voice a harsh rasp of exertion. He delivered a sharp, stinging smack to her ass cheek, the sound cracking in the tent’s close air. “Show him how greedy that pretty mouth is. Get his balls, baby. Taste all of him.”
Obediently, she pulled back, her lips dragging wetly down Marcus’s shaft until she could nuzzle the heavy weight of his sac, taking one then the other into the heat of her mouth. Her tongue worked furiously as G continued to pound into her from behind, his pace relentless and deep.
“Fuck yeah,” Marcus groaned, his hands finding her hair again. “Just like that.”
G’s hand slid from her hip, reaching under the curve of her body. His calloused fingers found her swollen, dripping clit and rubbed tight, frantic circles against it. The dual sensation—the deep, filling stretch from behind and the pinpoint friction on her most sensitive nerve—drove the air from her lungs in a sharp, choked groan.
“You like that, don’t you?” G growled, his fingers never stopping their torturous rhythm. “Being our perfect little fucktoy. Taking everything we give you.”
She could only manage a desperate, nodding jerk of her head, her world narrowing to the points of intense, coiling pleasure.
“Alright, baby,” G said, his tone shifting into absolute authority. He slowed his thrusts, pulling almost all the way out, making her whimper at the loss. “Switch. Marcus, you take her from behind. I want to watch her face when she comes on your cock.” He looked down at Sierra, his slanted eyes burning with possessive fire. “You’re going to look at me while he fucks you. You understand?”
“Yes, babe., she panted, the title slipping out in her haze of need.
G withdrew completely, guiding her trembling body to turn and position her pussy to Marcus , he moved with hungry efficiency, positioning himself behind her spread thighs and ass in the air for him , G knelt by her head, one hand cupping her cheek, forcing her gaze to stay locked on his.
“Now,” G said, his command meant for both of them. “Fuck her.”
Chapter 12
Marcus’s slow, deliberate entry made Sierra’s whole body arch. Every inch of his thick cock stretched her, a delicious, burning fullness that tore a gutted moan from her throat. “Fuck… yes,” she panted, her words slurring as G guided his own shaft between her eager lips.
She took him in hungrily, her mouth working in time with the deep, rolling thrusts Marcus began behind her. He buried himself to the hilt, his balls slapping against her slick flesh with every powerful drive forward.
“Oh god, more,” Sierra begged around G’s cock, her green-hazel eyes glazed and pleading as she looked up at him. “Please, fuck me harder.”
G smiled, a proud, possessive grin that carved his dimple deep. His hand stroked her fiery hair as he watched her take both of them. “That’s it, baby. Get that cock. Take every inch. You’re such a good nasty girl for us.”
Marcus grunted, his pace becoming punishingly deep. “She’s fucking perfect,” he growled, his hands gripping her wide hips for leverage. “So tight and wet.”
“Tell him,” G commanded, his voice low and rough with arousal. “Tell him whose good girl you are.”
Sierra pulled back from G’s length with a wet pop, a string of saliva connecting her swollen lips to his tip. “Yours!” she cried out as Marcus hammered into her. “I’m your good girl! Both of yours!”
The confession sent a new wave of heat through her. G fed his cock back into her mouth, and she suckled fiercely, hollowing her cheeks as the dual sensations of being utterly filled at both ends coiled the pleasure inside her to a screaming pitch. She was suspended between them, a vessel of pure sensation, owned and used exactly as she craved.
“Don’t you dare come yet,” G warned, though his own breathing was ragged. He pulled his hips back, denying her his heat. “Not until I say. You just keep taking it like the perfect little fucktoy you are.”