Chapter 54

I couldn't say I wasn't intrigued. I couldn't even deny his accusations of me being a slut were untrue. After all, he was talking down to me, pulling my hair, and had his cock in my face. Yet I still felt like I wanted him, even after enjoying what his brother did so damn much.

Obeying Darren, I licked the tip of his cock. Licked his head. It felt weird doing this; Carson didn't even ask me to. I let my tongue run down his cock, up and around it. I was a virgin only a day ago, but I wasn't completely naive in the realm of what people did behind closed doors.

Or in the hallway of a mansion owned by two sexy brothers.

"Lick my balls, Christine. Lick them good."

I nodded, doing as he asked, tasting the flesh. It wasn't as bad as I expected it to be, and the adrenaline that was starting to pump through my head only intensified my resolve. I took them into my mouth even and started to suck on them. Darren's head draped back with a silent groan. I was getting his approval despite his harsh words and it oddly brought a smile to my face.

Leading my tongue away from his balls, I went up and down his shaft, letting him enjoy the delicate job I was doing.

The problem was, Darren wasn't a delicate man.

Again, he took me by the hair and thrust his cock through my lips.

Sudden, strong, powerful, I was overwhelmed and almost gagged on him. I was driven to please him, however, licking him and sucking him as he fucked my face. So sudden, so rough, the adrenaline started to pump, along with my imagination running wild and making parts of me far hotter than I would expect from such treatment.

My eye contact never broke as I looked up at his sick grin, which only broke so often for a grunt or gasp of his own when the pressures of me sucking his cock were proving to be just too much for him to handle.

He was legal, as Carson said. Even if I wanted more of Carson, he said I was allowed to experience Darren too. It's not cheating, and as a young and sexually curious woman, I wanted to please Darren so he would show me just what his brand of love was.

If it felt anything like Carson's it would be well worth it.

Sucking, licking, fondling his balls as all of this happened, Darren was only a man and was soon struggling to hold himself back from the charms of a first-time cocksucker.

I wasn't surprised when he pulled my head off his cock. "You like that, don't you? I knew you'd turn out to be my slut after all."

He followed his words by pulling me up to my feet and bringing me in for another rough yet delectable kiss. Everything was so powerful, so passionate with him.

When it broke, he was still staring deeply into my eyes, the hand not on my head going down my body and to my pussy, where he shoved his fingers in. "You're already dripping wet for me. I knew it."

I shuddered as he fingered me, flicking my clit as if the sounds I made when he did so were purely for his amusement.

I enjoyed the feeling that what he was doing was secondary to him, seemed.

"I'm going to fuck you, Christine. I'm going to fuck you harder than my idiot brother ever could. You're going to scream for me. Louder than you did for him. Isn't that what you want?"

Breathing deeply, I nodded. God, I was a slut.

He shoved me over to the banister that I was looking over when he first accosted me. His hand was still over my pussy massaging it, preparing it.

Unlike Carson, he wasn't going in slow. Darren instead impaled me on his cock.

Strong, powerful, it was a hell of a change, an intense burst of delight rushing through me as he fucked me. He was in me to the hilt, and let me adjust to him after a short time before starting to fuck me – and fuck me hard.

The echo of flesh rang through the hallway, and every penetration caused me to sway forward, my breasts bouncing with each fuck. I held on to the banister as he did so, trying to contain the wave after wave of delight that was being sent through my body.

Darren slapped my ass as he continued his rhythm, nursing the spot he hit me only to slap it again. The small bits of pain only brought a smile to my face, another piece to the wonderful sensory pile he was building.

Faster, my back started to arch from his penetrations. He took it as an opportunity to hold me by my breasts, taking my nipples into his hand, and rolling them in his fingertips. It stung and I called out, but he didn't stop. Why was I still smiling? That hurt.

It was all part of the design. The passion, the roughness. Carson was tender, and Darren was rough and passionate. Everything he did only amplified the feeling of his raw, bareback cock inside me. How he fucked me, how I moaned for him.

Screaming for him. I don't know if I screamed louder for him than I did for Carson, but I did scream for him. He was good, and he was quickly bringing me to a whole new level of orgasm and ecstasy from what he was doing. As he fucked me, he reached between my legs, and just like his brother, he found my clit. His approach wasn't to massage it, though, but to assault it.

What was a steady rising tide soon became an uncontrollable flood in my body. Tears in my eyes, there was no way that I was going to be able to go much longer. It was too much, too fast, too great.

It exploded inside me. Everything from my core outwards surged in a wonderful and blissful orgasm. From head to toe, I felt the goodness spread over me, and I was singing his praises.

Even deep within, I could feel my pussy spasm around him, pulling at him, jerking him forward, as if that's what he wanted all along.

Underneath my screams, he had to have been struggling to keep himself together. He was grunting, slowing down in his onslaught, leaning down over me, the sounds he made tickled my back.

He was cumming.

Again, just like his brother, he didn't pull out. No. He kept himself buried deeply and to the hilt, letting his seed rush out of his balls and through his cocks and directly into my womb. Not caring if I would have objected as he filled me once again to the brim.

Again, I couldn't help but relish the feeling after it all. I wondered if I'd ever be able to accept a guy with a condom after this, knowing it would be denied this blissful feeling of a pussy full of cum.