Owned by two daddies (III)

I wanted the bed to swallow me whole.

My entire body was frozen in shock, legs still slightly spread, my pussy visibly glistening under the dim bedroom light. My fingers were still shiny and wet from how furiously I’d been touching myself.

Damien stood at the edge of the bed like a predator, staring down at my exposed cunt like he owned it.

“I… I didn’t hear you knock,” I stammered, my voice barely above a whisper. I quickly tried to close my legs but his deep voice stopped me immediately.

“Don’t.”

The single word made my breath catch.

Damien’s eyes flicked up to my face, dark and intense. “You’ve been putting on quite the show, Serena. Moaning like a desperate little whore with your legs spread wide open.”

My heart was pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat.

“I’m sorry—” I started, but he cut me off.

“Sorry?” He let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “You were begging someone to fuck you harder. You were calling yourself a dirty little slut while you fucked your fingers. And now you’re sorry?”

He slowly sat on the edge of the bed, his massive frame making the mattress dip. His eyes never left my body.

“Show me.”

I blinked. “W-what?”

“Show me how you were touching yourself,” he said, his voice low and commanding. “I want to see exactly what you were doing before I walked in.”

My face burned with humiliation, but my pussy clenched hard at his words. I hesitated, biting my lip.

Damien leaned in closer, his breath brushing against my ear as he spoke.

“Be a good girl and spread your legs for me, Serena. Don’t make me ask twice.”

My legs slowly fell open again, almost like they had a mind of their own. My hands were shaking as I slid one back between my thighs, gently rubbing my swollen, aching clit.

Damien watched every movement with hungry eyes.

“Louder,” he ordered. “Moan like you were before. I want to hear how much of a needy little slut you really are.”

A broken whimper escaped my lips as I pushed two fingers inside my soaked hole, slowly pumping them in and out while rubbing my clit with my other hand. This is just like the books I read… am I not lucky?

“Fuck…” I moaned softly, my hips starting to move on their own.

Damien’s voice was rough, almost a growl.

“Louder.”

“Oh my god…” I cried out, fingers moving faster. “It feels so good… I’m such a dirty girl…”

Just as my eyes started to flutter shut, the bedroom door opened again.

Victor walked in, still wearing his black shirt from earlier, a dark smirk already on his face.

He took one look at me — legs spread, fingers buried deep in my cunt, moaning like a whore — and chuckled.

“Well, fuck,” Victor said, licking his lips. “Looks like the party started without me.”

Victor stepped inside and locked the door behind him, his icy blue eyes locked on my spread legs and the two fingers I had buried inside my dripping cunt.

“Jesus Christ,” he muttered, already palming his massive bulge through his pants. “Look at this nasty little slut. You really were fucking yourself stupid in our house.”

Damien didn’t take his eyes off me. His voice came out low and rough.

“Keep going. Don’t you dare stop.”

My body was shaking with embarrassment and insane arousal. I continued pumping my fingers in and out of my soaked pussy, moaning openly now that I knew they were both watching.

Victor walked to the other side of the bed, towering over me.

“Faster,” he commanded. “Fuck that pussy like you were before we caught you. And don’t you dare close your fucking legs.”

I obeyed.

My fingers moved faster, making wet, obscene squelching sounds that filled the room. My back arched as I moaned louder, completely exposed in front of both men.

“Oh fuck… oh my god…” I whimpered, eyes rolling back.

Damien reached down and ripped my tank top up, exposing my tits. He grabbed one roughly, squeezing my hard nipple between his fingers.

“You like this, don’t you?” he growled. “You like two older men watching you play with your dirty little cunt like a whore.”

“Yes…” I moaned, completely broken. “Yes, I like it…”

Victor leaned down, his lips brushing against my ear as he spoke.

“You know what’s going to happen now, little girl?”

He grabbed my wrist and forced my fingers even deeper inside me.

“We’re not letting you leave this room until both of us have pumped your tight little holes full of cum. You’re getting bred tonight — by both of us.”

Damien pinched my nipple hard, making me cry out.

“And we’re not pulling out. Not even once. Don’t you want that baby?”

Victor smirked as he started unbuckling his belt, his thick cock straining against his pants.

“So be a good little cumslut and spread that pussy wider. You’re about to get exactly what you’ve been fantasizing about.”