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Chapter Three ~HAUNTING DANGEROUS GAMES >Kate’s Pov It was two hours after the wedding reception and we were finally home. I stood beside Pierre and watched as the doors to the elevator of his penthouse open. A wave of Pierre's cologne hit me as we stepped in. He smelled of coconut and Lemon -cocolemon. The unique scent did something to my body system, causing my heart to flutter against my ribs. He leaned against the elevator and closed his eyes. I eyed him with lustful eyes, my fingers itching to reach for him but I fisted them instead.

Pain shot through me, mingling with an unwelcome spark of arousal as my body betrayed me, slickness starting to coat my entrance. He didn't stop there. His tongue delved in next, lapping roughly at my clit while his fingers dug into my hips, pinning me down. The blowjob from above intensified, saliva dripping down my chin as I sucked harder, hollowing my cheeks in submission. They owned me, using my body like a toy, and the realization made my core clench. "Beg for it," the bearded one demanded, pulling back to slap my pussy directly—wet smacks that sent jolts of fire through my nerves. "Tell us how bad you want our cocks."

He leapt up and faced them his hands covering his straining crotch. "I'm so sorry! I can't help it! I mean, I saw you on the DVD. I couldn't believe when you both stripped. But then, you both gave him a blowjob. He must be the luckiest man in the world! And then you did it again! And then, best of all, you licked her tits and touched her between the legs. And now I can't stop thinking about either of you. And I can't stop watching you with him. Why did you do it? He's so horrible and you're both so lovely." "Um, well it was kind of charity work," Sally replied.

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Popping open his laptop, he quickly opened up a browser window and went to a p**n site that he wasn’t willing to admit that he frequented often – but was still marked in his browsing history. Glancing at the videos on the page, his eyes first focused on one featuring a slender, auburn haired teen – her brown eyes staring up at the camera, as she appeared to be giving a very enthusiastic blowjob. He dragged his finger on the track pad to click on it before he noticed the video beside it. The woman in the thumbnail

Marcus didn't waste time; he gripped my chin and shoved his thick, pulsing cock into my mouth. He didn't ask me for a blowjob, he simply took it, thrusting his hips forward and forcing me to take every inch of him. I gagged, my eyes watering as he reached the end of my throat, his cock hitting the back of my windpipe. He held me there for a moment, asserting his dominance, before beginning a relentless pace, fucking my mouth with a brutal, rhythmic force.

The better I looked, the nastier the positions I wanted to try, and the more cocks I craved. Onlyfans brought in thousands of messages every week. Most were thirsty. But the cruel ones, the ones calling me a brainless cumrag, a fake-titted whore who only got views because I shook my ass on camera — those made my pussy drip. I fucking loved BDSM. Being degraded, broken, and used was my biggest turn-on.

He ate me like a starving man, sloppy and eager, while I worshipped his cock with my mouth and throat. The mutual pleasure built fast, feeding on itself. Every moan he gave vibrated through my clit. Every time I gagged on his length, his hips bucked up, pushing deeper. We were innocent once. Good kids. The flash drive and those videos had awakened something filthy and addictive in both of us. Now we couldn’t stop. I ground my pussy against his face, riding his tongue while stroking the base of his cock with my hand. He patted my ass gently—the same way he had when stretching it earlier—encouraging me. My thighs trembled. I was close.