"Mila?" Everett said to my right, staring wide-eyed at me getting railed by his father. He looked up at his dad.
"What are you doing? She's my age!"
"Showing you how to fuck a woman, son," Mr. Williams said, still pounding into me from behind. He pulled a fistful of my hair back and groped my asscheek in his other hand, fingers digging into my flesh. "Mila likes to be fucked like the slut she is, doesn't she?"
My pussy clenched, and I moaned in response.
"Sit down, Everett. Let her show you how much she loves it."
Everett stared at us like we were fucking crazy, but I had seen his cock before, had sucked him off one too many times in my early college days.
He was big, just like his father was, and I wouldn't mind it. Hell, at least not when I was high off ecstasy and so close to an orgasm.
"Sit," Mr. Williams ordered his son, tone harsher, then gently pulled my hair back and whispered into my ear, "You're going to be a good girl for me, right? You're going to do as I say?"
Again, my pussy clenched around him. I nodded, staring at Everett and reaching out. "Please, give it to me. I want to suck you off like I used to while your father fucks me from behind."
Everett hardened in his jeans. He glanced between us a couple times. Then, to my surprise, Everett lay down in front of me, pulling his hard cock out of his pants and stroking it.
Before I could stop myself and because Mr. Williams wasn't doing anything to stop me, I dipped my head to take Everett into my mouth. He laced his hand into my hair and grunted, eyes closing softly.
"Fuuuck," Everett groaned, pushing my head down further onto his cock and finally relaxing.
As he hit the back of my throat, I gagged and tried to pull my head back, but his hands wouldn't let me off of him until he was fully inside.
"Suck it off, Mila. Just how you used to," he ordered.
I did as I was told, and Mr. Williams grabbed a fistful of my hair from behind and bounced my head up and down on his son's cock.
My pussy tightened as he continued to fuck me harder and harder. Spit and drool dripped out of my mouth, slobber coating my chin and my eyes becoming watery.
My legs trembled; my fingers dug into Everett's thighs.
"Come in my mouth," I begged when he finally let me breathe.
I pushed my head back down on him again, stared up at him through glossy eyes, and gargled on his cock, feeling Mr. Williams stiffen behind me. He was close, and I knew that as soon as he and his son came inside of me, I would tip over the edge.
Everett grunted, his warm cum shooting down my throat. I sucked his cock, wanting every last drop inside of me, and swallowed like a slut, just like his father taught me. I looked up at him, pulled his cock out of my throat, and let it smack against his thigh.
Mr. Williams rammed into me one last time and buried his cock as deep as he could, coming into my pussy. I curled my toes and moaned out, coming with him, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through my entire body until I felt numb.
And this night was far from over.
XXXX
Beg For It:::
I clenched my jaw, staring into the dirty mirror at Roger's Pub, and tried to push back the tears. Fuck Nicholas. I fucking hated him so fucking much. Why couldn't he just listen? Just once. That's all I wanted.
Music bumped in through the walls, and I took a deep breath.
No, Janna, you're not going to cry. You're going to go out there and have a good time without him. You're going to get fucked tonight-the way you have been begging Nicholas to do for weeks now.
After applying another coat of bright red lipstick, I walked out of the bathroom. A wave of heat hit me as I scurried through the close bodies toward the bar. Lit with blue accent lights, almost every seat at the bar was taken.
Nicholas sat at one end, sipping on his whiskey, tie hanging loosely around his neck.
I grabbed a glass of ale from the bartender and sat on the other side, glaring at the man who made my life hell. Well, Nicky boy, tonight, I'll give you a taste of your own medicine.
After downing the drink, the bartender gave me another one.
"Whoa there." A strikingly handsome man with dark, curly hair and big brown eyes that made you want to sin leaned over the bar next to me. "Another one?"
His lip curled into a smirk, and I leaned forward.
"Do you have a problem?" I asked, foot grazing against his.
His fingers grazed against my lower back. "Not many girls can hold their own with ale that strong." He smelled like cinnamon. "Next drink is on me."
I turned in my seat to face him, and his eyes flickered to my cleavage in this tight little black dress.
"What's your name?" he asked, leaning in closer and brushing his lips against my ear to talk over the deafening music.
"Janna." I placed my ale in my left hand and stuck my right hand out for him to shake.
He squeezed it in his rough one, and my pussy clenched. God, I hadn't felt the touch of a real man in forever. I wondered what he was like in bed.
"Nice to meet you, Janna. I'm Jack." He gave me a breathtaking smile, his eyes lingering on mine, then traveling down my body again. They stopped when he looked at the ale. He pulled his hand out of mine, brows furrowing together. "You're married?" he asked.
I hazily looked down at my wedding ring and scrunched up my nose. "Yeah …" My eyes flickered to Nicholas, who was now staring at me, waiting for me to screw up. And I was going to screw up for him.