Chapter 63 Sold to the Malikas 4
Every time he breathed, I felt his chest expand against my breasts. The plaster on my mouth made every breath I took sound like a trapped animal.
He pulled back slowly. I felt the ridges of him sliding against my inner walls, dragging along the sensitive skin he had just stretched out. Then, he slammed back in.
"MMMM-GHHH!"
My muffled scream hit the tape. My eyes squeezed shut, and my fingers clawed at the leather of the couch. I felt tears slip off the sides of my eyes.
He did it again. Out... then a deep, bone-shaking thrust back in. He was using his hands to hold my hips steady, his thumbs digging into my hip bones. As he kept on with the pace, thrusting again and again, the pain was starting to mix with a sharp, throbbing heat. My body was reacting to the sheer size of him.
"Now you like that, don't you?" he whispered. He reached up and ripped the black tape off my mouth in one quick motion.
"OW!"
That was fucking painful. But then, the pleasure in between my legs swallowed everything. “Ahhh... fuck... stop...
please..." I panted, my lips stinging.
"I told you," he growled, his voice dropping into a dark, dirty tone. "I don't want to hear 'stop.' I want to hear how much of a little slut you are for the Malikas. Now tell me, does this feel good, being filled up like this?” He grunted the question.
He didn't wait for an answer. He started to pick up the pace.
My eyes narrowed into thin slits as the friction started to set my nerves on fire.
"Ahhh! Ahhh! Ahhh!... oh fuck... it's... it's so much!" I cried
out.
"It’s exactly what you deserve," he spat. He leaned down, his teeth grazing my earlobe. "I'm going to fuck the whoreishness out of this tight pussy of yours… fucking fuck that slutiness right out of you.” "Ahh, fuck," he cursed, keeping up with the pace. “You're our property now, Juliet. Our toy. Our little hole."
He started hammering into me with a relentless, dirty rhythm.
He wasn't being gentle—not even a tiny bit. It was like he was intent on reclaiming the money they spent on me with every thrust. I felt my internal muscles clamping down on him, trying to hold onto the thickness that was stretching me wide.
"Yes! Ahhh! Right there! Fuck... ahhh! Harder! Harder! Ahhh, stop…! Ah, don't! Stop!!" I was screaming now, my voice raw. My hands were shaking, reaching up to grip his sweat-slicked shoulders.
"That's it," he rasped, his own breath coming in heavy gasps. "Tell me you love this big cock, slut."
"I love it! Ahhh! I love it… ahhh, ahhh, ohhh fuck…! Ahhh-ahhh-ahhh. Ohh fuck, it's too big, ohh please, ahhhh yesss, ohh fuck fuck fuck, ohhh ohhhh ahhhh AHHHHHHHHH!"
He let out a guttural roar, his body tensing up as he hit his peak. He buried himself as deep as he could go, his hot load filling me up until I felt like I was overflowing. He groaned against my neck, his heart hammering against mine.
He didn't stay long. As soon as he was done, he pulled out with a wet sound and stepped back, wiping his forehead.
The blonde brother stood up from his chair. He had a wicked grin on his face. He walked over to the poles and clicked the handcuffs open, freeing my legs. Then he grabbed my wrists and unlocked those, too.
I tried to roll away, to curl into a ball, but he was too fast. He grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked my head back.
"Don't go anywhere, Juliet," the blonde one whispered. "The show is just starting."
He stood in front of me, his black shirt open now. He unzipped his pants and pulled himself out. He was just as big as the first brother, maybe even thicker. He stepped closer, pressing the head of his cock against my chin.
"Open up," he commanded.
I shook my head, my eyes wide with fear. "No... please... my jaw hurts..."
He tightened his grip on my hair, forcing my head further back until I had to look up at him. "I didn't ask if your jaw hurt. I told you to open up. You've had your dessert; now it's time to work for your keep."
He used his other hand to squeeze my cheeks, forcing my mouth to part. I felt the hot, heavy weight of him press against my lips. Slowly, he began to push his way in.
"Mmm-phmm!"
I gagged as he filled my mouth, his size stretching my lips to the limit. He didn't care. He started to move, his hand in my hair guiding my head back and forth in a slow, torturous rhythm. I could taste the salt of his skin. I could feel the heat of him against my tongue. My eyes were watering, tears streaming down my face, but I couldn't stop—not with how tight his hand was gripping my hair.