Taking What's Ours (Forced Submission #2)(5)
“Please don’t. I swear I won’t tell anyone. Please, please don’t do this.” Her sweet little pleas fill the room.
I lean down and kiss her cheek and whisper in her ear. “Aw, baby, we’re just getting started. Relax and let Ridge in that tight cunt. You’re so wet after you came for him, no one would believe you didn’t want it. You’re dripping for him to f*ck you. Don’t be a tease. You know you want us to take turns using your * to get off.”
I look down, and at the first touch of his cock to her opening, she starts to really struggle. Ridge reaches out and holds her hips down. I grip her forearms with both hands. I hate not being able to stroke my cock while he f*cks her, but watching him do it is just as good.
Ridge thrusts forward, and we all let a moan out at the same time. “Oh f*ck, she’s so tight.”
“I’ve got her, man. You go ahead and do it hard. I’ll hold her for you. Just remember when it’s my turn you hold her for me. I wanna f*ck her so hard and I’ll need you to help me do it.
With that, he moves his hands to her thighs and pushes them even wider apart.
“No, stop! Please!”
Ridge throws his head back and closes his eyes tight as he pumps long and deep in and out of her. His grip on her inner thighs is so fierce he’ll leave bruises, but he’s oblivious. He’s lost in the pleasure of her body, and I’m so turned on from watching him f*ck her. My cock aches for her. Only her. You could’ve offered me a choice of a whore every night in this place or to have Doc for an hour just once and there would’ve been no question. Her. I’m so obsessed with her I don’t think I could get hard for another woman.
He drops his head and looks at where they are joined, and starts to really pound into her cunt. “Fuck, I’m not going to last long. She’s soaking wet, Hudson. Goddamn, she’s gripping me so tight, she f*cking loves it.” He breathes deep a few times and looks back up to her. “Jesus, Doc, you love this.” He gets a smirk on his face as he thrusts a few more times. “Hudson, just wait, man. It’s so good. She’s getting off on it. Hold her tight, I can feel her * squeeze me while we do this.”
I’m so horny my precum drips down my cock. I grip her arms tighter, and I hear her say “No,” but I can hear how wet she is. “Fuck, is that her making that smacking sound?”
“Her * is so f*cking wet. Her juices are dripping down to my balls. Look, see how it’s sucking me back in? Fuck, she loves this, don’t you, Charlotte?”
I look down and she turns her head to the side, like if she doesn’t see it, then it’s not happening. I grab her arms with one hand again, and use the other to grip her chin, making her look at me. “Tell me, baby. Tell me how much you love getting f*cked by us.”
She shakes her head. I’ll give it to her, she’s got some fight left in her. I laugh a little and get close to her face. “Look at you all laid out, legs spread, tits bouncing. You’re on a table being f*cked by one man and held down by another, and your * juice is making a puddle on the floor. You can deny it all you want, baby, but your cunt is saying otherwise.” She closes her eyes and lets out a moan. I look down to see Ridge playing with her clit again.
“As soon as he cums in you, I’m taking my turn.”
I watch as Ridge f*cks her hard and rubs her clit at the same time. He’s sweating and I can tell he’s close.
“Ridge, go ahead and cum. Let me take care of her second orgasm. I want to feel her cum with me inside her, so she can show me how much she loves getting her * raped.” She lets out a moan at my words, and I’m starting to think she likes the dirty talk. I can’t wait for her * to latch on to me while she’s cumming, sucking my seed from my cock.
He pumps into her a few more times before finally pushing into her as far as he can go and shouting his release, nutting in her tight *.
I lean down and whisper in her ear as he finishes inside her, “I hope you’re on the pill, baby.”
At my words, she stiffens and I smile, looking over at Ridge. “Looks like the good Doc might get pregnant from our day of fun. I guess we should have thought about that. Oh well. Come switch places with me, it’s my turn.”
I’m lucky my own words don’t make me cum all over myself. Thinking about our baby growing inside her turns me on more than watching Ridge f*ck her.
“Fuck, I’m spent, but my cock is still hard. Jesus, that was so good.” He pulls out and some cum spills on the floor with her * juice. “Goddamn, we made a mess, didn’t we, baby?” he says, and playfully slaps the inside of her thigh.
He comes up to where I am, and we switch places. He gets into position to hold her arms down and leaves me free to get at her.
“I need her again, man. You’re going to have to hurry,” Ridge says.
I don’t blame him; one time isn't going to be enough. Spending six months in here obsessing over her has driven us to the edge. I look over and see his cock is still sticking straight up. It’s covered in their mingled fluids, but it looks like he hasn’t cum in years. “No worries, we are both on edge, aren’t we, Charlotte?”
She doesn’t respond as I move between her legs and lean down. I lick her swollen clit and rub it on my face, tasting Ridge and her together. I get her smell all over my mouth. I stand up, getting into position. “Fuck, I just need the smell of your * on my face and the taste of you in my mouth when I f*ck you,” I say, and slowly push my cock into her opening, feeling her warmth wrap around me.