The Dollhouse Society: Isabelle (New Adult BDSM Erotica) by Eden Myles
Authors: Eden Myles
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drawer over that impressive, veiny cock of his. “No barriers between us.”
“Yes,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. Whatever you say , Dr. Damian.”
“Sir,” he corrected me.
“Sir,” I said.
He didn’t wait to hear any further words of either encouragement or protest. He yanked me forward while undulating his pelvis, easily impaling me on his rock hard erection. I cried out at the unfamiliar sensation—because, quite frankly, that’s exactly what it was to me. I had no clear memories of my first time with Clark. For all intents and purposes, I was indeed the virgin they thought I was. His cock filled me, stretched me, and I felt the bump of his cock ring up near the top of my cervix. He lowered his head and kissed my flitting pulse. At the same time, Dorian bowed his head, giving me an upside-down kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and warring with mine so I could taste his desire.
“You mustn’t come until I say,” Damian said, lunging and withdrawing, training my body to fit his.
“Uhh,” I responded, all I could manage.
My body responded to them both, naturally and instinctively, I raised my legs and crossed my ankles at the small of Damian’s back. I writhed both with and against them. Damian grunted as he plunged in and out of me in slow, deep thrusts, taking his time, enjoying every moment of our lovemaking. My body squeezed him, tried to hold him deep inside as his thick, spongy head slid over my g-spot in a deliberately teasing motion.
Slowly he increased his rhythm, his pelvis pistoning forward and back, making me rock against the surface of the bed and dragging a gasp of unexpected pleasure from my throat. My big breasts jiggled and I found that in my present position, with my back arched and only the crown of my head touching the bed, I was more or less flaunting them right in front of Dorian’s face. I finally cried out right into Dorian’s mouth, then reached up and wreathed my arms around his neck in an effort to hang on as Damian pushed me to the edge and beyond into release.
Dorian groaned, overwhelmed by temptation, and clamped his mouth down around one stiff nipple, biting hard even as Damian bit the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. I cried out at the sudden, sharp sensations coming at me from both sides. I could see, from my position beneath him a little, that Dorian had undone his own trousers and his own cock was hard and tight against his belly, and that copious amounts of precum were pouring from the little slit.
“Christ, you’re sexy,” Dorian moaned around my nipple.
“Come for me, Belle,” Damian growled into my throat. He thrust one last time, hard, so hard he actually lifted my hips up off the bed, and I came, crying out, between my two gentlemen.
My orgasm left me trembling with weakness as I fell back onto the bed, my whole body alight with pleasure and satisfaction. I wanted to rub myself against the bedclothes like a cat, then curl up against my lovers and enjoy the afterglow of our sex, but Dorian was still biting me and I could feel the mania of his passion, his as-yet-unfulfilled need to take me, to be inside me. He let me go, my breasts splattered with his saliva, and growled, “My turn. Hands and knees. Now , Belle.”
Damian moved so I could scramble onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
Damian was right. It wasn’t he I had to worry about. Dorian was the rough one, the demanding one. No sooner was I in position, but he was mounting me, pushing my head down so my ass was in the air, easier for him to fuck hard and fast. He probed my wet opening, his big cock slapping against my ass and cunt, streams of precum pouring down the insides of my thighs. He teased me, dry humped me, only stopping to slip on a condom and to bump my ass with his giant, soft head.
“I’ll have that pretty ass in time. But not tonight.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure if I could handle him filling my ass as well as my cunt
“Yes,” I whispered. “Whatever you want. Whatever you say , Dr. Damian.”
“Sir,” he corrected me.
“Sir,” I said.
He didn’t wait to hear any further words of either encouragement or protest. He yanked me forward while undulating his pelvis, easily impaling me on his rock hard erection. I cried out at the unfamiliar sensation—because, quite frankly, that’s exactly what it was to me. I had no clear memories of my first time with Clark. For all intents and purposes, I was indeed the virgin they thought I was. His cock filled me, stretched me, and I felt the bump of his cock ring up near the top of my cervix. He lowered his head and kissed my flitting pulse. At the same time, Dorian bowed his head, giving me an upside-down kiss, his tongue snaking into my mouth and warring with mine so I could taste his desire.
“You mustn’t come until I say,” Damian said, lunging and withdrawing, training my body to fit his.
“Uhh,” I responded, all I could manage.
My body responded to them both, naturally and instinctively, I raised my legs and crossed my ankles at the small of Damian’s back. I writhed both with and against them. Damian grunted as he plunged in and out of me in slow, deep thrusts, taking his time, enjoying every moment of our lovemaking. My body squeezed him, tried to hold him deep inside as his thick, spongy head slid over my g-spot in a deliberately teasing motion.
Slowly he increased his rhythm, his pelvis pistoning forward and back, making me rock against the surface of the bed and dragging a gasp of unexpected pleasure from my throat. My big breasts jiggled and I found that in my present position, with my back arched and only the crown of my head touching the bed, I was more or less flaunting them right in front of Dorian’s face. I finally cried out right into Dorian’s mouth, then reached up and wreathed my arms around his neck in an effort to hang on as Damian pushed me to the edge and beyond into release.
Dorian groaned, overwhelmed by temptation, and clamped his mouth down around one stiff nipple, biting hard even as Damian bit the sensitive skin at the base of my throat. I cried out at the sudden, sharp sensations coming at me from both sides. I could see, from my position beneath him a little, that Dorian had undone his own trousers and his own cock was hard and tight against his belly, and that copious amounts of precum were pouring from the little slit.
“Christ, you’re sexy,” Dorian moaned around my nipple.
“Come for me, Belle,” Damian growled into my throat. He thrust one last time, hard, so hard he actually lifted my hips up off the bed, and I came, crying out, between my two gentlemen.
My orgasm left me trembling with weakness as I fell back onto the bed, my whole body alight with pleasure and satisfaction. I wanted to rub myself against the bedclothes like a cat, then curl up against my lovers and enjoy the afterglow of our sex, but Dorian was still biting me and I could feel the mania of his passion, his as-yet-unfulfilled need to take me, to be inside me. He let me go, my breasts splattered with his saliva, and growled, “My turn. Hands and knees. Now , Belle.”
Damian moved so I could scramble onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed.
Damian was right. It wasn’t he I had to worry about. Dorian was the rough one, the demanding one. No sooner was I in position, but he was mounting me, pushing my head down so my ass was in the air, easier for him to fuck hard and fast. He probed my wet opening, his big cock slapping against my ass and cunt, streams of precum pouring down the insides of my thighs. He teased me, dry humped me, only stopping to slip on a condom and to bump my ass with his giant, soft head.
“I’ll have that pretty ass in time. But not tonight.”
I breathed a sigh of relief. I wasn’t sure if I could handle him filling my ass as well as my cunt
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