Page 151 of Their Ruthless Sadist

“Again.”

“More,” I pleaded. “Harder.”

“Relax, pretty boy. A little torment never hurt anyone.”

I huffed a laugh. “Said the Sadist.”

The next few minutes passed just like that. Zeke instructing Brax to fuck me slow and easy. It was exquisite hell. Never enough.

I was just about to beg again when Zeke’s words sounded, his tone rough with what I assumed was lust. “Now fuck him, cowboy. Fuck him hard.”

Brax retreated, then slammed forward, burying himself in my ass. It felt so damn good. I held myself still, wanting to take the full brunt of every punishing thrust. He started out slow, but quickened his pace, driving in deep and hard, again and again.

I heard Brax’s rough breathing, and I peered back to see Zeke kissing him. Brax’s head turned to the side as Zeke thrust his tongue into his mouth.

“Fuck him, Brax,” Zeke whispered. “Give him what he needs, and then I’ll give you what you need.”

Brax moaned, as did I, when he began pounding into me. He wasn’t gentle, his fingertips biting into my hips. I rocked back against him, meeting every thrust until I was panting and gasping for air.

“Stop,” Zeke ordered. “But don’t pull out.”

Brax slammed into me, his cock lodged all the way to the hilt.

“My turn,” Zeke bellowed.

I turned my head again and noticed the mirror across the room. I could see the three of us perfectly. Me on my knees, Brax behind me, his pelvis against my ass, and Zeke behind him as he guided his cock into Brax.

It was an erotic sight, and I suddenly wished Zeke would record it so we could watch it later.

“Fuck, yeah,” Zeke moaned. “Your ass is strangling my dick.”

Brax whimpered, and I felt his cock pulse inside me. “Please, Zeke. Fuck me. Please fuck me.”

“Damn, but I like when you beg.”

I began to wiggle, trying to get the friction where I needed it most, but a big hand landed on my ass, effectively stilling me.

“My turn,” Zeke snarled.

I was happy to say Zeke took his turn. He began fucking Brax hard, his body jarring with every thrust. I watched in the mirror again, loving the way that we looked, all three of us together.

“Come on, pretty boy,” Zeke said. “Fuck him.”

I realized what Zeke wanted, so I began to rock forward and back, impaling myself on Brax’s cock while he remained crushed between us. The room erupted with Brax’s harsh breaths and his frequent moans and pleas.

“Fuck me,” Brax urged. “Christ. I’ve never felt anything this fucking good.”

I knew the feeling because I’d been there. Sex was exquisite, but being fucked by one man you loved while your dick was lodged inside another man you loved was likely the best feeling in the world.

“Oh, fuck … Zeke … I’m gonna come. I can’t stop it. Oh … shit. Please let me come.”

I increased my pace, chasing my own release as I fucked myself on Brax’s dick. It wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but it worked.

“Zeke!” I growled his name again and again.

“Are you ready to come, pretty boy?” His words were strangled, as though he was barely hanging on.

“Fuck yes. Zeke…” My gaze was locked on the mirror again, and I was so close. “Zeke, please … permission … oh, fuck.”