Filthy Surrender:The Forbidden Files

A loyal cunt for two enemies (3)

Chapter Three -

Kayla's POV

Marcus slid his hand up my thigh beneath the skirt I was wearing, fingers digging into the soft flesh where my stockings ended.

I gasped as his palm pressed harder. “Marcus, please….”.

“Shut up”. He said, crushing his mouth to mine in a brutal kiss that left me breathless.

“Ah!”. My mouth opened in a silent moan and he used the opportunity to invade with his tongue.

We were alone in his office, working late. There was no one in the building and even security would not be coming up.

When Marcus pulled back, his lips brushed my ear. “You're mine. Say it”.

“I'm yours”, I whispered, the words trembling on my breath.

He shoved me toward the plush sofa, causing the back of my knees to hit the cushion. I fell back, legs splayed, and my skirt rucked up to reveal the trim lace of my panties.

He stood over me unbuckling his belt with deliberate slowness. My eyes stayed fixed at how his fingers worked his belt and my mouth slightly opened. The metal clink echoed in the quiet room when he finally unbuckled it.

“Watch me”, he commanded, my eyes locking onto his as he pulled his c**k free. It was already thick and veined, pre-c*m glistening at the tip.

I swallowed.

He stroked himself once, then twice, in a slow deliberate motion that made my throat dry.

“You're going to take this”, he said in a rough voice. “And you're going to thank me for it”.

He positioned himself between my legs and the head of his c**k pressed against my soaked entrance.

I arched, “Mmm….”. He pushed in, filling me with a slow stretch that made my walls clench around him. “Uhhh…”.

I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them with both hands .

“f**k…you're tight”, he growled, beginning a rhythm that was both punishing and possessive.

“Oh f**k! Ohhhh….Tsssss….ahhhh”. I moaned as each thrust drove deeper while the head of his c**k dragged along my sensitive walls, eliciting gasps and whimpers from me.

“Harder—”. I begged, breathlessly, hands still fondling my breasts while I threw my head back, eyes closed.

He obliged, snapping his hips forward with increased force.

“Ohhh….just like that. f**k! Feels so f*****g good—ohhh…”.

The sofa creaked under our combined weight and the room was filled with the sound of skin on skin, my ragged moans, and his guttural grunts.

Slap. Slap. Squelch. Squelch.

Sweat beaded on his forehead and trailed down his temples, and I could feel the heat of his body radiating onto my skin.

“Uhhhh…..ohhhhh…..yeah. Yes. Yesssss. f**k!. Marcus, f**k!”.

A notification pinged on my phone and Marcus paused, withdrawing just enough to leave me achingly empty, his c**k was glistening with my arousal.

“Looks like your other master wants a word”.

I turned my head, cheeks flushed, and I reached for my phone but he knocked my hand away.

“Don't answer him”. He said in a low command, c**k nudging my entrance again. “You belong to me and not him, remember that even when he has his c**k inside of you”.

Then he pushed in slowly.

“Yes”. I moaned, squeezing my breasts even more while I arched my back, eyes tightly closed.

“He thinks he can claim what's mine”. He leaned down, his mouth finding my neck to graze his teeth on the spot Julian had left a mark on.

I shuddered.

Then the door suddenly swung open and we both froze, heads whipping to see who it was

Julian stood at the threshold, eyes blazing with something I did not understand.

“Marcus”, Julian said in a smooth voice that was edged with steel. “I see you've decided to play referee”.

Marcus straightened and pulled his c**k free from me with a wet slap that made me whimper. He tucked himself back into his trousers and I sat upright, arranging my skirt.

“She's mine to discipline. You're just…visiting”.

Julian's gaze swept over me, taking in my disheveled state. My chest rose and fell with rapid breaths and there was a sheen of sweat on my skin.

“Discipline?”. Julian's voice echoed as he closed the door behind him and stepped closer. “Or are you just trying to prove you can still own what's already been claimed?”.

The tension between the two men crackled but I just sat there, feeling my heart hammer against my ribs, while my p***y kept throbbing with need.

“Enough”, Marcus said in a low voice. He reached out, gripped my arm and pulled me to my feet. I swayed since my legs were weak but he held me steady. “On your knees”.

I sank to the plush carpet, the soft fibers scraping against my knees as I lowered myself. My hands rested on my thighs, trembling, while my eyes darted between the two men looming above me.

Julian unzipped his trousers with a fluid motion, his c**k springing free. It was already hard and glistening at the tip.

Marcus also pushed his own erection back out and the two shafts stood side by side at my face level.

“Take them both”, Marcus commanded. “Show us who you really belong to”.

Without hesitation, I leaned forward, opening my mouth and taking Julian's length first. The minute it touched my tongue, the salty taste flooded it.

I sucked deeply, cheeks hollowing, and my lips stretched around his girth as I moaned around him.

“f**k!”. Julian cursed, eyes closed, and head thrown back as he thrust into my mouth slowly.

Marcus just watched as his own eyes were dark with lust. Then he guided his own c**k to my lips. I shifted, turning so I could take him in as well, my mouth stretching to accommodate both.

The sensation was overwhelming because two hard pulsing members were filling my mouth.

I bobbed my head, alternating between them while my tongue swirled around the tips, teasing the sensitive undersides.

Julian's fingers tangled in my hair, pulling gently to urge me deeper.

“f**k…you're good at this”, he rasped in a ragged breath. “Take it all. Let me feel your throat”.

Marcus gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him. “Look at me while you suck him”, he ordered in a rough whisper. “See who's really making you wet”.