Theirs To Own

Chapter Two

When he moved with Andrew, my legs couldn't move on their own anymore as they wanted him, the only man to my dark desires, and needed him urgently without minding losing my virginity and soul to the beast that could quench my hunger for a wanting f**k from him. I needed nobody but him, as I thought earlier, until my eyes landed on Andrew, who was f*****g hot, and I didn't mind taking two c***s at once in me on that table. I was s*x-deprived and unable to control myself around the men who stood in front of me, looking at me with hooded eyes.

They felt what I was feeling, and I didn't care if Amico was kissing my hands and hugging me; he began nibbling on the back of my neck and my shoulder blades. He drove me insane, and when he asked me to leave, I refused, as my secret prayers were answered, and I didn't want to lose this opportunity a second time. I loved him and loved the way he growled and slammed me on the table after carrying me to sit on it and watched me with hooded eyes as he raised my skirt to my knee level and tore my thong off my body.

My p***y leaked more as he tore my thong off my body, brought them to his face, sniffed them out, and groaned. He saw how badly I wanted him and warned me for the last time to go out, but I refused once again as we had reached a point where I didn't care anymore. He turned me around and smacked my a*s, and I fell, barely holding the table, and saw Andrew stroking his head to the up and down side of his c**k, and it felt sinful watching him. I didn't see when Amico removed his c**k from his briefs and trousers and pushed the head inside my cunt, and I cried because of the pain of losing my virginity to him. When he realized that I was a virgin, he stopped pushing his c**k in, and I whined as I wanted more of his in me.

He looked confused, happy, and angry at the same time while staring at me like I did something wrong, which I did as I did not tell him that I was a virgin before he f****d me on the desk. I laughed at his facial expressions, and I was punished when he slammed his c**k inside of me. When I didn't have the time to register what had happened, he began pounding inside of me and tore my b*a off my body, and my shirt and its buttons were all gone. He was slamming and hitting my p***y in the right spot, and my breasts were swaying as he f****d me.

He dragged my n*****s with his hand and teeth and gave them the attention they deserved, and when he hit my g-spots, I fled from the sensation by screaming. Thank God for the soundproof doors and walls they had. He bent me down on the table and pushed his head down inside my cunt and held my hair in its hand and dragged me back into his arms and began pounding and rubbing my p***y on his c**k; this was better than the way I imagined he would f**k me. I was punished for being the bad girl that I am and rewarded with his c**k inside me. He treated me like a s**t, and when he spoke to me formally, my eyes rolled as his voice was as seductive and hoarse as I knew it would be.

I was told to call him by his name when I came and was asked by him, "Is this what I wanted—losing my virginity to a total stranger and being f****d in the conference room, and here we are being reminded of our s*x?" He also asked me if I wanted him that bad, and the answer I gave was that I was humming as he was f*****g me and l*****g my lips while I stared at him as he f****d me. Andrew was a mile away, staring at us and stroking his c**k, and I looked at him, ushering him with my fingers to come have a taste of my p***y, and he strolled like he owned the place.

Andrew asked me, "So you love being f****d at once by two c***s," and I screamed yes as Amico's c**k kept going out and slamming deep down inside me and my juice dripping down his c**k and p***y. Whoever didn't say that s*x was this good lied, as I was having the time of my life being given a chance to get f****d to goodness. I wanted to c*m for the fourth time in a roll and begged Amico to f**k me some more, asking him to don't stop f*****g me and saying that his c**k was what I needed in a man.

Amico watched me and kissed me as he pounded into me on the desk and bit my lips as he asked me to be his woman and said that the p***y he was f*****g would be his forever, and I couldn't believe it when he said it. My wishes were answered, and I was really grateful to whoever answered my secret wishes to have the best f**k of my life. Amico slapped my a*s and told me to reply back, and I said, "Yes, I will be yours and you're mine," and he growled and grabbed me as he rewarded me with an o****m from having a c**k in me. I took his face in my hand and kissed him on the lips as he was f*****g, and I came from using my nails to scratch on the table.

Amico removed his c**k from my c**t and sat on the seat stroking his c**k, and I walked to meet him, sat down, took his c**k, pushed it in, and held him. Mico was f*****g me, and I was kissing him; his lips were so addictive that I couldn't stop kissing him. I keep rolling up and down and jamming his c**k inside of me. This position did something to me unlike before, as I felt like exploding into pieces from feeling his whole length in.