A crazy game of truth and dare (8)
“You…” Emma managed to pant out, breathless. “You’re the better fuck… mmm… your cock is so fucking big… ohhh… mmm…”
Rob’s hands tightened on her hips, his pace quickening. Her breasts bounced against his chest with each thrust, her nipples brushing his skin. He groaned, his lips brushing her ear as he spoke.
“I want you to say my name when you cum,” he murmured, his voice rough. “Tell me you love me.”
He drove into her faster now, his cock slamming deep with every thrust. Her body was on fire, her nerves raw with sensation. She was close again, teetering on the edge.
“Say it,” he demanded, his hand sliding up to squeeze her breast. “Say it as you cum all over my big cock.”
“I… I…” she stammered, her breath hitching.
“Say it, slut,” he growled. “Make me proud.”
“I… I… oh my god… ohhh… ohhh… I love you…” The words tumbled out of her mouth, breathless and raw. It felt wrong-but god, it felt good. So much naughtier than anything she’d done tonight. Her orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, stealing her breath as she trembled violently.
“I love you, Rob… mmm… ohhh… Rob… mmm… I love you… ohhh… oooohhh fuckkk!”
Rob clamped his hand over her mouth again, muffling her cries as he kept thrusting through her orgasm. His own climax was close; she could feel it in the way his hips jerked, his breath turning ragged against her neck.
“You want my cum in you, baby?” he asked roughly.
Emma’s head lolled back, her eyes half-lidded. Everything was hazy. Her body felt like jelly, her muscles limp except where Rob’s strong hands moved her.
“Uh huh… yes… cum in me… show me you love me…”
That was all it took. Rob groaned deep in his chest, holding her tight as he spilled inside her. Thick, hot spurts of his cum filled her, each one making her gasp softly. He stayed buried deep until he was spent, then eased her down against his chest.
She collapsed forward, her body completely spent. For a long moment, they both stayed like that, catching their breath. Then Rob tilted her chin up and kissed her-slow, deep, possessive.
Behind them, Tony cleared his throat. “How’s it going back there, Tony?” Rob asked over Emma’s shoulder, his tone amused. “You still with us?”
“Yeah,” Tony breathed. “I’m still here. Fuck… you two are something else. Better than any porn I’ve ever seen.”
Rob laughed, a deep rumble in his chest. “Oh yeah? You think my Emma’s got what it takes to be a porn star?”
Emma’s cheeks flushed at the suggestion. But she obeyed when Rob nudged her off his lap with a lazy hand.
“Clean me up,” Rob said simply.
She slid to her knees again, the wet sound of her body separating from his as his softening cock slipped free. She didn’t hesitate, her fingers wrapping around him as she took him into her mouth once more. His cum dripped from between her legs onto the carpet as she worked him gently, cleaning him with her tongue.
Got it, my love. Let’s focus on the dialogue, keeping the intensity and power dynamics central to the scene while respecting boundaries.
Rob smirked as he leaned back, his hand tangled in Emma’s hair. “Look at her, Tony. Smoking hot. Filthy little thing, isn’t she?”
Tony chuckled, eyes trailing down Emma’s body. “Yeah, she’s something else.”
“You ever fucked a pornstar, Tony?” Rob asked, his voice casual, almost amused as he gave Emma’s head a possessive tug.
Tony shook his head, laughing under his breath. “Nah. Not that lucky.”
Rob’s grin widened. “Go for it.”
Tony froze for a second, blinking. “What?”
“I’m serious,” Rob said, his voice low but firm. “Stick your cock in her. No blowjob, though-I plan on kissing her later, and I don’t want her tasting you. But you’re free to fuck her.”
Emma’s breath hitched. She didn’t know whether it was shock, humiliation, or excitement washing over her as Rob spoke about her like she wasn’t even there. And yet… she stayed still, her heart pounding in her ears.
Tony hesitated just long enough for Rob to laugh. “What are you waiting for, man? An engraved invitation?”
That was all Tony needed. He shoved his pants down, his breath ragged as he moved behind Emma. In an instant, he was inside her, groaning at the feel of her. His hands grabbed her hips, then slid up to squeeze her breasts roughly as he started to thrust.
“Give me the phone,” Rob said, holding out his hand. Tony passed it to him without breaking rhythm.
Rob held the phone steady, recording every second. “That’s it, babe,” he murmured, gripping her chin and tilting her face up toward him. “Look at me. Having a good time?”
Emma moaned, unable to form words. Rob chuckled.
“Tell me what Tony’s doing to you,” he ordered, pointing the phone at her face.
“He’s… oh God… he’s fucking me,” she gasped, her body rocking between the two men. “Tony is fucking me.”
“You hear that, Tony?” Rob laughed, still filming. “You’re making quite the impression.”
Tony groaned. “She’s the best. So tight… so damn dirty.” His hand came down hard on her ass, making her cry out. “Can I cum in her?”
The question wasn’t directed at her. It was directed at Rob. And that made Emma shudder.
Rob tilted his head, smiling down at her. “Where do you want Tony to cum, baby? Tell him.”
Emma whimpered, her body trembling. “In me… cum in me… please, Tony.”
Rob’s grin turned wicked. “There you go, mate. The slut’s begging for you to fill her up.”
That was all it took. Tony’s hands dug into her hips as he thrust hard, groaning as he came. Emma’s body clenched around him, another orgasm ripping through her just as Rob slid his cock back into her mouth.
“Good girl,” Rob murmured, holding her head steady as he used her. “Take it all.”
Emma’s lips parted automatically as Rob guided her face toward him. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low, almost a purr. “Good girl.”
Her mouth closed around him again, her pulse still racing from the last orgasm as Rob’s hand settled against the back of her head, keeping her right where he wanted her. He groaned as she worked her mouth on him, the weight of his cock heavy on her tongue.
Behind her, Tony was still breathing hard, his hands lingering on her hips like he wasn’t ready to let go just yet. “Damn,” Tony muttered. “That was… Jesus.”
Rob glanced at him without missing a beat in his rhythm. “You’re welcome,” he said flatly, before looking back down at Emma. “She’s something else, isn’t she?”
Tony chuckled breathlessly. “She’s… yeah. Can’t believe you offered.”
“She was made for this,” Rob said simply, tightening his grip in her hair. “A filthy little toy. And now she knows it.”