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    Martinson threaded his hand in her hair and held her firm. He slid the thumb from his other hand into her mouth, pressing it open. Then he pushed his cock in between her lips. “You want to take this whole dick, don’t you, sweetness? Every inch. Yeah you do, I can see it in your eyes.”
    He started pumping in and out of her mouth, even as Black continued to play with her. He’d worked two fingers into her pussy, and he thrust in time with Martinson. Then Black’s mouth closed over her clit and he sucked, hard.
    The orgasm struck her suddenly, almost painful in its intensity. She screamed around Martinson’s cock, and he cursed, fucking her mouth harder. He’d worked his way into the back of her throat, and she this time she didn’t gag, even as the orgasm racked her body.
    Black started working his cock into her. He cursed at her tightness, straining in and out slowly to work in more than the tip.
    “So damn tight,” he ground out. “Fuck. You need to feel this, Lawrence.”
    At the mention of Lawrence’s name, her eyes fluttered open and she met his gaze. His neck was tense, strained. And he was pumping his cock faster now. The bulbous head was dark and his balls had to be ready to burst, but he kept a steady pace. The man’s control was staggering. What would it be like to have that control, not only directing what happened to her body, but also pushing into her? Forcing her to take all he could give, for as long as he cared to give it?
    “I’m about to if you don’t take care of her,” Lawrence said to Black.
    Black gripped her hips tightly, and then thrust the rest of the way into her, forcing her body to adjust to his size. Her moan was muted by Martinson pushing into her mouth steadily. Fucking her mouth. It wasn’t a blowjob, she realized. Not when she had zero control.
    But the thought didn’t worry her as Black penetrated her, because she couldn’t even grasp her thoughts long enough to linger over it. Her body flared at the sudden fullness. Her pussy, her mouth. It was almost too much. She tried to pull back from Martinson even as his pace increased. She was desperate, and her gaze sought Lawrence.
    “Relax,” he said. His eyes grounded her, and she felt herself relaxing.
    Black found a rhythm that Martinson matched. Together, they moved like a single unit. One filling her mouth—thrusting in and out so quickly that she had to time her breathing—the other taking her pussy like she’d never been taken before.
    Finally Martinson cried out, and his grip on her hair tightened painfully. Then he seemed to almost lose control as he pumped frantically, and his semen released into her throat, filling her mouth with so much of the salty liquid she had to work to swallow it all. He waited until there was nothing left to swallow before he pulled himself all the way out.
    Black was driving himself in and out of her, no longer finding her body resistant to his hard rhythm. She was too wet, too stretched by his engorged cock. But she could feel the fullness, her body taking all he could give.
    It was so good, so perfect. She whimpered. “Please. I need it. Please!”
    “Fuck her harder,” Lawrence said, voice rough.
    Martinson reached down to play roughly with her breasts while Black rocked in and out of her so hard she could feel the head of his dick ram against her cervix. Pain mixed with pleasure, intermingling in a way that she couldn’t wrap her mind around. Then one of Martinson’s hands moved to pinch her clit, hard.
    She moaned, long and loud. Not even caring how it sounded, how needy she must look.
    “Want to fuck her ass,” Black said breathlessly, and she felt one of his thumbs on her crown. She shied away, but the slight, forbidden touch, along with everything else, pushed her over the edge, and the orgasm rolled over. She cried out, a long, low sound that barely registered as human to her ears.
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” Black demanded, still thrusting in and