I stare at the floor, at my tanned and toned legs. I didn’t come this far to bow out, but I’m angry.
Come here,” Eric says, grabbing my arm. “I know what will fix this once and for all.”
I narrow my eyes…but like, fuck, babes. He’s so fucking sexy when he gets all commanding like this…you’d follow him to the bed, too.
“You want to fucking binge?” Eric says, unbuckling his belt. “We’ll give you something to fucking binge on, then.”
“Low cal,” Chase adds, unbuckling his own belt. “High in protein, too.”
“So tell me, Kara,” Eric says. “Do you fucking want it?”
My eyes slide back and forth across their bodies, thinking about it.
Fuck. They’re hot. They’re way too fucking hot.
I can always have a cheeseburger after, I guess.
I lay back on the bed and feel them moving in on me, undressing themselves as they go.
“Give it to me, then.”
Kara
If I was looking for a snack, these guys are way more than a mouthful.
Chase comes up behind me on the bed, pulling my wrists upwards and holding them in place. His cock rests over my shoulder, getting longer and harder and thicker by the minute.
I want to fucking suck it. I want to take it into my mouth and forget about everything else—everything that’s upset me today and how frustrated I am that my sexy new body has started causing so many fucking problems for me.
I can’t decide what was worse: the way that people treated me when I was fat, or the way people treat me now that I’m fit and hot and conform to their ideals of beauty.
When I was fat, people just had the decency to ignore me. At worst, they’d shoot me dirty looks like I was taking up too much space.
But now that I’m fit and curvy in all the right places (but none of the wrong ones), I’m seeing the world in a different light. I’m getting way too much attention, and if I have to relive the day I’ve had today, I would honestly rather gain all the weight back.
It’s a hard to take body image off your mind—especially when two sexy men are currently relieving you of your silk robe and stripping you naked so they can use you for their pleasure.
Part of me feels like I’ll never give pleasure to anyone. The words that the paparazzo said to me are still fresh in my mind—and maybe he’s right. Maybe I am still fat on the inside.
But another part of me—the more desperate, visceral, present part—knows that I want all the dick I can get right now.
There’s nothing worse than being too deep into your own thoughts, after all.
I’d rather have something else too deep into my body instead.
One cock or two—I don’t mind, as long as they belong to my men.
I turn my head to kiss Chase’s cock as it throbs against my shoulder. Meanwhile, Eric moves between my thighs.
“Spread them fucking wide for me, Kara,” Eric says, running his hands up and down the thin skin on my inner thighs. Every time he slides his hands up my body, my pussy throbs faster and faster in hopefulness. Every time he moves his away, my pussy aches for his fingers to come closer next time.
But while Eric has set out to tease me and make me beg for him, Chase isn’t nearly so patient of a man. As my lips find his dick, he grabs my hair and forces my mouth against his cock.
“That’s right, Kara,” he growls. “Suck on it. Lick my fucking cock, you saucy little whore. You want something to eat? I’ll feed you my fuckin’ cum and we’ll see how hungry you are then.”
“We’ve got big fucking loads ready for you, Kara,” Eric says, dipping his lips to my pussy and kissing my cunt up and down. “All you have to do is beg.”
“Beg…and fucking take it,” Chase adds, rubbing his cock all over my fucking face.