Page 41 of Revengeful Punks (Dolls and Douchebags)

“So fucking tight, Tillie,” Nicky rasps out, sweat sliding down his chest as he inches forward, moving his cock right alongside Tey’s.

I can only moan, holding still as Tey lifts his hips under me to pump his cock with small jerks until my inner muscles start to relax around them.

“Fuck.”

“So tight.”

“Ah!”

I’m not sure who’s cursing, or if I’m screaming. All I can feel is deliciously stuffed to the max. They bottom out at the same time and stop so my body can adjust, but I just want them to move. It’s too much. I wiggle in between their bodies, loving their agonized groans of pleasure as I move. Nicky starts to pull out, Tey doing the same before they slide right back in with one long, smooth glide. At this point, I’m pulling Tey’s hair so hard but he just thrusts his cock into me harder.

“Please, fuck me. Harder,” I plead, needing them not to treat me like I’m breakable.

“You want more?” Nicky pants, leaning forward with his left hand supporting him by gripping the back of the chaise lounge behind my shoulder.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chant as Tey grips my waist with both hands, his nails digging in hard enough to draw blood as he jackhammers himself into me from below.

Nicky’s abs flex as he rolls his hips, taking his time fucking me and ignoring my frustrated whimpers.

“You beg so prettily. Say please,” Nicky says in a deep voice that causes my pussy to clench around them.

“Please,” I whisper shakily, my legs already quivering.

Tey slows down as my pussy flutters around them, my orgasm right there. He glides his hands down my sides, the callouses making me shiver, and I have to wonder what it would feel like if he was cutting off my air. Would the rough pads of his palms hurt? I want that. I need it like I need my next breath.

Tey slides his hands around my thighs, gripping the insides and hooking my legs over his inner elbows until I’m laying back on his stomach with my ass in the air. I’m so completely spread open that they probably know my body better than I do.

“Say it louder,” Nicky grunts out before sliding in until he can’t go any farther. I can feel him bump Tey’s cock as they both slide out together before slamming back inside.

“Please. Hurt me!” I shout, turning my head to the side so they can’t see the shame in my eyes at my confession, that I need pain mixed in with my pleasure.

“I knew you were made for us the moment I saw you,” Tey pronounces through each hard thrust, fucking me faster and faster while digging his fingers so deep into the thick part of my thighs that I know I’ll have bruises.

I finally turn my gaze back to Nicky when he doesn’t say anything, his pace never changing, and burning, green eyes swallow me whole. There's so much desire and need in that one single look.

“Say it again,” he grits through his teeth.

“Hurt me,” I plead, this time without looking away, seeing the flash of admiration in his gaze.

“Don’t worry, pet. I’ll hurt you so good, you’ll be screaming around our cocks and begging for more,” Nicky warns before he draws almost all the way out of me as I glance down.

His cock is shiny with my juices, making the colors of his tattoo stand out more so it almost looks like the dragon is going to devour me. He slams into me, slides out just as fast, and does it again and again. In and out, his control starts to slip away as he fucks me hard and rough. Tey keeps up with him, his groans deep in my ear as he glances over my shoulder to see my breasts bouncing with every hard thrust.

“This fucking pussy, milking our cocks. Our slut,” Tey claims and clamps his teeth onto my neck, breaking skin until I feel the wet drops of blood trailing down to my breasts and navel.

Nicky watches with hungry eyes. I’m pretty sure Dom’s chair is destroyed as I hear a ripping sound over my head where Nicky is gripping the back of the lounge. With his other hand, he squeezes my breast before letting go and making me yelp when he slaps my nipple.

Back and forth, he switches until my nipples burn and are a bright red. He flicks his gaze up from my breasts and must see the tension on my face.

“More?” he asks, but he already knows the answer.

I nod, my breathing erratic. My eyes dilate as he wraps his fingers around my throat, a light hold, as if testing me until it tightens with each hard thrust.

“Fuck. Choke her, Nicholas. I’m going to come. Your cock feels so good sliding against mine, all slippery and hard in this tight pussy.” Tey’s voice becomes gravelly, his cock pumping into me so fast that my inner muscles clench and flutter.

I’m about to come. I feel every nerve ending from the roots of my hair to the tips of my toes. I can’t catch my breath as Nicky cuts off my air supply, his face blurry as white dots dance in my vision.

“Come for us. Right fucking now!” Nicky growls, thrusting so hard and fast that the lounge chair scrapes against the flooring, moving with each slap of his hips against my ass.

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