Page 67 of Deadmen's Queen

I moaned loudly, my body arching back against Tristan’s chest. The sensation of them both inside me was overwhelming, the pleasure building and crashing over me in waves. I could feel them both throbbing inside me, their bodies tensed as they pounded into me relentlessly.

“Look at her,” Nate’s voice was raw with desire. “She's taking us both so easily. And she loves it.”

Their rhythmic thrusts grew harder, faster; their grunts of pleasure louder and more primal. My body felt stretched open, penetrated to the hilt by both men simultaneously. The feeling was raw and intense, and it wasn’t much longer before they pushed me to the edge of another breathtaking climax.

I screamed their names as waves of pleasure ripped through me. My body tightened around them, spasming in pleasure, drawing cries from them both. My cries echoed throughout the room as waves of pleasure washed over me. Tristan and Nate didn't slow their pace though. Instead, their thrusts became even more relentless.

As the aftershocks of my orgasm subsided, Tristan groaned out behind me. “Fuck, I'm close...”

Nate brought his hand between us to play with my clit again. He started rubbing it in quick circles that sent shockwaves through my overly sensitive body.

“You’re going to come again,” he told me. “And then Tristan and I are going to fill you with our cum so I can see it dripping from your ass and your sweet little pussy, do you understand me?”

I looked down at him, barely able to focus, but I nodded, my words gone. His hand moved up my body, wrapping around my throat and I moaned as he squeezed.

“Nate,” said Tristan, doubt in his voice.

“She’s fine,” Nate said, tightening his grip. “Feel how wet she’s getting, Tris. She fucking loves it. Now fuck her hard. Make her scream for me.”

Tristan complied immediately, thrusting into me harder and faster. My body shook with the intensity of it, sandwiched between their bodies. I felt myself spiralling again, my vision blurring as the pleasure mounted.

I could feel another orgasm building up in me as Tristan's thrusts became even more relentless. His fingers dug into the soft flesh of my hips, holding me steady as he drove into me with everything he had.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, as the pressure built even higher than before. Nate thrusts up deep into me, rolling my clit between his fingers, and the pleasure that had been simmering beneath the surface exploded. I screamed, my body convulsing as the orgasm hit me like a freight train. I felt a hot flood of liquid between my thighs, and Nate moaned.

“Fuck, yes baby, just like that!”

“Paige,” Tristan groaned out from behind me, his movements growing frantic, signalling his approaching release. As he slammed into me with a final thrust, he let out a guttural growl and came inside me.

Nate groaned under me, and I reached down, waves of pleasure still crashing through me, and dragged my nails over his chest, leaving red marks where I scored his skin.

“Fuck!” he shouted, slamming up into me again, his body arching under me. I watched his head tip back as he came hard. His fingers tightened around my neck, digging in as his cock jerked inside me, till finally he opened his eyes, gasping for breath, and released me.

“You were fucking amazing, Paige,” he said huskily.

“She was. That's now my favourite way to start the day,” Tristan said after a moment, a playful lilt in his voice as he kissed along my shoulder, gently easing himself out of me.

I collapsed onto Nate’s chest, breathing hard and not wanting to move, loving the feel of his cock still inside me.

“I’m going to have a shower,” Tristan said, trailing his finger through my curls. “I suggest you two do as well, or you’ll be late for classes.”

“Mmm…” I said, and I heard Tristan laughing as he left the room.

I lay there for a moment, tracing the vines and black roses that ran over Nate’s chest, feeling the raised lines of flesh underneath where his skin was permanently scarred.

“Why did you get these tattoos?” I asked.

“Don’t you like them?”

“I love them. I’ve always wanted some myself, I just wasn’t allowed to. I just wondered if there was a reason.”

“You’d look sexy with tattoos,” said Nate. “I got these when I turned eighteen. Showed up and demanded for them all to be done in one sitting. I’d decided I’d had enough of living like a victim.”

“They cover your scars. Where did you get them?”

Nate sighed. “From him. From beatings, and from… he liked to make me bleed. He would cut me to watch it run down my body.”

“I'm so sorry, Nate,” I said quietly.

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