Page 76 of Ruining Vanessa

“It’s… uncomfortable,” Vanessa whimpers. “Both of you. It’s so much.”

“But you can take it,” Slayer says against her neck. “You’ve taken it before.”

It was Giulio and Slayer last time, and I’m larger than both of them, but I know she can take it. Her body was made for this, made for us.

“It’s only a finger,” I tell her. “I can feel it through you. It’s going to be amazing when there’s another cock in there, rubbing at you from all directions. You like that thought? You’re already so red.”

I finally unbutton the shirt she’s wearing so I can reach her chest. I lean up and suck gently on one nipple, earning a sharp gasp from her as a reward.

Slayer presses a second finger inside of her, slowly starting to thrust them in and out as he begins to stretch her. His look is one of utter concentration as he stands there, and he’s obviously taking this duty seriously.

Giulio might fuck with him about his cock size, but Slayer could still hurt Vanessa if she’s not prepped properly.

Vanessa lets out a strangled-sounding moan, squirming more and only serving to push herself back against Slayer’s fingers—and rising and falling, just a little, on my cock and making me groan in the process.

I release her nipple and kiss her small breast. “Tell us,” I demand. “Tell us how good it feels.”

“It feels…” Vanessa starts, though her words almost immediately catch in her throat. “It feels good. But so much. Please, just one at a time.”

“Nuh-uh,” Slayer says, nibbling on the side of her neck. “You’ll love it just as much as you did last time. I bet you’re gonna come so hard on Damien’s cock, squeeze him into you so you can get knocked up with his babies.”

Vanessa’s hands on my shoulders clench, and our eyes meet. For a split second, she looks almost sad. I give a miniscule shake of my head, hoping she gets the message.

Slayer doesn’t need to know. And even if he did, he doesn’t need to know now.

“Giulio’s babies,” I growl. “No matter who knocks her up. Giulio’s babies.” I slide my hand over her stomach, imagining how she’ll look with a swollen stomach. Regardless of who gets her pregnant, she’ll be radiant and so, so hot.

“Giulio’s babies,” Slayer agrees easily enough, and I can feel it when he shoves a third finger inside of Vanessa. “Almost ready,” he announces. “Sorry to make you wait, Damien, but, well… She’s already stretched out pretty good. Damn, man.”

“She’s eager for you,” I say. “I can feel her flutter around my cock. Desperate. Are you desperate, Vanessa?”

Her expression looks bleak, though she’s still flushed and her lips are slightly parted. She gives a slight nod but doesn’t offer any words to go with it. That’s okay. She’ll be making plenty of noise soon enough, when Slayer slides inside of her and I finally begin to thrust.

As though reading my mind, Slayer pulls back. I hear the slap of skin on slick skin, and next thing I know, he’s pushing into her ass.

Vanessa cries out, and Slayer leans down to kiss her upper shoulder. “Shh,” he tells her almost… gently. “It’s okay. It’ll feel so good in just a minute.”

It already feels good to me. His cock slides against mine, only a thin wall between us, and Vanessa clenches, sending pleasure rolling through me. I exhale loudly and bury my mouth against her neck, sucking hard on her skin.

“It’s too much,” she whimpers, shaking her head a little. “P-please, I can’t…”

“You can,” Slayer answers, rolling his hips. He has one hand on the couch and the other on her stomach to brace himself, and I can feel every single one of his movements.

It’s almost too much, but I don’t want to spend so early. I keep myself perfectly still and try to breathe through the pleasure, focusing instead on making Vanessa feel good.

Slayer takes a moment to force himself deeper inside of her.

“You ready, Vanessa?” I ask when Slayer finally fills her completely. “We’re going to move inside you now. Slowly, at first. All right?”

It doesn’t really matter if she says she’s ready or not. When she starts to shake her head, I just give her a kiss.

Slayer takes the hint, starting to thrust inside of her. It jars us both, forcing her to rise a little on my cock and settle back down, clenching the whole time. Slayer groans and picks up the pace almost immediately, though he still seems to at least be cognizant of not hurting her. “Play with… her clit,” he tells me through stifled groans. “I want to feel her come around both of us.”

“Don’t!” Vanessa hisses, but I ignore her and let my hand drop between us.

She cries out as I begin to massage her clit, and I feel her tighten up in response.

“Why not?” I ask, making sure to continue my movements. “Why shouldn’t we make you feel good?”

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