Page 32 of Hung Up

“Relax, sweetheart, let me in,” he cooed, trying to push the dildo in next to his cock.

“Fuck, Pierce, I don’t think it’s going to fit.” I groaned as he tried again. My voice wobbled despite my heady arousal. It was impossible . . . right?

“I’ll make it fit,” he growled and it zapped straight to my clit.

My legs fell open and my hips rutted forward as Pierce shoved the dildo in beside his cock. The tip slipped inside of me and I groaned, the fullness almost too much to bear. Pierce grabbed the lube and drizzled it over my entrance and the cocks currently fighting to stay inside of me.

“Oh, fuck,” Pierce moaned, his hips stuttering as he worked the dildo in further. It slipped in another inch. “I didn’t think about how it would feel for me.”

My gaze snapped to where we were joined, to the large dildo that was mostly inside of me. Fuck, how did I fit those massive cocks in at the same time?

Goddamn, it felt amazing.

Pierce rolled his hips, and I felt both cocks sliding against each other. The ridges and veins filled me and drove me mad with pleasure.

Pierce whimpered and my gaze snapped to him. He bit his lip and his eyes were scrunched as he rutted inside of me.

“How do my cocks feel, Harper? Tell me, let me hear you.”

“Pierce,” I whispered as I wrapped a hand around the back of his neck.

Pierce met my gaze, and the arousal that dripped from his stare almost melted me.

“I—can’t—” I tried to speak, but his rhythmic thrusts choked the words from my lips. The two cocks sliding inside of me should’ve felt unnatural, but the pleasure was too great for me to care. I was careening towards that cliff once again, and this time there wasn’t anyone to pull me back at the last second.

Pierce snapped his hips to mine, thrusting against the dildo and rutting into me. The vibrations of the cock ring rippled over us and I stuttered, my pussy clamping down on his hot length. Thrust for thrust, it was all I could do to meet him as I barreled towards my orgasm.

“I’m going to come, Pierce.” My voice was breathy as I panted.

“That’s it, baby, come on my cocks. You can do it.”

Pierce’s command washed over me and my mind went blank except for the pleasure he wrung from me.

My orgasm stole the breath from my lungs, curling my toes as I trembled on the cocks I was impaled on. My cunt pulsed in time with my heartbeat, which raced as I whimpered. Pierce ducked down and captured my moans with his lips, fucking my mouth with his tongue while he continued to drill into me.

Moments later, he spilled inside me, his hips thrusting one last time as he held his form against my body. His cock pulsed and twitched against the fake cock, before he pulled them both out slowly.

I winced as they slipped free, the sudden emptiness surprising.

Pierce reached a hand down to strum lightly at my opening, easing the loss with each stroke. He tossed the rubber cock off towards the direction of the bathroom, before flipping the duvet over and tucking us under the covers. His body wrapped around mine, holding me as we calmed our breathing together.

“You did so well, love.”

My heart stuttered, his praise sinking into my bones, warming them from the inside out.

“You took me so well, Harper.” His voice sounded so far away. Pierce dropped a kiss to my forehead.

“Careful, Pierce,” I barely managed. “Keep saying stuff like that and I may never let you go.”

Pierce chuckled and I tucked myself further into his side, trying to hide my smile. Our legs tangled together, an apt metaphor for how entwined Pierce already felt in my life.

The darkness beckoned me, sleep calling my name. Minutes after our breath evened, I slipped deeper into the twilight zone.

“Who says I would ever let you?” His words were hushed, almost indistinguishable between the crickets chirping and white noise of my fan.

I wasn’t sure if he meant for me to hear them.

Note to self: All this beauty, and yet she

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