Page 104 of Ready Or Not

Riley’s finger presses into my ass, and I hiss, sucking in a breath. But she doesn’t stop, just pumps it in and out. “Nasty girl. You look so good riding him and me at the same time.”

I groan. The stimulation on my clit, my G-spot, and my ass is overwhelming. Riley doesn’t give me much time and adds a second finger. This time, it stretches a little more, and I grunt, causing her to give a throaty moan.

Manson locks eyes with me. His gaze is unsettling in its perception, and I look away. It’s like he can see all the way down to my soul—like he can see the lonely, scared, hurt girl who got swooped up by two tornados of power and possessiveness. It’s like he can see how much I want them. And that scares the shit out of me.

I gasp when I feel the tip of Riley’s strap-on against my ass.

“Easy.” Manson strokes my arm gently. “Relax and let us in.”

Riley presses in, and I jump, trying to get away. Manson just presses me back down. “No, no. Let us in, Rachel.”

The stretch is painful and feels weird, and I’m clenching down, trying to keep the sensations down.

“The tip is in, relax.” Riley snakes a hand around to where Manson’s stroking my clit. I feel their hands war for a second,then Riley’s takes over. She immediately rolls my clit in her fingers, making a jolt of pleasure run through me.

“There you go, good girl.” Her voice is the same calming, rich tone that I remember from the first time I met her. Manson’s hand moves up to my tits, grabbing a nipple and playing with it. Despite the pain in my ass, his touch is gentle, and a shiver of shame washes through me as I enjoy his touch. But I lean into the bite of pain as Riley rocks slowly into me. The sensations wash together in a blissful wave, crashing over my body in warm tingles.

“Good girl. Good lord, you’re taking both of us. What a good little slut.” I feel Riley grind up behind me, her breath heavy in my ear.

Manson picks up his pace, thrusting into me from below. “So…tight.”

Riley’s fingers and Manson’s fingers, and both of them inside me, are winding me up faster than I’ve ever felt. Everything is tense and pleasurable at the same time, and it all builds in my chest until I let out a low moan.

Manson’s dick jerks and Riley groans. They build me slowly until I’m on the edge of wild pleasure, and then, with a pinch of Riley’s fingers, she shoves me over the edge. I come, moaning, losing myself to the pleasure exploding in me. Losing myself to them. The pleasure washes over me in waves, and I just…let go.

As soon as I come down off the high, both Riley and Manson pick up the pace. It’s overwhelming and overstimulating with a bite of pain in the best way possible. I throw my head back, coming again.

“That’s it, what a nasty girl.” Riley’s voice is husky. “Come all over Manson’s dick while I own your pretty little ass.”

They fuck me through that orgasm, then another and another. The stimulation quickly gets to be too much, and I squirm, trying to get away.

“Fuck,” Manson pants out, holding me still. “Yes, just like that.”

They work me higher and higher until the pain blends with the pleasure, and I can’t tell the difference anymore. The letdown of the emotions from thinking they were going to kill me hits me all at once, and I think a few tears escape.

Vaguely, I hear Manson demand, “Come, Riley.”

“You first.”

There’s some shuffling, then we’re on our sides, and Manson’s hand is banded over me, reaching between us to Riley’s pussy. My head is buzzing with the mix of orgasms, but I hear Riley groan and feel Manson moving.

“Fuck…you,” she breathes, her whole body stiffening. As soon as she stiffens, Manson comes, his dick jerking in me, feeling so tight with the dildo up my ass.

We all lay there for a minute, gasping, sucking in air. It takes me a while to come down from the fuzzy feeling. For some reason, all I can think about is we’re on a bed. We’re on a bed, and Riley seems okay.

After a few more minutes, Riley groans and rolls out of bed. “I’m starving.”

Manson just moves to bury his nose in my hair.

“I’ll make some food.” I hear her pad out of the room and move downstairs.

I shift. I should probably get up.

Manson holds me still. When he talks, his voice is gruff, “Just so you know, I want you here too.”

I try to pull back to look at him, but he just holds me harder, holding me still. “I like you. You’re logical and even-headed. You’re also good for Riley. You ground her, and that’s something I’ve been trying to do for a long time.”

I swallow.

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