Page 103 of Ready Or Not

I’m completely frozen. Riley…likes me?

“You’re stuck now.” Riley snakes her hand around to mess with my other nipple. “If you ever try to leave, I’ll end you.”

“You’re really bad at this.” Manson shakes his head at Riley.

“So are you, dickhead. So we’re even.”

Both of their fingers are driving me mad. I arch my back to get away from the pressure, but they just follow me. Manson chuckles. “Yeah, keep struggling. Just like that.” He rocks his dick against my leg.

“Fuck yeah, Rachel. You look so good helpless.” Riley gets up, and as she does, Manson flips us. I gasp, suddenly on top of him, looking down. He arches into me, his hands gripping my arms, keeping us pinned even in this position. He grins at me. “Ready?”

“Ready?” I repeat, feeling hands on my shorts, and they’re ripped down. I cry out, turning to see Riley has come back. She’s grinning at me with something in her hand. It’s small and plastic, and it’s a…strap-on?

“We’re both gonna stuff you full. So full you stop questioning who you belong to.”

I jump, trying to scramble away. Manson takes advantage of me being up and rips my shorts the rest of the way off, inching his down as well.

“Both?” I squeak. I don’t know how they’re both gonna fit. The strap-on seemed relatively small, but I know Manson is big. I have no idea how this is going to work.

“Shhh.” Manson guides me back on him, so I’m on his dick. He grinds me up against it. “It’ll feel good.”

“Good? I’ve never–” Manson lifts me, effortlessly holding me right above him.

“Hmm, Manson. Looking a little…fired up here.” I see Riley’s hand grab his dick and pump.

Manson’s grip on me tightens just slightly. “Put it in.”

“So hard already. You look like you’re going to come.”

I feel tingly and worked up seeing Riley tease Manson right below me.

“Riley.” There’s a bark of darkness in his voice. “Put it in. Now.”

“Shesh.” I jump as I feel her tease his dick along my opening, shooting sensation through me. “Just trying to save you from embarrassing yourself.”

The tip of his dick slips inside me, and I already know he’s going to feel how wet I am. Sure enough, he flashes those green eyes at me, and the corner of his mouth kicks up. Then, in one movement, he impales me on his dick.

Pleasure and pain shoot through me, and I suck in a breath. Holy shit. Manson holds me still, eyes closed, breathing heavily.

Riley chuckles. “Called it. Don’t come now, or she’ll think you’re a bad lay.”

“She knows that’s not true.” Manson moves one hand from my arm to play with my clit. “Isn’t that right, Rachel?”

I glance at Riley, and she lifts an eyebrow as if to say: now’s your chance.

I don’t answer, and Manson just pumps into me once, forcing a breath of air out of me. “That’s okay. We’ll just repeat the last time then. See if we can beat our last record.”

His touch and his dick inside me are already making me feel so fucking good. I hear a snap behind me, and Riley has strapped her dildo on and is coating it in lube.

Fear rushes through me. “Where, what–”

“Shhh.” She presses into my back, tracing her hand down me. “Don’t encourage me, bambi. I’m trying to be nice.” Her fingerstrace down to my asshole, where she feathers them against my rim.

I clench, and Manson moans. The feeling isn’t unpleasant, just different.

“That’s right. We’re going to do what we want with our body, and you’re going to be a good girl and let us.” Riley’s voice is husky, and Manson slowly starts pumping into me.

My body erupts in goosebumps. They keep saying they own me, and I hate how hot it sounds. It touches something deep down inside me. Something that wants to let them do whatever they want.

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