Page 156 of Theirs to Corrupt

“I need you more than oxygen.”

“Take me?” I ask. I want to make this real, to feel them inside me.

Neither man needs a second invitation.

Link removes my shirt so fast that buttons pop off. Simultaneously Pax unfastens my jeans and pulls down the zipper.

Laughing, happier than I’ve ever been, I kick off my heels.

Maybe this is why I couldn’t find an apartment. I secretly wanted to be here, with them.

With frantic movements, they finish stripping me, their strong fingers tracing familiar paths over my skin. I shiver with anticipation, and my heart thunders. I’ve craved this, missed this—their touch, passion, possession.

Link captures my mouth in a searing kiss, his tongue sweeping in to claim me. Everything he demands, I happily give.

Behind me, Pax presses against my back, his hands roaming over my hips, my thighs, before sliding between my legs to cup my mound.

I moan into Link’s mouth as I buck my hips against Pax’s hand.

“You’re already wet,” Pax murmurs.

Yes.

I need this.

Link breaks the kiss, his breath ragged. “I want you over the back of the couch.” It’s an order, but the words are hoarse with desire.

Gently but firmly, Pax guides me into the living room.

Are there any limits to the new ways they want to claim me?

I have to lift onto my tiptoes to bend myself over the couch. And because I know they won’t be easy with me, I dig my fingers into the soft leather.

I look over my shoulder, watching as Link swiftly removes his clothes, his body lean and toned. Pax’s movements are efficient as he undresses to reveal his massive chest and muscular arms.

Both so different. Both so perfect.

Link’s cock is large and throbbing, seeming to arrow toward me. “You’re going to take me. All of me.”

I nod. I’ll die unless he enters me.

He places his hand on my back to hold me down, and Pax reaches between my legs, fingering me, making me squirm, making me ready.

He pulls away, and then Link takes me with a single, powerful thrust, filling me completely.

I scream his name, digging my fingers even deeper into the couch.

“Look at me.” Pax fists a hand in my hair as he turns my face in his direction.

They’ve trapped me, keeping me helpless.

With his free hand, Pax masturbates himself, his enormous cock getting even bigger. The thought of him filling me…

I’m on the edge, my body tensing around Link as he relentlessly makes up for lost time.

“You’re mine.” He presses his palm harder against my back, grounding me.

“Yes.”

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