Page 119 of A Debt of Darkness

Henry growls and I shake, clenching around his fingers as I practically come for him.

“I’m so fucking close, Master. Please.”

Ryan sucks air between his teeth and Matt leans forward, eyes pleading with me to give Henry what he needs. What we need to get the release we’re denied until I do.

I groan and give in. “I need your cock, Master. Please. I…”

“Good girl.”

Henry’s hands release his belt and I moan, increasingly frantic now I’m so close to getting what I need. Matt arches his back and writhes against Ryan, seeking the release he needs.

“Beg, babe.”

Matt doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll fucking die if you don’t fuck me. Ryan, I swear, I’m going to fucking explode if your cock doesn’t come inside me. I fucking need your fucking cock and you’re not going to be a dick about it.”

Ryan hisses.

“I’ve been good. I’ve fucking begged. I’ll fucking crawl over the fucking floor if that’s what it fucking takes, but this is fucking killing me and you fucking know it. I need your cock, Ryan, and you need to fuck me. So stop dicking around and shove your cock in my ass and make us both see stars.”

Henry’s cock circles my entrance and I buck, trying to change the angle and allow him better access. I’m grindingand writhing, doing everything I can to slide him inside me, staring at Matt and pleading with him to give Ryan what he needs.

We’re caught in each other’s emotions and arousal, but I’m only with Henry. I’m his and he is mine and we’re together, excited for and with each other. I exhale and his mouth plays on my neck, as Matt begs Ryan and I wait, desperate for Henry to finally fuck me.

Ryan nods and Henry grabs my collar. I grab a lung full of air and Henry thrusts into me, pulling me onto his cock and making me scream. My cry mingles with Matt’s, while Henry and Ryan roar in unison.

“Good fucking boy,” Ryan says, stroking Matt’s back. “Isn’t it better when you take my cock like a good fucking boy?”

Matt hums a response and Ryan smacks his ass.

“Don’t think I won’t deprive you of my cock. I fucking will unless you’re a good fucking boy for me.” Ryan slams into Matt and he cries out. “Tell me what you are.”

“A good fucking boy.”

Ryan slams into him again and I groan, almost coming at the sight and sound of them.

“Who loves your fucking cock in my ass,” Matt adds, groaning as Ryan rewards him with gentler strokes. “You feel so fucking good, Ryan. You always feel so fucking good.”

I clench around Henry and he moans, holding me by the collar as he fucks me without restraint. My pussy’s so damn full, and the pleasure and pain are exquisite, merging and heightening every single sensation sweeping through me. I’m hot and breathless, chasing an even higher high as Henry holds me on the edge of climax, thrusting hard enough that the pain denies me the pleasure of an orgasm.

“Matt comes first, lea,” he says. “He’s been such a good boyfor Ryan. You wait, pet.”

“Yes, Master.”

Matt moans and Ryan’s rhythm quickens. Their hips connect and their breathing syncs, both working together as they drive themselves toward their climax. Matt’s still hard and Ryan refuses to play with his cock, leaving it twitching and throbbing and leaking precum everywhere.

“Just my cock, babe,” he says. “You’re coming on my cock tonight.”

Ryan lowers Matt’s head and his thrusts harden as Matt cries and moans in pleasure. His hands curl into fists and he strains as Ryan builds Matt’s arousal with an expertise that leaves me breathless. Ryan knows every inch of his partner’s body and they move with the ease and trust of two people completely comfortable with each other. Completely connected and truly intimate.

“We have that too,” Henry whispers. “You’re fucking perfect, Ivy. Made for me. In every fucking way. Your body. Your soul. Your perfect pussy strangles my cock so damn tight it hurts.”

His thrusts turn harder and the heat inside me turns into an inferno. I’m dangerously close, struggling to hold back an orgasm that will shatter me, watching Ryan fucking Matt as they both lose themselves in each other.

Matt’s fingers lace through Ryan’s and they groan together, breathing and moaning as one. Moving as one. Chasing pleasure as one. And when Matt tips his head back, Ryan drops his, bringing them even closer together.

“Come for me, babe.”

Ryan’s thrusts turn erratic as he loses all control, giving in to the ecstasy of his climax. He roars and cries as he pulls Matt back, and Matt’s back arches as his body tenses and his cock jerks against his stomach. He turns to face Ryan, staringat him like he’s everything he ever wanted, and comes—hard—spraying come onto the floor between us.

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