Page 68 of Psycho Pack

The ways I want to take her apart and put her back together again...

"You're absolutely right," I purr, unable to keep the predatory edge from my voice. "We've only just begun."

My mind races with possibilities as I drink in the sight of Ivy, flushed and trembling. The hunger in her eyes stokes the fire burning in my veins. I want to push her further, to see just how much she can take.

"Tell me, little one," I purr, my voice low and controlled despite the need thrumming through me. "Do you think you could handle both of us at once?"

Ivy's eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and curiosity flickering across her features. "Do you mean… both of you inside me?" she asks carefully. "Is that even possible?"

The innocence in her tone sends a fresh wave of heat through me. I lean in closer, my breath ghosting over her ear. "We can try," I murmur. "And if it's too much, one of us can always use your other hole."

A deep blush spreads across her cheeks at my words. I can practically see the gears turning in her head as she considers the possibilities. Her teeth worry at her lower lip, a gesture that makes my cock throb with renewed interest.

"I want to try," she says finally, her voice soft but determined.

"Are you sure?" I ask softly. "It might hurt."

She hesitates, then nods.

I don't have to be convinced further.

My hands tremble slightly as I guide Ivy into position over Whiskey's prone form. Her skin is flushed as she glances with wary hunger at our hard cocks, a light sheen of sweat making herglow in the dim light. She's so tiny compared to us. I drink in every detail, committing it to memory.

"Easy now," I murmur, my voice low and controlled despite the hunger raging through me. "We'll go slow."

Whiskey's chest heaves as he gulps in air, his face slick with Ivy's arousal. His honey-brown eyes are dark with a mixture of lingering embarrassment and renewed hunger as Ivy settles over his hips. His cock stands rigid, already recovered and leaking.

I position myself behind Ivy, my chest pressed against her back. The heat of her skin burns through the layers of borrowed shirts she's wearing. My cock throbs almost painfully, but I force myself to focus.

This isn't about me.

It's about her.

About pushing limits.

About control.

My turn will come.

"Are you ready?" I ask, my lips brushing the shell of her ear.

She nods, a soft whimper escaping her as I guide her hips down. The head of Whiskey's cock presses against her entrance, already slick from her previous orgasm and his eager tongue. I hold her steady as she sinks down, taking him inch by inch.

Whiskey lets out a strangled groan, his hands flexing uselessly against the stone floor. "Fuck," he hisses through clenched teeth. "Fuck."

I can feel the tension in Ivy's body as she adjusts to the stretch. Her breath comes in short gasps, head falling back against my shoulder.

"You're doing so well," I praise her, my voice rough with need. "Just relax."

When she's fully seated on Whiskey's cock, his swollen knot bumping against her folds, I line myself up. The angle is awkward, but I manage to press the head of my cock againsther stretched entrance and it slides in just enough alongside Whiskey's shaft.

She tenses, a soft cry escaping her lips.

"Shh," I soothe, stroking her sides. "We've got you. Tell us if it's too much."

She nods, whimpering again, digging her nails into Whiskey's broad chest for purchase. He grunts, eyes rolling back into his head as she draws beads of blood on his flushed tan skin.

Slowly, so slowly, I push forward. The tight heat engulfs me, made even tighter by Whiskey's massive cock already filling her. It takes every ounce of self-control not to thrust in hard and fast. Not to take and claim. Instead, I ease in carefully, giving her time to adjust with each inch.

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