Page 71 of Psycho Pack

We need to be.

I'm going to snap if I don't knot her.

"Not yet," I grit out, though I'm dangerously close to the edge myself. "Make it last."

Ivy writhes between us, her body trembling violently. Her pussy clenches rhythmically around our cocks, fluttering and pulsing as another orgasm builds. My fingers work faster on her swollen clit, determined to push her over the edge before we lose control.

"That's it," I murmur in her ear, my voice rough with need. "Come for us. Show us how much you love being stuffed full of our cocks. Be a good girl."

Ivy's whole body goes rigid at my words, her back arching at a sharp angle. A muffled scream tears from her throat as her orgasm crashes over her. Her inner walls clamp down on us like a vice, pulsing and fluttering frantically as she comes undone.

The added pressure is almost too much. But I fight it back, determined to make this last as long as possible.

Whiskey isn't so lucky. With a strangled roar, he bucks up hard enough to shove Ivy against my chest, driving impossibly deeper. His cock pulses against mine as he starts to come, flooding her already stuffed channel with hot spurts. I grit my teeth, desperately clinging to the last shreds of my control.

But it's a losing battle.

Ivy writhes between us, overstimulated and desperate. Her teeth find my hand again, biting down hard enough to draw more blood. It's enough to push me over the edge.

With a growl, I give in to the inevitable. My hips snap forward erratically as my orgasm tears through me. It crashes over me in overwhelming waves as I empty myself inside her alongside Whiskey. I don't know how I have anything left to give her, but I do.

Our combined release is too much for Ivy's overstretched channel. Come leaks out around our still-pulsing cocks, dripping down onto Whiskey's stomach in thick rivulets.

I continue grinding against her stomach, stroking us both through the aftershocks. Each pulse sends sparks shooting through my oversensitive nerves.

But I can't stop.

Don'twantto stop.

Ivy trembles violently between us, soft whimpers escaping despite my hand still clamped over her mouth. Tears streak down her flushed cheeks as her eyes roll back into her head, her body going boneless in my arms.

I should stop. Should pull out and let her recover. But the feeling of her stretched around both of us is too intoxicating to give up just yet.

So I keep moving, slower now but no less intense. My hand continues to work over the outline of our softening cocks. I canfeel every twitch and pulse as we empty the last of our release into her, her belly swelling slightly from the come we've pumped into her.

"Beautiful," I murmur, my voice hoarse.

Ivy moans against my palm, her body still trembling with aftershocks. I slowly release her mouth, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple.

"You did so well," I praise her softly. "Such a good girl for us."

She lets out a shaky breath, sagging back against my chest. Her heart races against our cocks, her pulse fluttering wildly beneath my hands.

Whiskey's own hands come up to stroke her thighs, then her sides, his touch uncharacteristically gentle. "You okay, wildcat?" he asks huskily.

She nods weakly, though I can see the strain in her eyes.

We've pushed her to her absolute limits and beyond.

Good.

That was the point of this experiment, after all.

To see just how much she could take.

How far we could push her.

And she exceeded every expectation.

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