Page 75 of Carnival Mayhem

The dildo is slowly withdrawn, leaving me wanting more. I feel empty for a moment, and then Nash is behind me again, hishands gentle as he aligns himself with my entrance. He teases my opening with the head of his cock, and I whimper, needing him inside me.

“You’re so ready for me, baby,” he says, his breath hot on my neck. “But we’re going to take this slow.”

The broad head of his cock pushes inside, stretching me further. My breath hitches as I feel the burn, but it’s a delicious discomfort that signifies the pleasure that will come.

Nash groans. “So tight… So. Fucking. Tight.”

Colt’s lips brush my ear. “You take him so perfectly, angel.”

I nod, my body relaxing. Nash’s hands squeeze my hips, holding me in place as his cock sinks deeper with each thrust. “You like that, little bird?” he demands. “My cock invading that tight ass of yours, stretching you wide?”

He bottoms out, his hips flush against my ass, and he groans, holding still.

I moan, the sound trapped against Colt’s neck as he holds me through it.

“That’s right, baby, feel it,” Nash rasps, his hips beginning to move in a slow, steady rhythm. “Feel how deep inside you I am.”

Colt looks into my eyes, his face a mask of pure desire. I can see the hunger burning in his eyes, mirroring the longing in my soul. He reaches down, his fingers dipping between my folds, his touch eliciting a gasp from my lips. I’m so sensitive from the intensity of the night, that the merest touch has me trembling.

“You’re so wet, angel. So ready for me. I plan to make you even wetter.”

My breath comes in short gasps. “Yes, please. I need you.”

“Look at her, Colt. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, begging for our cocks,” Nash murmurs.

Colt’s eyes never leave mine. “She’s perfect, isn’t she? Made for us to take.” He kisses me, his tongue tangling with mine. When he breaks away, his eyes are so dilated it takes my breathaway. “Are you ready to see if you can take me, too? We’ll go slow. If you need to stop, just shout the word stop, and we will.”

I nod in reply, desperate to feel my two men inside me at the same time.

“Good girl,” he breathes, lining himself up with my pussy.

I brace myself, knowing the stretch that’s about to come.

Slowly, he pushes inside, filling me inch by torturous inch. The sensation is incredible, his thickness spreading me wide as he works his way deeper.

Nash’s hands squeeze my hips. I’m sandwiched between their solid forms, suspended by them both in the air.

The blood is everywhere, splattered on their skin, coating the floors, and yet, in that moment, it’s beautiful. A reminder of the power we hold, of the lives we’ve taken. Colt’s hands are on my hips, Nash’s around my waist, and they lift me up and down on their cocks. My body stretches to accommodate them. The sensation is overwhelming.

“I want to hear you, angel,” Colt growls, his eyes burning into mine. “Both of us stretching you, filling you up. Let me hear those moans.”

And I do as I’m told, moaning as they fuck into me in the most maddening rhythm.

Nash’s lips ghost along the shell of my ear. “Our cocks are buried so deep inside you. This is where you belong, bouncing on our dicks like a good girl.”

Up and down, their strong arms lift my body, impaling me on their cocks over and over. My back is pressed against Nash’s chest. Colt’s hands squeeze my hips, his lips pressing against my neck as he kisses me there.

“Fuck, yes,” Colt hisses against my skin. “You take us both so well, baby.”

Nash nuzzles the back of my neck. “Your body was made for us. It craves the feel of two cocks, the stretch, the burn. Doesn’t it?”

“Yes,” I gasp, my head falling against his shoulder. “Please, don’t stop.”

Colt’s hands leave my hips, trailing up my body until they cup my breasts. “You like that? Being played with like our little toy?”

“Yes,” I moan. “More.”

Nash’s teeth scrape my shoulder.

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