Page 109 of Breaker

Another slap to my rear and I start to move a little more. Then I’m slowly moving, the sting fading, changing, blooming into a pleasurable heat.

“Oh, fuck,“ I breathe, my voice unrecognizable, husky and low as my body lights up, every other part of me feeling empty and needy as my body adjusts.

“Come here.” Warm fingers in my hair, Striker’s mouth on mine. “Fuck his cock, Princess. Make him scream your name.”

I rock back onto Viper, loving the strangled sounds he’s making. How his head drops to my back and he’s starting to move a little with me, meeting me, but letting me control this. His hand digs into my hip, like he’s hanging on for dear life.

“Hold still,” Striker says, and I stop rocking. He pulls me to his chest, and I feel his cock nothing at my entrance. “Give me that pussy, Princess. Open for me.”

When he first slips the head of his cock into me, I gasp, burying my face in his neck breathing him in. “You’re not going to fit.”

“Relax,” Striker says. “Let me in.”

His tip slips in even more and the sound I make is feral, ripping from that wild woman inside me. Striker takes his time, working back into me as Viper makes animalistic groans, but remains perfectly still. Then they’re both seated inside me, and I feel so full, tears sting my eyes.

With every breath, I feel them so fully inside me, it’s overwhelming. I’m truly possessed in this moment, owned by both of them. Viper starts to move and Striker’s moan sets me onfire. I weave my fingers into his hair, my body going slack, and just feel. Striker’s soft movements into me from below, Viper’s slow gentle strokes into my ass. How they’re both delicately trailing fingers over my skin, cherishing every inch of me.

This isn’t rough or demanding. They aren’t pulling desire from me, ripping my pleasure out with every thrust. This is Striker, gently caressing the back of my head, pressing his lips to my cheek, his ragged breaths in my ear. Viper, stroking fingers up and down my spine. Lips on my shoulder, his hot chest to my back then a hand weaving into my hair. They’re giving me pleasure, not taking, allowing me to control the depth, the speed, matching me, meeting me.

My chest expands. Tears sting my eyes, dampening my mask.

I feel their promises in every gentle stroke. In every touch and press of lips. Every hot breath skating across my skin, another promise.

I’m theirs.

Mine.

“Yes, Princess, yours.”

Large hands cup my breasts. A soft press of lips to my shoulder. “Oh,mo leannan, we’re yours. You’re ours and we’re never letting go.”

A deep craving grows in my chest, heat pools softly in my belly. I’m made of just hot breaths and sweaty skin, them inside me, filling up all the empty spaces. The only things I hear are the slick wet sounds of them moving into me, and our ragged breathing. The bed squeaking. My desperation courses in my veins like brilliant gems.

I grip the bedding, suddenly overcome with want and rock back into Viper, forcing him to fuck my ass harder.

“Shit.” Viper grunts. “Oh, fuck yes, Sweetheart. Take it. Harder.” His hips jerk, starting to move faster with me. “Fuck, Strike, your cock feels so good rubbing my dick.”

“You’re both going to make me come so hard.” Striker’s hot groan fans the side of my face. “You take our cocks so well, Princess.”

“I’m going to fill this ass up,” Viper says, words scraping free, hewn from jagged wood and heating my back.

All the hands on me tighten. I feel them both thicken, and I feel so impossibly full, heat blooming, scalding, turning to liquid. Blood roaring in my ears.

Faintly I’m aware of Viper’s filthy praises.

Good girl, fuck me with that prefect ass.

That’s right, use me, Sweetheart.

Striker’s barely contained groans as he juts his hips upward, burying himself so deep I feel him in the fabric of my being.

Then I’m nothing. Everything else but them inside me ceases to exist as pleasure claws through my mind like shattered glass, each shard a different sensation. Heat floods me. Groans erupt, a primal scream tearing from me as everything in me rips apart and I give myself over to them and this pleasure rippling through my body.

Heat floods me, filling me everywhere, throbbing an pulsing as they come indie me.

Then it’s just us panting, Viper across my back, pressing me into Striker’s chest, his forehead rocking on my shoulder. Striker’s heavy breaths in my ear. When we catch our breaths Viper slips out and pulls me off of Striker. I’m turned over onto my back. Too weak to move, I let them do with me as they please. Striker pulls my arms above my head, pinning them to the bed. Large hands part my thighs, pushing them up and open. A hot mouth encloses over my pussy, tongue parting me. I jerk at thefeeling, too limp to do anything but surrender to the tongue lapping at Striker’s cum spilling from me.

“Eat her until she’s clean,” Striker says. Teeth graze my nipple. “Fuck, Viper. You’re a filthy boy.”

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