Page 108 of Breaker

“Fuck,” Striker curses. “I’m not going to last long. Stretch her ass, Vipe. I want to feel you in her.”

On command, Viper slowly inserts another finger. I freeze, my breath hitching at the intrusion.

“Relax, Sweetheart. Keep riding his cock.” Lips press to my spine. “I’m going to add another in a minute. I need you relaxed, and I promise it’ll feel good.”

Each slow drive of his fingers in my ass sends an erotic spark to my clit. I pick up pace again, heat coiling up tightlyin my belly, riding Striker while Viper fucks my ass with two fingers.

“Play with your pussy, Princess,” Striker grates, hands digging into my hips.

I wish I could see his face. See how good this feels for him. I prop myself on one hand and reach between us, circling my clit as instructed. Fire ignites at just the light touch and I press harder.

“Ready, Sweetheart?”

“Fuck, I’m not,” Striker says, breaths heavy, voice strangled. “She’s already so tight.”

“You feel me rubbing your dick inside her?” Viper asks, his own voice husky with desire. Viper’s fingers move deeper. There’s intense pressure. My pussy clenches. Striker moans.

“Shit,” he curses. Inside me, I feel his cock throb, Viper’s finger’s pressing my inner walls. Striker grips my hips lifting me off him, and I whine at the loss. “I need a minute.”

“Get that pretty ass up,” Viper says, and I feel him move closer. His fingers slip out. There’s movement and that clip sound again. Fabric moving. Fingers weave into my hair.

“Come here, Princess. Keep rubbing that clit and kiss me.” And then Striker’s mouth is on mine, driving his tongue past my lips.

I feel slickness at my back hole and pressure. My heart kicks in my chest. I angle my ass higher. One large hand spreads my ass.

“Relax, Sweetheart. I got you. I’m going to inch in with just the tip and pull out okay?”

I exhale myyesinto Strikers mouth. I want them so bad that I’m angling my ass higher, my breasts slipping over Striker’s bare chest, heart hammering against his, that fiery desperation lighting up my blood.

His dick nudges my rear and pushes, the hand on my hip flexing, fingers dipping to curve around to my lower belly.

“Shit.” I grind my teeth at the slight sting. I feel him slip in, the pressure making me tense and then we all stop moving. I exhale in rush, the sensation of his dick barely in my ass a combination of slight pain and pleasure.

“Fuck,” Viper grates. I hiss a curse of my own. Striker says, “That’s my good girl. Let him in that tight ass so we can fuck you the way you need.”

“Oh god,” Viper breathes out heavily, hot and harsh on my back. My pussy clenches on nothing. Then he slips out. His forehead hits my upper back. I feel slick sweat over warm skin, telling me his mask is off. “Okay, I’m going to do that again but this time, you push back onto me.”

I nod. My blood singing. It’s broad daylight, and this feels so sinful. So right. Viper presses his cock to my back hole again and slips the tip in. We all stay still and breath.

“Come here,” Striker says. With just Vipers tip in my ass, Striker devours my mouth, moving his hand over mine to play with my clit.

“Push back,mo leannan,“ Viper says. “Slowly. Yeah, like that.Fu-ck, just like that.”

I stop moving, the sting too intense.

“Push back,” Viper says. “Bare down, and it’ll feel better once you get past the initial sting.”

It takes me a minute to realize what he means and when I bear down as I push back, he slips in slowly. My muscles tighten, and the sting tears a gasp from my throat, but then I do it again and it feels like it all just gives, and he slips in deeper.

“Fuck,” Viper says. “Fuck, fuck. Oh God, beautiful girl, your ass is going to be the death of me.”

I stiffen at the intrusion, feeling full and like I may—

Fingers brush hair from my face. “Start to move,” Strikers says. “Until you feel good.

Taking my bottom lip between my teeth, I move.

“Just like that,” Viper grates. “Your ass is so perfect.” A light slap to my ass cheek makes me jolt, but the sting fades and I realize he’s moved deeper.

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