Page 83 of Lords of Ruin: Owned

I feel full already, but it isn’t enough. I need more. Need them closer, deeper, harder.

Cast’s free hand grips my waist, his breath hot against my ear as he leans in. “You’re taking me so well, Willow,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with approval that sends a fresh wave of heat pooling between my legs.

Vincent’s hands move to the button of his jeans, his eyes never leaving mine. “You don’t have to ask twice,” he says, his voice rough with desire.

“Ready, Princess?” Vincent asks, his fingers trailing up my inner thigh, wrapping my leg around his waist as Cast arches my back into Vincent’s chest.

I nod frantically, unable to form words as Vincent pulls back just enough to let me catch my breath. His gaze flickers down to where Cast’s fingers are buried inside me, and a wicked grin spreads across his face. “Looks like she is,” he says, his voice thick with arousal. Behind me, Cast’s fingers withdraw, leaving my pussy achingly empty for just a moment before I feel the blunt pressure of his finger pressing against my other entrance.

I tense instinctively, but his other hand is on me instantly, soothing and firm. “Relax for me, Willow,” he coaxes, his voice calm and steady despite the urgency in his touch. “Just breathe.”

Vincent steps back slightly, his hands sliding down to the curve of my hips as he positions himself between my thighs. The head of his cock brushes against me, slick and warm, and I whimper at the contact. He pauses, his eyes locking with mine as if searching for any hesitation. There is none. Only hunger.

He thrusts into me slowly, inch by agonizing inch, until he’s fully sheathed inside me. The stretch burns deliciously, making me gasp and dig my nails into his arms. “Fuck,” I breathe, my head falling back against the wall as hebegins to move, each thrust driving me closer to the edge.

I do as he says, forcing myself to exhale as he pushes forward, slow and careful, until his fingers are seated deep inside me too. The sensation is overwhelming—too much and not enough all at once. My body stretches to accommodate them both, every nerve alight with pleasure-pain that makes my toes curl.

Cast adds another finger, whispering in my ear. “I am going to fuck you right here, Cariña.”

“Ah, now?” I moan, pushing against him, wanting him deeper inside of me.

“No no, but soon when it’s just you and me.” Cast’s voice rasps in my ear as he adds a third finger, and I buck at the spread.

Vincent growls low in his throat, his hips snapping forward as he claims my mouth again. His kiss is possessive, desperate, like he is trying to brand me with his lips alone. Cast’s hands grip my hip with his free hand, his thrusts steady and measured, a counterpoint to Vincent’s rhythm. Together, they move in perfect sync, their bodies bracketing mine, overwhelming me with sensation.

My vision blurs, my mind unraveling as they take turns fucking me, stroke after relentless stroke. Vincent’s cock fills me completely, hitting a spot deep inside that makes me cry out every time he drives into me. Cast’s fingers stretch me in ways I hadn’t thought possible, the friction sending sparks shooting through me with every movement.

The knock at the stall door jerks me and my eyes flash open to Vincent’s, as Cast’s other hand slides villainously between my bottom lips.

“Excuse me, is everything alright in there?” A stern voice asks.

“Yeah,” Vincent grunts, thrusting inside of me. “Our girl just needed help out of a dress, it was too small.”

“Alright, well when she is out of the dress please exit the dressing room. It is one per person.” The voice softens and my head is pulled back so my moans are swallowed by Cast’s mouth as hekisses me. The click of her heels rings as she walks away, and I am fucking mortified.

Cast breaks the kiss, his hand that was previously on my hip, moves down to tease my clit as Vincent pounds into me relentlessly. "Fuck, you're tight," Vincent groans, his forehead pressing against mine. "I could stay like this forever."

“We have to-” I start.

“No, you just need to stand here and take this cock like a good girl,” Cast growls deliciously in my ear, his fingers working in tandem with Vincent's movements.

My eyes roll back as I whisper out a groan. “Yes, sir.”

The dual sensations are overwhelming, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. My nails rake down Vincent's back, urging him to go faster, harder. He obliges, his grip on my hips tightening as he drives into me with wild abandon.

“Fuck, you feel incredible,” Vincent mutters against my skin, his teeth grazing my collarbone as his pace quickens. “So tight, so wet for me.”

Cast’s voice is a low rumble behind me, his words punctuated by the thrust of his fingers. “She’s taking us so well, isn’t she?” he says, more to Vincent than to me. “Look at her. She can’t get enough.”

I can’t argue even if I wanted to. My body is alive, every nerve screaming for release as they push me higher and higher. My arms wrap around Vincent’s neck, desperate for something to anchor me as the pleasure builds to an unbearable crescendo.

Vincent’s pace intensifies, his thrusts deeper, harder, and I can feel every inch of him as he fills me completely. My breath comesin ragged gasps, my body trembling under the dual assault of his relentless rhythm and Cast’s expert fingers teasing my clit. The stall seems to shrink around us, the air thick with the scent of sweat and desire.

“Fuck, Willow,” Vincent groans, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. His forehead is pressed against mine, his breath hot against my skin. “You feel too good… I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

Behind me, Cast’s lips trails down my neck, his teeth grazing my shoulder before he whispers, “You’re going to come for us, aren’t you, Willow?” His words send a rocket of heat to my core, and I nod frantically, unable to form coherent words. His fingers move faster, circling my clit with precision, and I feel the coil of pleasure tightening in my core.

“That’s it,” Cast whispers, his voice soft and soothing as he helps me down from the high. “You are so good for us, Willow. So, so good.”

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