Page 61 of Lock Me Out

Colt pulls out his fingers just to push them back inside a little more forcefully. He thrusts all the way in until his knuckles are pressed against my pussy lips. He turns his hand while bending his fingers inside of me. The intense feeling makes me moan softly.

“You like that, don’t you,” Colt says, his voice low and rough. “Let’s see how you feel with another.”

I’m about to ask him another what? When I feel Colt adding a third finger into my pussy. I’m glad for the excessive lube now, because it seems to ease the stretching sensation as he forces a third digit into me.

It takes him a moment to get all of them in before he starts fucking me again. Each of his strokes stretching me further. Ifeel really full and since I’m already a little sore, there is some slight pain as well but nothing I can’t handle. Matter of fact, I welcome the small sting of pain. A pressure begins to build in my lower belly, and I know if he would just touch my clit right now, I would come apart for him.

“You are taking three pretty well. Can you take four?” Colt rasps out.

“I don’t know,” I say without thinking, because I really don’t know. I feel pretty maxed out already and though he would only be adding his pinky, it’s still a lot to take.

“Let’s find out,” Colt grits through his teeth before he enters me again with all four of his fingers.

I squeeze my eyes shut at the sharp pain of being stretched. When I open them again, I find Colt smirking while he looks between my legs. “You are so tight. I want to know how much you can take. How much can we stretch out this little cunt?”

“Fuck yeah,” Nix murmurs behind me, his hard cock pressed against my lower back. A constant reminder of what is still to come.

It takes me a few strokes to adjust, but I finally breathe through the discomfort of being stretched to the fullest. It’s not until I see the mischievous glint in Colt’s eyes that I realize he is still not done with me. He meant what he said. He wants to know how much I can handle. And right now, what it means is if I can take his whole fist.

“I don’t think I can take more than that,” I admit, but Colt is already grabbing the bottle of lube again, pouring more over his hand.

I shake my head and wiggle in Nix’s arms, but there is no budging. He holds me down with ease while his brother brings his hand between my legs once more.

“Wait,” I beg, trying to close my legs. Colt pries them apart, using his body and free arm to keep me spread.

“Relax, or this will hurt.” Nix is breathing heavily in my ear while my own chest is heaving.

I swallow hard and squeeze my eyes shut as I feel Colt’s fingers enter me. His fingertips feel fine, but the deeper he goes, the wider his hand gets. I grind my teeth together as he forces his hand into my aching pussy. The pressure is enormous now and the pain almost unbearable.

Short and shallow breaths are all I can suck in at the moment, which makes talking a little hard. “I can’t…” I grit out through clenched teeth.

“Yes, you can,” Colt quips. “You can take my fist like a good little slut.”

I groan. His cruel words egg me on, reigniting the fire I felt earlier.

“I’m almost in all the way, just a bit more.” Colt’s voice is filled with excitement as he continuously works his fist into me.

Every time I think I can’t take any more, he pushes in another inch, the fullness ever growing and the pain slowly rising.

I grind my molars together. My safe word is sitting at the tip of my tongue, ready to be blurted out when something rubs against my clit. The sensation is so intense, I shudder.

“I think you can come with my fist inside of you,” Colt says roughly. “Come for me while I have your little pussy stuffed to the brim.”

I shake my head. Unable to believe that I can come, but as Colt rubs his thumb over my engorged clit, pleasure builds in my core, spreading like a wildfire without rain.

“Come for us,” Nix growls into my ear, his tone demanding.

Colt pinches my clit—pressure and pain come together in a crescendo of pleasure. My whole body tightens as an overwhelming orgasm rushes through me. The fullness in my core makes my release different, more intense, and definitely longer. My mind goes blank, my thighs quiver, and I make a wonton sound I’ve never heard before.

When I eventually come down from my high, I relax back against Nix, who still has a tight hold on me. Colt moves his fist inside of me, and I shudder again.

“Knew you would like this,” Colt admits.

“I hope you don’t think we are done with you yet.” Nix chuckles behind me.

“I didn’t think you were,” I quip. The only question is, how much more can I handle?

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