Page 107 of A Game Of Love

“Really?” I raise a brow. “Can’t even wait until you’re inside me?”

His eyes narrow. “So we’re going back to brat mode?”

“Is there any other mode?” I smirk.

Next thing I know, I’m squealing as I’m being tossed onto the bed.

“Looks like we’re going to have to fuck the brattiness out of her, Bishop,” Toby says, grabbing the hem of his shirt and pulling it up over his head.

I lean back on my arms, my breathing coming out in shallow puffs as I watch these two sinfully sexy men strip, just for me.

My eyes trail over Toby’s body, taking in every tattoo and ripped muscle until he’s pulling his pants and boxers off, revealing his cock for me. He’s fucking huge. Bigger than Bishop, but I’d never tell him that.

Not that Bishop isn’t big. They are both way above average. My greedy cunt loves the stretch they give me. Not too sure my ass is going to feel the same way, but the idea of them both claiming me at once has my pussy wet and wanting.

“Fuck,” I breathe out, my hand sliding down to my pussy. I slip my fingers through the mess already forming, getting a growl from each of my men.

“Now you.” I look at Bishop.

He smirks, grabbing the waistband of his sweatpants and pulling them down.

His thick cock springs free, slapping his lower belly, and I whimper, my hands clenching.

My breathing picks up, heat licking through my body. I want them. No, I fucking need them so damn badly.

“You're both so hot,” I moan, my eyes flicking between the two of them, trying to drink them in the best I can.

“And you’re a fucking goddess,” Toby growls, moving to crawl over me. I grab the back of his head, pulling him down to me.

When our lips crash together, something inside the both of us snaps. We moan, hands roaming, grabbing, touching every inch of each other’s exposed skin. My body tingles, every place he touches lighting up.

Toby grabs me and flips us so that I’m on top of him.

My pussy presses against his thick cock, and I start to rock my hips, gliding my slick cunt against him.

“Fuck,” he groans, grabbing my hips roughly as he helps move me over him. “I want to be inside you.”

Grabbing his cock, I lift my hips up and press the tip of his cock to my entrance while looking him in his eyes.

My mind is hazy already, this feral need for both of them taking over. “Then take me,” I whisper.

It’s all I needed to say before Toby slams me down, forcing me to take every inch of him.

I cry out, falling forward, catching myself on his chest. My nails dig into his skin as my head hangs. Toby thrusts up into me, his cock spearing me over and over again, stretching me so fucking good I almost see stars.

He does it until I’m a sobbing mess on the verge of cumming. His grunts and growls, the way he sounds so far gone for me has me barreling towards the edge. Only he stops just as I’m about to explode.

“No!” I whimper.

“Shhh.” Toby kisses my forehead, panting heavily. “We got carried away and forgot about someone.”

I look over to find Bishop standing near the bed, watching. Heat burns in his eyes. No jealousy, only arousal.

A smile crosses my lips. “I’d never forget about him,” I whisper.

Bishop growls, stepping forward. “You fucking better not.” He grips my chin and kisses me dirty, leaving me panting for air when we break apart.

He opens the bottom of his side table and pulls out a bottle.

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