Page 83 of Wreckage

“Look how soaked she is,” Adrian said, his voice soft.

“Delicious,” Troy replied.

I let out a deep breath as they both went silent. I had no clue how they would decide who would get me first. While it was exciting, it was also nerve-racking.

Finally, there was movement, and gentle fingers probed my wet pussy. I exhaled a shaky breath, my body trembling with the anticipation.

A thick, hot dick was pressed to my aching bits, making me squirm. Warm hands held me at the hips, steadying me.

“Easy, baby,” Adrian murmured. “You’re going to take all of this cock.”

His?

“Yeah, she is,” Troy mused. “Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy.”

I had no idea which one was between my legs. The pressure grew, and I let out a soft whimper as whoever it was pushed further, breaching me. The burn of the stretch from his size started immediately, and I cried out.

“It’s OK. It’s OK,” Adrian soothed. “Breathe, Elena. It’ll start to feel really good.”

“Relax,” Troy encouraged. “Relax for us.”

I focused on my breathing as one of them inched slowly into my body.

“I-I can’t. T-Too big,” I gasped.

The pressure immediately left me before warm fingers replaced the dick, which had barely penetrated me.

“Spread your legs wider,” Troy instructed gruffly.

I did as he said, wincing at the ache in my ankle. How would I ever dance again if I couldn’t even spread my legs? It had been something plaguing me since I woke. I shoved that thought out of my head and focused on the moment.

Whoever was between my legs removed his fingers. The pressure returned with his cock again. Even though I had the mask over my eyes, I squeezed my eyelids closed and tried to relax.

“There you go, baby. You’re doing great,” Adrian praised.

I exhaled and breathed in again, taking the burn as whoever it was inched painfully into my body. The drilling stopped when I didn’t think I could take another centimeter.

“Fuck, there we go,” Troy said.

Whoever it was didn’t move, letting my body adjust to the sheer size. Finally, after a long beat of silence, he pulled out slowly before pushing back in. I whimpered, but it didn’t hurt as much this time as it did initially.

Out. In. Out. In. Slowly. So slow.

The burning ebbed away until a low flurry of tingles sparked to life inside me. My breathing picked up. He moved faster, jostling my body as the spark he ignited grew into a sweeping wildfire.

I let out a cry as I came hard, my vision sparkling behind the mask. He moved faster until I felt his cock twitch deep inside me. His breathing was heavy before he slowed to a stop. He hadn’t touched mepast his cock inside me; I knew that was because they didn’t want me to know who was who, and maybe I’d have guessed. After all, Adrian wore rings, and Troy had bracelets.

He pulled free from me, leaving me feeling hollow. A moment later, the pressure returned, and someone slowly pushed into me. A soft hiss of pleasure followed before my body was jostled again.

I didn’t take long until I was coming hard, my back arching off the raft, my chest heaving with intense waves of pleasure. There was a grunt, and his movements became uneven until heavy breathing filled the cabin, and he stilled.

Moments later, he pulled out, and someone cleaned me with a warm towel. The mask was removed from my face, and both brothers settled on either side of me.

“How was it?” Troy asked softly, making sure we were covered.

“Amazing,” I rasped. “It felt so good.”

Adrian pressed a gentle kiss to my lips before pulling away. Troy quickly replaced him. Both snuggled in next to me, and we fell into silence.

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