Page 173 of The Sins of Silas

I did, meeting Torrin’s flushed face. I was breathless, high on the most salacious sex of my life.

I could sense his bashfulness, but I ran my fingers through his hair, leaning down to kiss him passionately.

That was so hot.

I tasted myself on his lips, on his tongue, just as I heard Roland spit, feeling his warm saliva spill down my ass. He then positioned himself as Torrin re-entered my pussy, spreading me with his fingers for Roland again.

“Fuck yeah, it was.”

Roland started to push inside my ass, and I winced at the pain.

“Have you done this before?” Roland asked gently.

I had a few times with Silas. But it had been over half a decade since. “Not for a very long time,” I admitted breathlessly.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised. “But if it’s too much, I’ll stop. Just say the word.”

I looked back at him, smiling softly, and he leaned down, kissing my back. He pushed in more, and I let out a soft whimper. Torrin began rocking his hips, the pleasure helping to blur the pain.

We kept at that, Torrin pleasing me as Roland got deeper and deeper. I felt so full, both their thick lengths spreading me.

I leaned down again, kissing Torrin slowly. Desperately.

I’vemissed you.

“I’ve missed you, too, baby.”

My moans grew louder, more needy, as Roland was nearly buried to the hilt. One thing I remembered from before was how intense my orgasms were whenever Silas fucked my ass, swirling his fingers over my clit as he did so. I could only imagine how outstanding the sensation would be with both holes filled.

“Godsdamn,” Roland growled. “You are so tight, Lena.”

I’d grown to love Roland’s nickname for me, but there was something about him calling me Lena, something more intimate about it that further stimulated me.

Both men were moaning, panting, breathing so heavily. I leaned up, my palms on either side of Torrin’s face, and he captured my breasts in his hands, guiding them both to his mouth as Roland gripped my hips, driving inside me quicker.

Torrin squeezed my breasts together, dragging his tongue from one nipple to the next, pushing his hips up as Roland held mine down.

I couldn’t take anymore. The pleasure rose and rose until I hit that peak. My pussy clenched, and I didn’t recognize the sounds that released from my lungs as I screamed, falling forward as Torrin wrapped his arms around me.

The men increased their thrusts until they got choppy, both of them groaning loudly as they spilled themselves inside of me.

I felt them both throbbing within me. Roland’s forehead was resting on my back as he caught his breath, Torrin’s arms falling slack at his sides.

“Holy fuck…” Roland sighed, pulling out of me slowly. I winced at the uncomfortable feeling, and then Torrin pulled himself out, too.

After a few more moments of regulating his breathing, Roland padded to the bathroom. I heard the sink turn on as he dampened a rag to clean me up.

I leaned up, my gaze flitting down to Torrin. Embarrassment started to rise inside me, as I imagine it did in him, too, but he only smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear.

Roland entered the room again, kissing my back softly before wiping my sex, then my ass. He dried me off after with a soft, dry towel.

I scooted off Torrin just as Roland collapsed on the bed. I, too, felt like I was going to pass out—we were all thoroughly spent.

Torrin chuckled, leaning up on his elbows. “You are not sleeping in here, Aubeze.”

Roland turned his head, narrowing his eyes at him. “That's the thanks I get for giving some amazing head?” he teased.

Torrin’s cheeks heated, his nervous eyes going to me as I spoke to him gently in his mind.

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