Page 31 of Shadow

He broke the kiss just enough to whisper, “Let me take your mind off it, baby.”

I nodded again, helpless to do anything else. He kissed me harder, deeper, and the world finally faded a little. I lost myself in the slide of his mouth against mine, the way he tugged me onto his lap without ever breaking contact. How his hands held me at the waist as he helped to guide me along the hardness of his dick nestled away in his jeans.

With my fingers in his hair, I deepened the kiss, earning a soft groan from him. His hands tightened on my waist as he urged me to move faster. For a moment, I remembered I had a body, a self, not just a mind full of screams, shadows, and worries beyond things I could control.

“Damn,” a voice drawled behind us.

I jolted, nearly falling backward. Ashes was quick to grab me before I tumbled off him, a soft chuckle leaving his mouth.

Stitches leaned in the doorway, arms crossed over his chest, one brow cocked. “If I’d known movie night was getting this steamy, I’d have brought popcorn.”

Ashes laughed, low and rough. “Get in here, asshole.”

“Don’t mind if I do.” Stitches moved like a cat—fluid, dangerous, all sin, violence, and charm. He slid onto the couch beside us and yanked me sideways into his lap without asking. I made a startled noise, but he only grinned.

“Hey, angel,” he murmured. “You looked like you could use two cocks inside your tight little pussy.”

My face heated at his crass words, my pulse pounding in my ears.

His hands settled on my hips, warm and solid.

“Tell me I’m wrong,” he continued as Ashes leaned over to unbutton my blouse.

I’d never tell such lies.

I crushed my lips against his, earning the deep, guttural groan from him that drove me wild. Within moments, he had us naked, Ashes wasting no time in joining.

I let my head fall back as Stitches impaled me with his thick cock and helped rock me along on his lap.

“Fuck, this pussy is good,” he groaned as he stared up at me with a dazed expression on his handsome face.

I reached out and ran my fingers lightly down the scar from when he’d cut one of his tattoos off his face.

He jutted his hips roughly upward at my touch, his dark eyes drinking me in. We stopped for a moment as Ashes drew my attention away and kissed me. I wrapped my arms around his neck for a moment as his tongue swept against mine. Stitches wasted no time in sucking one of my nipples into his mouth. I cried out softly against Ashes’s lips at the intense feelings.

“Fuck, my turn,” Ashes husked out, dragging me off Stitches’s lap. Stitches let out a soft grunt of protest as Ashes laid on his back and shoved into my pussy as I straddled him. His blue eyes rolled back at how good it felt to be locked together.

“Oh, heaven, baby.” A contented smile blanketed his face. “Fuck, you feel good wrapped around my dick. It’s been too long.”

I rocked my hips slower on his cock, grinding myself down hard. He groaned, his eyes rolling back.

“Fuck, Stitches, man. Get in here and fuck her with me.”

It took no time before Stitches pressed me down against Ashes’s chest. I had no idea what he planned on doing, and maybe that made everything that much more exciting.

“I want both her ass and that little pussy of hers,” Stitches proclaimed as he lined his dick up next to Ashes’s in the same hole. I dug my nails into Ashes’s shoulders as Stitches worked slowly into my body, both dicks in my pussy.

My breathing came out ragged because the fit was so damn tight and painful, but there was something about that pain I couldn’t get enough of.

“You’re shaking,” Ashes murmured as I clung to him. “Do both our cocks hurt this pretty little cunt?”

I gripped him tighter as Stitches bottomed out.

“Oh, my sweet heaven. You take us so good, though, baby. I love that you do.” He kissed me fiercely, making me let go as Stitches pulled out and pushed back in with a soft, feral moan behind me.

“Fuck this shit is good,” Stitches said breathlessly as he picked up his pace. Ashes joined him, both rutting deep inside my body.

It was too much.

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