Page 149 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

“You feel so fucking good, sweetheart,” he rasps, his voice a low, demanding growl. His hips jerk. “God, I can’t wait to fuck you.”

Hank’s fingers continue to prepare me, the coolness of the lube and the heat of his touch combining into an intoxicating contradiction. Ice and fire dance along my nerves, making me tremble. He moves with devastating precision—slow, deliberate—giving me time to adjust, watching my reactions with those eyes that miss nothing.

“That’s it, luv,” Hank whispers, his voice a low, approving rumble that vibrates through my body where his chest presses against my back. “You’re doing so well.”

“You feel so good, sweetheart,” Gabe groans beneath me, his hips shifting slightly, sending ripples of pleasure cascading through my core. His hands grip my thighs, fingers pressing deep enough to leave marks—a silent promise of possession.

“Not yet, Gabe,” Hank commands, authority threading through each word like steel. “We take this slow.”

Gabe stills instantly, his grip on my hips tightening, muscles tensing beneath me—a silent acknowledgment of Hank’s control that sends a forbidden thrill racing down my spine.

When Hank withdraws his fingers, I feel suddenly empty, abandoned—aching for what’s to come. The air feels charged, every breath tight with anticipation.

Gabe lies beneath me, solid and still, his hands gripping my hips as I straddle him, my body pressed low, breasts brushing against the heat of his chest. His heart pounds beneath my skin, steady and grounding, tethering me in the moment.

Behind me, Hank shifts into position. His hands roam my back, soothing, commanding, as he adjusts for Gabe’s body beneath us. Then the brush of his legs against mine—strong, sure—as he straddles Gabe’s legs, locking us all together in a tangle of heat and muscle andintent.

The blunt pressure of him at my entrance makes my breath catch, muscles tensing in a mix of fear and raw, aching desire.

“Relax,” Hank murmurs against my shoulder, teethgrazing the sensitive skin there. His breath fans hot across my dampened skin. “There will be a sting, a burn—but it will pass. Trust me to make this good for you.”

I nod, unable to form words as anxiety and desire war within me.

“Breathe through it,” he continues, one hand sliding up my spine to cup the nape of my neck. “I won’t hurt you—not in any way that doesn’t bring pleasure.”

His other hand grips my hip as he begins to push into me—an excruciatingly slow invasion that stretches me beyond what I thought possible. The burning sensation makes me gasp, my body instinctively trying to pull away.

“Stay,” Hank commands, his grip tightening, holding me in place. “The pain lasts but a moment. Focus on my voice, on Gabe’s touch.”

As if on cue, Gabe’s hands move to cup my face, drawing my attention to his eyes—dark with desire but soft with concern.

“We’ve got you,” he whispers, his thumbs brushing gentle circles along my cheekbones, a contrast to the tension vibrating through my body. “Just let it happen. Let us in.”

Then his lips find mine—slow, consuming, intentional. The kiss steals my breath, pulling me out of my head and intohim, into the safety of his mouth, the heat of his body beneath me.

Behind me, Hank shifts his weight—deliberate, controlled. Gabe deepens the kiss, swallowing my gasp, holding me together while I surrender, piece by piece, to them.

The initial sharp pain transforms into something more complex—a fullness that stretches beyond physical sensation into something primal, ancient. My body trembles on the precipice between resistance and surrender as Hank holds perfectly still behind me, his breathing ragged against my neck. The tremendous effort of his restraint is evident in the tension radiating from his powerful frame.

Each heartbeat pulses through where we’re joined, my body gradually yielding, molding itself around both men in an impossible, exquisite connection.

“Gabe and I will do all the work,” Hank instructs, his voicedropping to a dangerous growl that ripples down my spine. His fingers dig into my hips with a bruising intensity, the slight pain anchoring me to reality when everything else threatens to dissolve into an overwhelming sensation. “Just let go and feel what we do to you. What only we can give you.”

Gabe’s hands slide from my face to my breasts, thumbs circling my nipples with torturous precision before pinching them sharply between calloused fingers. The sudden, bright sting of pleasure-pain shoots straight to my core, electric currents racing through my nervous system.

My mind latches onto this new sensation, the sharp, sweet intensity at my breasts drawing attention away from the burning stretch where Hank fills me. I arch involuntarily, greedy for more of that distracting pleasure, inadvertently driving Hank deeper into my body.

“That’s it,” Hank murmurs, approval darkening his tone as something wild flashes across his face. His jaw clenches, the muscle jumping beneath taut skin as his control visibly frays at the edges. “Surrender to it. To us. You were made for this—for us.”

“Feel good, sweetheart?” Gabe murmurs, voice thick and rough like gravel coated in honey. His eyes track every minute change in my expression, drinking in my responses like a man dying of thirst.

“Y-yes,” I manage, the single syllable fragmented by the overwhelming avalanche of sensations cascading through my system.

Hank starts to move, his pace steady and sure, each withdrawal and thrust precisely calibrated. With each controlled stroke, he claims more territory, sinking incrementally deeper into me. The initial discomfort transforms, mutating into something I’ve never experienced—pleasure of an entirely different quality, darker and more intense than anything I’ve known.

My nerves sing with unfamiliar feedback, my body discovering sensitivities I never knew existed.

“Oh, God,” I moan, my body quivering as I acclimate to the sensation of Hank filling me there while Gabe’s cock pulses insistently inside my pussy.

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