Page 132 of Runaways

"I think she has too much air," Tate says.

Silas pulls the leash tighter again while simultaneously picking up the pace. And I don't make any sounds between thrusts anymore. I fist the comforter and arch my back, trembling as he brings me over the edge.

"God, you feel so."Thrust."Fucking."Thrust."Good."

My eyes roll back in my head, and I silently come apart.

While my pussy is still clenching around Silas's dick, the leash goes slack, my collar loosens, and I gasp for air.

"Ahhhh!" I cry out. "Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck…fuck me."

Tate takes his fingers out of my ass and leans over, kissing my mouth, but I'm too breathless to kiss him back. He says something, too, as Silas slips out of me, but I can't hear him over my heaving breath and the ringing in my ears.

"What?" I gasp.

"Lie down, Noah," Tate says.

No problem. My knees are sore and my body is tired. I nod and stretch out on my stomach as Silas lies down next to me.

Tate grabs me and rolls me onto my side with my back against his chest, hitching one of my legs up and holding me open while Silas pushes his cock into me again, taking me in long, powerful thrusts.

"Oh, god…" I whimper.

"There you go," Tate says. "Let him in, baby. You'll let us use your body however we want, won't you?"

"Yes…" I wrap my arms around Silas's neck, clinging to him while he drills into me. "You can use me. I love it when you use me."

"Fuck, I'm going to come," Silas says.

"Not yet," Tate tells him.

Silas grits his teeth as he slows his pace, and I lean against his chest, still sensitive and spent from my own orgasm.

I gasp when I feel something cold and wet run down my backside. Something much bigger than fingers nudges at my back entrance, and my heart pounds.

Tate pulls back on the leash and kisses my neck before whispering into my ear, "Have you ever done this before?"

I shake my head. "No," I reply weakly.

"Good," he says.

He pulls my earlobe through his teeth as he pushes the head of his cock inside me, and I scream, squeezing my eyes closed and digging my nails into Silas's shoulders. "Fuck!"

"Relax," Tate whispers. He kisses my neck and reaches around the front of me, cupping my tit in his hand. "Will you tell her to relax?"

"Relax, Noah," Silas says. "Just breathe through it. You'll be fine."

He reaches his hand between us, finding my clit with his fingers, fucking me at the same slow pace while Tate thrusts into me from behind, and I moan from both pain and pleasure.

"It feels so good," Tate says. "I can feel Silas fucking you, too."

"I can feel it, too," Silas says. "You look so pretty like this."

I breathe through it like Silas said, tears leaking from the corners of my eyes, and with the help of his fingers, it getseasier to take them both like this. My clit starts to throb, and then it's the only sensation I care about.

I moan into his chest, rocking my hips a little, moving my body with them.

"There you go," Tate says. "I knew you'd like this, you little slut."

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