Page 164 of Did They Break You

Storm’s eyes dip down, his nostrils flare, that nose ring gleaming in the light from the TV at my back.

His hand comes to my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me whimper. Cortland trails kisses down my back, on his knees behind me.

Storm’s eyes come back to mine as he pulls his lip between his teeth, my thighs aching as I keep grinding against him, desperate for that strip of cotton on my shorts to move to the side. “You wanna make me come?” Storm whispers.

I tighten my arms around his neck, and he drops his hand from my breast to my shorts.

He shoves them to the side as Cortland wraps his hand around the back of my neck.

I moan at the sensation of Storm’s hard cock touching my pussy. I ride him faster, my clit swelling as it brushes against him.

“Yes,” I answer Storm, staring into his eyes, my face red, but I don’t care. He feels so hot and so hard and so good and with Cortland’s hand on my neck and his kisses on my back, I’m drowning in sensation.

“Wrap your hands around my throat,” Storm commands me, his words quiet.

My eyes widen and I almost stop moving, Storm’s hand on my thigh, one going behind his head, like Cortland was, almost lazily as he watches me.

Cortland laughs against my neck. “Don’t stop now, baby.”

I keep moving my hips, panting, my wetness all over Storm’s dick. Slowly, I wrap my hands around Storm’s throat, and I feel him swallow. Feel the tendons in his neck as he watches me, a cocky smirk on his lips.

“Choke me, Remi.”

I tighten my hold, using his neck as leverage as I dry fuck him.

“Choke me hard.”

My fingers curl tighter around his throat and I move faster as Cortland keeps kissing me, his own hand shifting from the back of my neck to wrap around my own throat.

“You’re stronger than that,” Storm says. “Harder, Remi.”

I do as he said, pressing my thumbs against his windpipe. Cort’s own hand tightens around me too, and the pressure builds in my head as I ride Storm faster, desperate for my own release.

“That’s it, little wolf,” Storm manages to whisper, my nails digging into his skin. “Such a good fucking girl.”

His breath hitches, and he grows hotter beneath me.

I angle my hips, tilting my pelvis, wanting to feel him down the entirety of me.

But then I feel pressure, and I know I should freeze as Storm’s cock crowns my entrance.

But I don’t. I keep going, lowering my hips and gasping as Storm is inside of me, stretching me.

“Fuck,”he groans, and I’m so fucking full with him but panic tears through me, too.

I look down at Storm inside of me, and Cortland’s hand knots in my hair, his grip so tight I can’t breathe. “You’re a bad girl, Remi,” he whispers in my ear. “So fucking bad.”

Storm’s eyes are on me and his head is leaned back as he groans again. “Don’t make her stop,” he pleads, his voice rough.

I take a breath, waiting for Cortland’s permission even as I shift my hips. His grip in my hair is painful, but he says, “Whatever my girl wants, she gets.” He kisses my neck, murmuring to Storm, “But don't you dare finish inside of her.”

My heart skips a beat. But I don’t let go of Storm and I don’t stop as I hear him groan my name. He grabs my hip, hauling me off of him as he whispers,“Fuck,”and I see him coming beneathme, hot cum against my thigh, on his stomach, white and creamy on my skin, starker against his tan.

My breath is caught in my throat, then my eyes nearly roll back in my head as my own orgasm pulses through me while I grind against him, and I loosen my grip on Storm’s throat. His hands come to my neck, covering Cortland’s on me, and they’re both choking me so hard I can barely breathe.

But I don’t want to in the moment.

I just want this feeling, my pussy hot and wet as warmth builds tighter in my core and releases, shattering through me as I moan Cortland’s name, barely a whisper as tight as they’re gripping my throat.

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