Page 53 of Run Little Killer
He keeps going, inch by inch, until he's flush against my ass.
"Goddamn baby, you're so fucking tight," he grits out. "I want to let you adjust, but I have to move."
I squeeze my eyes shut as he starts to pump in and out of my tight back hole, the pain searing through my body as his ragged breaths skate across my skin.
My eyes fly open as a warm mouth latches over my nipple. Rhett shoots me a wink as our gazes meet and his tongue toys with the stiff peak.It's the perfect distraction.
"That's it, baby, just relax," Nix murmurs.
The pain starts to ebb away and suddenly it feels…good.
Nix props himself up on an elbow, my body folding with his as my hands remain bound behind his neck. He moves a thick tattooed forearm beneath my thighs, shifting off the mattress and standing, cock still buried deep inside my ass.
Rhett closes the distance between us, the hoop through his tip rubbing against my clit as he grabs one of my thighs and wraps it around his waist. He spits in his palm, spreading the saliva over his dick as he bends at the knees and lines himself up.
I scream as he bottoms out inside my pussy in one brutal thrust, stuffing me impossibly full. "It's too much!" I shout, jerking my hands and squirming beneath their hard sweaty bodies.
Nix's hand collars my throat again, forcing my head back against his chest. "But you're taking us so damn well."
My heart thunders in my chest as I study his features. There's something different in his eyes, this little spark that's starting to glow. But it's not destructive and damning, it's tender and soft, everything he claims not to be.
"Fuck, darlin'," Rhett groans. "I didn't think this perfect little cunt could get any tighter."
"Right?" Nix murmurs. "I can feel your piercings, old man."
"Lennon really likes them," he says with a thrust. "Don't you darlin'?"
"Ye-yes," I stutter as they both start to pump in and out of me.
They fall into an alternating rhythm, my body sliding against theirs and that familiar throb starting to form low in my core.
Nix’s fingers dig bruisingly hard into the flesh of my thighs as he slams into me from behind, Rhett's hands gripping my hips tightly as he matches Nix's furious pace.
"I'm gonna come," I moan, my head swimming at the overwhelming rush of sensation.
"Me too," Nix groans behind me.
"Make a mess on my dick, darlin'," Rhett growls with another harsh punch of his hips.
Pain and pleasure blur together in blissful harmony, sparks skittering across my skin. Tingles course through my veins, my muscles tensing as my toes curl. My orgasm crashes into me, body seizing, rapture overtaking me. The room spins, my head going dizzy as Nix's hands slap against my ass cheeks. Pulling them apart, he savagely ruts into my ass until his hot seed is spilling down the backs of my thighs.
I go boneless between them, Rhett's movements becoming erratic as he hammers into me from the front, legs starting to quake as he sinks his teeth into his bottom lip. I'm damn near delirious when he lets out a roar, hot ropes of cum painting my insides.
Nix is the first to ease out of me, ducking from beneath my bound hands and guiding them to lazily fall over Rhett's neck instead. With his dick still buried deep inside, Rhett carefully sinks down onto the edge of the bed, shifting me on his lap.
"Such a good fucking girl for us, darlin'," he praises, pushing my sweat soaked hair away from my face.
I let my head fall to his shoulder, nuzzling into his neck with a contented sigh as I relax against him. Nix moves behind Rhett, fingers tugging and plucking at the black bandana securing my wrists. As he frees them, they limply drop to my sides.
The high of the orgasm starts to fade away, pure exhaustion taking its place as Rhett slips his softening cock from my throbbing pussy.
My eyes are heavy as he pushes himself back on the bed and leans against the old woodenheadboard, his fingers idly tracing up and down my spine as I let out another yawn.
Nix takes the spot beside us, his hand stroking my hair. "Thatta girl, little killer. Thatta girl."
I'm blissedout in the best way, chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm as I’m pulled into a restful and dreamless sleep.
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