Page 94 of Destined By Dragonblood
“Please, Dolyn.” I licked my dry lips. “I’m ready.”
He eased his fingers out of my ass at the same time Vanni pulled free from my pussy.
I whimpered again but tilted my hips back, already knowing Dolyn’s intent.
Gripping my waist, he thrust into the wetness Vanni had vacated.
“Yessss,” I hissed, the heat of his shaft sinking deep inside me causing my pulse to thrum.
“Wait for us, Ash.”
Eyes clenched shut, I nodded at my master’s command, shivering—trembling, half delirious.
Dolyn pulled out of my pussy, and the blunt head of his wet cockhead pressed to my pucker. “Breathe,” he murmured against my ear, voice low and ragged.
I did as told and bore down, allowing him to slide past my ring without resistance.
He growled, and I reached back to grab hold of his ass, digging my fingers into his hot, hard flesh to draw him closer.
“Please,” I whined, backing against him.
He sank in deep, Vanni’s pre-cum slicker than any lube, the tingling sensation a delicious addition of fuel for my simmering climax.
“Eyes on me.”
I jerked my eyelids up and held Vanni’s gaze. Fire burned in his green orbs, twice as brilliant as I’d ever seen. “Master.”
He notched into my pussy and thrust, the double stretch between my thighs unbearably sweet, a delicious sting that faded as fast as it struck.
“Oh, my God.” I moaned and panted, the desire in his focus as he filled me causing my heart to stutter.
Vanni wrapped his arms around me—as did Dolyn, and they clutched onto one another. Buried deep, they stilled, and the emotion swarming over me made my throat swell.
Alarm radiated from both of them.
“They’re happy tears,” I whispered.
“Let us love you, sweet female,” Dolyn crooned in my ear, nudging into my ass.
I bit my lip until the tang of blood hit my tongue. Dolyn claimed he would never hurt me, but I needed something more. Ached for the burn I’d expected, the breath-stealing sting of having my ass stuffed full.
“Give it to her.”
Dolyn grunted his hatred of being told what to do but pulled out a few inches and pushed back in.
My body shook although sweat broke out on my skin as I panted. “Again,” I whined the word, attempting to writhe between their arms of banded steel.
Vanni retreated to the crown, and as he sank back in, Dolyn backed away.
“Oh God.” I croaked as they took turns fucking into me—but it wasn’t enough.
“Pinch her clit, boy. Nice and hard.”
“No,” Dolyn stated through gritted teeth while sinking balls deep into my hole.
“Do it, or I’ll whip your ass raw.”
“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” Dolyn snapped.
