Page 33 of Double Delivery
He kissed my shoulder and eased his cock between my cheeks, coating himself in slick, then the bliss as he pushed his tip to my entrance.
A sigh of relief escaped as I stretched around him and the head popped inside.
Tripp paused. “You good?”
I nodded. “More…”
He chuckled, slid one hand up my side, and tilted my head back for a kiss. He dipped his tongue into my mouth at the same time he started pushing in again, making me moan.
“You feel so good, Baby,” he murmured once he’d fully sheathed himself.
Axel shifted, supporting me with one arm around my waist while he wrapped his free hand around both his and my cocks.
The touch was like a jolt to my system. I was getting attention everywhere I needed it. The only thing missing was friction.
It was impossible to hold back as my hips started rocking between my mates.
“That’s it, Baby,” Tripp urged as he slid his hands to my hips and steadied me. “Let us know what you like.”
My eyes fluttered shut as I focused on the pleasure coursing through me. Axel’s hand was tight in just the right way, and Tripp filled me perfectly.
My hips moved faster—trying to get Tripp deeper. Now that my mates were with me, my body demanded more. A knot was as necessary as air, the pulse of cum shooting into me as vital as water.
Tripp tightened his grip on my hips and started fucking me. He hit deep and hard, making me see stars with every thrust.
“Yes,” I gasped. “More.”
He shifted, and I cried out as his cock nailed my sweet spot.
My legs shook and I clung to Axel, who abandoned our cocks in order to hold me up.
“Alpha… Alpha…” I chanted as Tripp continued to fuck me. Then his cock hit perfectly inside, and my knees buckled.
“Whoah!” Axel exclaimed, securing his grip. “I don’t think standing is safe anymore.”
I whined as Tripp pulled out.
“It’s ok, Baby,” he murmured. “I’ll be right back where you want me. We just need to reposition.”
If standing was the problem, then I just wouldn’t stand anymore. I dropped to my knees, ignoring the sting of the tile floor when I hit harder than intended.
“No,” Axel chided.
I opened my eyes to see his blurry form grab a shapeless mound from the floor. He then held out what felt like his shirt.
“Axel’s right,” Tripp agreed. “If it’s going to be here, at least have your knees on something.”
I shifted just enough to lump the shirt under my knees, then presented my ass to Tripp.
There was a moment of hesitation, during which I worried that they’d want me to move. Then the glorious slide as Tripp entered me again.
“Please,” I begged, my eyes fluttering shut again.
“Ok, Baby,” Tripp growled. “I’ll give you what you need.”
He gripped my hips and started fucking me hard and fast. He punched a breath out of me every time he bottomed out—his balls slapping against me.
“Yes… yes…” I moaned.
