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"Then let's not make her wait," Leo says, pulling out of my mouth. "Come straddle me, sweetheart. I want to see your face when we split you open."
Split me open. Holy fuck.
Leo lies back on the bed, pulling me with him, and I move over him on shaking legs. This is insane, this is actually happening, and I can barely process it as he rolls on a condom.
"James is going to get into position behind you once I'm inside," Leo explains, his hands spreading my thighs as I hover over him. "Then he's going to take your ass. And then we're both going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name."
"Please," I whimper. "Please, I need it."
"Needy little thing," James says from behind me, his hands settling on my waist. "I love when you beg."
Leo guides me down slowly, and when I sink onto his cock, we both groan. He fills me completely, stretches me, and I'm already so full before James has even touched me.
"How does she feel?" James asks, his lubed fingers returning to my ass, making sure I'm still ready.
"Perfect. So fucking tight." Leo's hands grip my hips hard enough to bruise. "Hurry up. I'm dying here."
"Patience," James says, but I can hear the strain in his voice.
Then I feel it… the head of his cock pressing against my back entrance. Even with the prep, the initial breach is intense and I cry out, my hands clutching at Leo's chest.
"Breathe," James reminds me, his hands gentle on my waist even as he pushes forward, relentless and steady. "You can take it. You can take both of us."
He sinks inside slowly, so slowly, and the fullness is indescribable. I'm stretched beyond what I thought possible, filled in both holes, and it's too much and not enough and perfect all at once.
"Holy fuck," Leo groans beneath me. "I can feel him… fuck, this is intense."
"She's so tight," James says through gritted teeth, his fingers digging into my waist. "Squeezing me so hard I can barely move."
They stay still, letting me adjust, giving me time even though I can feel how badly they want to move, how much control it's taking.
"Okay," I finally gasp. "Okay, you can… please move."
They don't need to be told twice. Leo thrusts up as James pulls back, and when James pushes forward, Leo pulls out. I'm never empty, always full, always stretched, always on the edge of too much.
"Look at you taking us both," Leo says, voice wrecked. "Taking two cocks like you were made for us."
"She's perfect," James agrees, his thrusts getting harder and faster. "Our perfect girl. Taking everything we give her."
The praise mixed with the overwhelming sensation pushes me higher. I'm incoherent, just sounds and gasps and broken pleas.
"What do you need?" Leo asks. "Tell us what you need, sweetheart."
"More. Harder. Please, I need… I need to come."
"Not yet," James commands, and the authority in his voice makes me clench around both of them.
"You come when we tell you to. Understand?"
"I can't—I can't hold it?—"
"You can," Leo insists, his pace increasing. "You're our good girl. You can wait for permission."
It's torture. Pleasure builds with every thrust, every slide of their cocks inside me. I'm sobbing with the need to come, my whole body wound tight and hovering on the edge.
"Please," I beg. "Please let me come. I'll do anything. Please?—"
"Anything?" James asks, his hand sliding around to find my clit. The touch makes me scream.
