Page 81 of Let Me
“Hurry up,” he says through gritted teeth to his best friend. “She feels so fucking good,” he nearly groans.
Caden says nothing, but I feel his cock pressing against my ass, and I inhale sharply.
Caden takes his hands from my hair and spreads me wider while Benji bends his knees, giving Caden better access to me.
It burns.
I bite my lip, groaning despite myself, my neck arched and Benji going so slowly, letting Caden fill me.
He goes slow, too, taking his time and whispering in my ear.
“You’re so tight, baby girl,” he says. “It’ll stop hurting soon,” he promises.
It doesn’t, but with the pain, it feels so good.
And finally, finally, he’s all the way in.
Both of them are filling me up, and we move together, me between them. Benji groans through clenched teeth, and Caden’s arms are under mine, helping Benji hold me up.
My skin is drenched with sweat, and I feel Caden’s abs against my back.
The small strip of skin between them is pulled tight, and it hurts so good.
“Are you enjoying this?” Caden asks, his breathing unsteady.
I nod, neck still arched, tight moans coming from my lips. I can’t speak, because Caden moved his fingers back to my hair, twining his fist against the strands, pulling and yanking.
I don’t want him to stop.
And then Caden pumps harder into me, his fingers tightening even more.
“Did you do this with my dad, Riley?” he hisses, but doesn’t stop. His thrusts pound against me, pushing me harder into Benji, who pushes harder back. The two of them are filling every inch of me, and although my heart hammers in my chest with Caden’s words, I still don’t want out.
Not yet.
“No,” I manage to gasp.
Caden thrusts into me, all the way in, and I cry out in equal parts pain and pleasure. Benji digs his fingers into my ass, still holding me, soft groans escaping his lips.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” he swears.
“Are you lying to me, Riley?” Caden asks, his breathing shallow.
Benji is lifting me up and down, my fingers digging into his back as he fucks me.
“No,” I say, shaking my head, but Caden holds my hair firm, tight. I can’t say anything else, my throat is stretched taut, angled at the ceiling.
“Do you wish this was him?” Caden asks me. His words are primal, nearly a growl.
My breath catches. I feel a climax building, my pussy tightening on Benji’s cock, my entire core clenching.
“Answer him,” Benji says against my ear, and then he bites my neck. Bites hard enough to draw blood.
I stifle a moan.
“Who’s fucking you right now, Riley?” Caden asks me. The sound of him pounding against me is louder, and I can hear Benji pumping in and out of me, my slickness amplifying the sounds.
I try to answer Caden, but I can’t think straight. Everything is pure sensation. Benji dips his head and takes my nipple in his mouth, tugging with his teeth.
