Page 46 of Beautiful Revenge

God, these two wreck me in the best possible ways.

My heart races in anticipation as Dyl looks where Dev is already inside of me with hunger in his eyes. “You want all of me, baby? You think you can take both our cocks?” he rasps.

I need them both so badly I’m aching, even with Dev filling me to the brim. “God, yes,” I pant, wiggling on top of Devon.

“Kiss me, princess,” Dev orders, and I lean down to kiss him, allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.

I feel Dylan move behind me as I get lost in Devon’s touch. Bending over my back, Dylan takes my nipples in his hands, twisting them until I’m grinding against Devon and moaning into his mouth.

“That’s it, Brie. Get nice and wet for me, baby.” He continues to play with my breasts, alternating between palming and twisting until I’m a fucking mess.

“Please,” I whimper, pulling away from Devon’s mouth. “I can’t wait any longer.”

“Hurry the fuck up, Dylan, or I’m going to fuck her senseless without you,” Devon grunts, thrusting his hips up and making me scream to drive his point home.

“So impatient,” Dylan teases, and I hear the cap of the lube opening before the coldness hits my crack and drips down to my core. “God, this ass, princess,” he groans.

I stay lying on Devon’s chest, looking behind me and biting my lip as Dylan strokes the lube over his length. He knows how much I crave the feel of him, and right now I’m jealous of his hand.

I whimper, moving my ass in little circles as he watches me with dark eyes. “Dylan,” I practically beg, and he smirks at me.

“I love how thirsty you are after a kill,” he admits, swallowing like he can’t believe he just said it.

“I love how hard you are when you blow things up, my sweet pyro,” I purr, and his eyes darken with lust.

Letting go of his dick, he moves his lubed hand behind me, pushing two fingers into my pussy, causing Devon to curse.

“Jesus Christ,” Dev goes still, taking in deep breaths as I get a little fuller. “Fuck,” he groans when I push my hips harder onto him, taking Dylan’s fingers deeper.

“Dyl, baby, you’re killing me,” I moan when he starts scissoring his fingers inside of me, making me buck my hips in a steady rhythm with his movements.

“Fuck,” he hisses, adding another finger to stretch me some more.

I squeeze down on them both, and Devon’s hands fly to my hips, lifting me up and dropping me back on his cock, hard.

“That’s it, babe. How does it feel to be stretched and fucked?” He lifts me again, thrusting his hips to meet mine.

“Fuck. Oh, fuck. Yessss,” I moan when he hits that spot deep inside me.

“I think she’s ready,” Dylan says, his voice cracking. “Are you ready to take us both, Briar?” he questions, and I stop moving.

I glare at him, and he laughs, lining up with my entrance and slowly pushing in.

“Goddammit,” Dev hisses below me.

He grips my hair in his fist and pulls my mouth down to his as Dylan continues to slide into me slowly. “So tight, baby,” Dylan groans, stretching me to my absolute limits.

I moan into Devon’s mouth as Dylan bottoms out inside of me, panting through the stretch and discomfort that always follows having them both in the same space. It’s not something we do often, but there are times when I just need to feel them stretching me together. Claiming me as theirs in the most primal way possible, and this is one of those times.

“Shit,” Dev curses, pulling back from me as Dylan guides me to sit up.

“Oh hell,” I moan from the movement. I feel so full like this.

“Kiss me, Brie. Kiss me and let us fucking worship you,” he whispers, turning my head to take my lips with his.

The kiss starts out softly as he pulls back a little before pushing back in, with Devon following suit until they’re moving in tandem, back and forth, driving me absolutely wild with pleasure.

“I—” I try to speak but can’t catch my breath as Dylan’s tongue caresses my lips before his hand moves to my throat.

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