Page 70 of Judgment Day

Lincoln eased down, onto his back on the floor, pulling me with him. “Show him, baby. Show him how much you love my dick.” His words were territorial, but the tone was submissive. Grey wanted to watch, and Linc wanted to let him.

They wanted me more than they hated each other.

I straddled Lincoln’s body. My clit was still throbbing and sensitive from my orgasm as it rubbed his tight stomach. I wanted to rock and move and grind against him.Jesus, when did I get so needy?

Grey palmed his erection and let out a groan. His eyes gave an unspoken command.I told you to fuck him.

I flattened my palms on Lincoln’s chest and lifted my hips.

He grabbed his cock by the root, rubbing the pierced head up and down my slit. “Is this what you need, Songbird?”

Yes. God, yes.

I lowered myself, slowly, taking in the full girth of him, until I was seated fully on his length. Grey stood over us and watched. His head dropped back, and his breath hissed between his teeth. Lincoln lifted his hips, pushing up into me and stealing my breath. Fuck, he was big. And Grey was big. There was no way I would handle them both. But as Grey kept his stormy gaze on me, as he pulled the thin sweater over his head and tossed it aside, I was overcome with need. I wanted them. Both of them. As wrong or fucked-up or sinful as it is, I wanted them.

Lincoln slid out, then thrust in again. I moved my hips, sliding up his cock, then back down. He sat up and pulled my nipple between his teeth. “You’re so wet, baby. So fucking greedy.” He swirled his tongue around the peak, and I moaned. “See how your body sings for me?” He wrapped my hair around his fist and yanked my head back. Then he ran his tongue up my exposed throat, nipping my jaw.

I kept fucking him, fucking Linc while watching Grey as he pushed his pants and underwear down, finally freeing his erection, long and plump. He moved behind me, running his fingertips down my spine as he dropped to his knees. And then he pushed forward, forcing Lincoln’s back to the floor, positioning us where he wanted us. He held his hand at the base of my spine, keeping my body folded, my chest against Linc’s chest. My ass on display. Grey spread my ass cheeks with both hands. From that angle, I imagined he could see everything, the way Lincoln stretched and filled me. His cock smothered in my wetness as he plunged in and out. The way my tight hole waited for Grey to claim it like he did last night.

“So fucking perfect.” Grey leaned over me, the weight of his body pushing me deeper onto Lincoln. “Are you ready for us to wreck you, sweet girl?”

My pussy clenched and ass pulsed thinking about it. “Please.”

His fingers werethere, stroking my hole, then up, spreading the juices that seeped from my cunt. And then he slid a single finger inside me, inside mewithLincoln. Oh my God. It hurt. It stretched and burned, and I thought I might not survive the fullness of it. But I wanted more.

“Oh, God. Oh, fuck.” I couldn’t breathe.I couldn’t breathe.

And then it was gone. Grey pulled his finger out of one hole and pushed it into another. And I was full again. But not full enough. I was still sore from the way he fucked me there, from the way he took and took without mercy, but somehow the pain only made the pleasure that much sweeter. It felt so good. So, so good.

“More,” I begged.

Lincoln pistoned his hips, slamming into me hard and fast.

Grey gripped my sides. “I need you to be very. Fucking. Still.” His voice was strained, pained almost, like it was killing him not to be inside me.

Linc slowed his pace, allowing Grey the time he needed to push past the tight ring of muscle and all the way inside.

I felt every. Fucking. Inch. Every ridge. Every pulse. It was like being torn in two, but in the best way possible. Brutal but bliss. Ripping apart my walls but putting me back together. It was fireworks and shooting stars and tender fingertips trailing over my spine. Sharp but soothing.

Linc squeezed his eyes shut and bit his lip. Whatever he was feeling made him hiss a strangled, “Jesus fucking Christ.”

Grey let out a growl, obviously feeling the same thing. I imagined it, only a thin layer of skin between them, thick heat rubbing against thick heat, both surrounded by my tight slickness.

Grey worked his cock slowly. In. Out. Letting me adjust to the fullness of them. Ofbothof them. I blinked my tears away, my hands gripping and clawing at the rug underneath us. My chest was slick with sweat against Lincoln’s chest. Grey’s fingertips dug into my hips as he moved faster, fucked harder. Lincoln did the same. His hands were in my hair. And the burn of pain turned into pleasure, raw and primal. Carnal need.

“So good,” Lincoln growled. “So fucking good.”

“Look at us, dove.” Grey said. “Watch how we fuck you.”

I lifted my head from Lincoln’s chest, breathless, and peered down to where our bodies joined together.

“See how well you take us.” Grey soothed the side of my ass with his palm, almost reverently. “So perfect. Such a good girl.” And then he drew his hand back and spanked me. A hard, solid crack of his palm against my flesh. “I owed you that.”

My pussy clenched. My ass tightened. I cried out. “Fuuuuuck.”

“Look at me,” Lincoln said, his voice rough and gravelly, like a throat full of broken glass. “Fucking look at me when you come apart.” He held my face in his hands.

I met his gaze, hungry and feral. The distant hum that had been thrumming through me since their very first touch bloomed into a violent tremor. Every stroke, every thrust wound me up tighter and tighter.

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