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I scream.

My whole body shakes and I try to push Walker away from being overstimulated. Darren wraps his legs over mine, holding me open for Walker who doesn’t relent, driving me to another orgasm then another then another until I think I may just die.

Darren lets my hands and legs go as Walker stands up from the floor. He looks down at me like he is completely proud of his handiwork.

I just feel like my body is not my own, right now it belongs to Walker and Darren. Suddenly I’m lifted to the top of the bed, my head pressed gently into the pillow.

Both are sitting beside of me, looking at me with the most tender expression. I reach out touching both of their cheeks. God, the bliss they make me feel.

“Do you still want to continue?” Darren asks me, running his finger across my cheek. Both are watching me intently; I know they’re looking for any sort of doubt that I don’t want this.

But I do. More than anything.

“I do, I want this, I want both of you.” I take Darren's hand kissing the back of it. Darren is my sweetheart; Walker is the extreme bossy alpha. I feel such different things from them but at the same time, it’s the same desire and appreciation.

They both own all of me.

Walker nods to Darren who moves from beside me to in between my legs. Oh God, this must be it.

Walker’s hand moves between my legs, his finger gently rolling my clit between his fingers. My hips jolt at the intense, oversensitive pleasure I’m receiving.

I bite my lip, my eyes rolling back. I feel Darren press against my entrance, I open my eyes and look down.

Both are staring at me, watching my every emotion. Walker is rubbing my clit in slow circles as Darren is gently pressing inside of me.

I widen my legs. “I’m okay, Darren,” I reassure him, I can tell he is scared to hurt me.

He slides in an inch and I clamp down on him instinctually and he hisses, putting a hand on my thigh. “Darlin, you can’t do that shit to me.”

I suck in my lips and Walker smacks my clit slightly. Walker puts his hand on Darren's hip pushing him inside of me and then he stops, and I know this is it. “I need to be filled with you, Darren.”

He pushes all the way inside me and I hiss from the pain. I’m so full and it’s intoxicating knowing that I’m filled with him completely.

Darren falls forward, his hands taking mine, lifting them to either side of my face, kissing me cheek. “I’m sorry if hurt you,” he whispers in my ear, his lips barely grazing it.

I open my eyes when the pain slowly drifts away and see Walker’s jaw is clenched. “I’m not hurting anymore.” I tilt my hips and I moan at the feel of him inside of me.

Walker lays down beside of me, his head tilted in my direction, his arms above his head like his job is done.

I pull one of my hands from Darren's and I take Walker’s hand in mine, needing to be touching both of them.

He moves onto his side, his hand coming up to cup my face and we’re looking each other in the eyes. Darren’s forehead presses against my cheek as he starts moving.

“Oh God.” I lift my legs resting them against Darren's hips and I peek down in between us watching him move inside of me.

Walker cups under my chin, tilting my face back to his. “I want to see you fall apart for the first time by Darren’s cock.”

I know I’m soaking the bed; I’m so turned on. I close my eyes and I just feel. Walker’s hand lets go of my throat, his hand sliding down my body and his fingers press against my clit.

“Oh fuck!” I wrap my arms around Darren’s shoulder pulling him to me as he moves faster, harder. Walker matches his movements with his fingers.

“I’m so close,” I moan, my hands sliding down Darren's back to cup his ass wanting him deeper, harder.

I can’t get enough.

Walker pinches my clit hard. I freeze, my eyes rolling back, my hands smack the headboard. “FUCK!” I come hard pulsating around Darren's dick. He is moving harder and harder, slamming into me, his breathing labored in my head. “Fuck.” He stops suddenly and I feel him fill me, his hands shaking as he rubs my hip.

I rest my head on Walker’s shoulder trying to breathe. “From the horror stories I’ve heard from other girls of their first time, this was amazing,” I tell them, the urge to tell them I love them right on the tip of my tongue.

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