Page 72 of Double Pucked

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These guys don’t fuck around. Ryker’s mouth is on my pussy in seconds, while Chase’s just started tying me to the headboard of his bed.

My bearded beast laps me up like I’m his breakfast, lunch, and dinner. In no time, I’m writhing against Ryker’s face while Chase tugs on my wrists.

Oh, also, I’m on my elbows and my knees, and my ass is up in the air. Chase’s tying my right wrist to one side of the bed, my left to the other, while Ryker’s licking me. I am spread wide. “I don’t know how I can stay like—”

I swallow my words when Ryker sucks on my clit ravenously.

Holy fuck.

Ryker’s voracious in the morning. He spreads my cheeks apart, then buries his face in my pussy, rubbing that dangerously sexy beard against me till I’m moaning indecently loud.

“There. That should hold,” Chase says evenly as he ties the last knot, like I’m not being eaten out like my kitty’s a starving man’s meal.

My thighs are shaking. My knees are buckling. And my arms are stretched wide across the bed.

What even is this position? Upside-down spread eagle?

Ryker’s tongue goes deep in me, and my brain goes offline. “Oh god,” I cry out.

Then, out of nowhere, there’s a buzzing sound.

God, I’m so close already. What are they doing to me? I turn my face on the bed, my cheek smushed into the sheets, but all I can see is Chase moving away from the bed with something in his hand.

Then I don’t really care where he’s gone because Ryker’s groaning and flicking, lapping and devouring, all while his powerful hands are spreading me open till I can’t take the buildup of pleasure inside me.

It’s too much.

Too powerful.

Too good.

I’m sweating and shouting, and then coming so fucking hard I don’t know if these are words I’m making up or if I’m just babbling.

Everything blurs, and the world shatters into bright and beautiful colors. But there’s no let-up.

Because the second Ryker eases away, Chase moves behind me on the bed, kneeling between my spread legs as he slides his fingers through my slickness.

“Are you going to finger—”

“Trust me, baby. Just trust me,” he commands, standing between my spread thighs now.

And I let go as the answer comes. He’s not fingering me. He’s using my orgasm as lube.

For my ass.

He spreads my own arousal right there while Ryker grabs a toy from the nightstand.

How many toys did they get for me? Ah, who cares? When Ryker gets on the bed next to me, he roams a possessive hand down my back. “The way you taste in the morning drives me fucking crazy,” he praises, then turns on a bullet vibrator.

My belly tightens with anticipation.

“Morning sex just hits different, doesn’t it, Ryker?” Chase asks as he rubs the hot pink vibrator against my ass.

“Are you going to fuck me with that this morning?” I ask, both nervous and aroused.

“Shhh. Sweetness. You like surprises, don’t you?”

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