Page 89 of Double Pucked

And just like that, I’m relaxing. Chase pushes in a fraction of an inch more. But what if I hate it? What if it feels terrible?

All at once, I tense and I lock up everywhere. Chase roams a gentle hand through my hair. “If it hurts, I’ll stop. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.”

He’s so concerned, and that makes me loosen up. “You will?”

“Of course I will. Anything for you.”

“I want to like it,” I say, feeling terribly vulnerable. “But I’m afraid.”

Ryker touches my face with his knuckles, a reverent gesture. “It’s okay if you don’t. There’s no pressure.”

Chase drops a kiss to my shoulder. “You have nothing to prove.”

I breathe in all these sensations and emotions. Their acceptance of me. Their desire for me. Most of all, I let my own wishes fill my cells.

Icanstop at any moment. But I don’t want to. I want two men.

I want two men desperately.

I want to feel them both inside my body. I’m climbing this double dick mountain and planting my badass babe flag at the top of Twin Cocks Peak.

I push my ass a little bit against Chase, then crane my neck to look back at him. “Have me.”

With a shuddery groan, he eases in inch by inch.

I feel so full. So stretched. Like I can’t hold anything else in my body. I don’t know if I can last like this.

My desire might not win. My body’s limits might prevail.

Until Ryker maneuvers a hand between our slick torsos, down my stomach, and he tenderly strokes my clit. Then Chase presses kisses along my neck. I breathe again and again.

And on the last big breath, I sink down once more on Ryker’s dick and back against Chase’s, and the pain ebbs away.

In its place comes something all new.

Something deep and powerful. An entirely new kind of pleasure I didn’t know was possible.

I’m filled from head to toe, from top to bottom. Before I even know what’s happening, I’m moving. It’s not easy because I’m sandwiched between them, but I manage as Chase grips my hips and sensually, deliciously drives his cock into my body.

With a possessive growl, then a low rumble, he says to his friend, “You’re going to lose your mind when you fuck her like this. She’s so fucking tight.”

“Yeah?” Ryker sounds desperate. “Her pussy’s never been wetter.”

“Her ass is so hot. Just looking at her ass taking me is driving me wild,” he says.

I tremble and moan.

“I can feel her gushing on my cock,” Ryker tells Chase, and I cry out.

Soon, I’m just made of sensations. I’m letting go in a whole new way. I’m giving myself to my two guys as they fuck me and take me and make me theirs.

Words liketightandhotandperfectandoursbecome my whole existence.

And then it’s just the slap of bodies.

The slick of sweat.

The pull of pleasure.

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