Page 110 of Grin and Bear It

Fuck.

Each one of them seemed to have been doubly blessed by the penis fairy, being long and insanely thick. I couldn’t even slide right down at first, having to move my hips up and down to work him deeper. But that stretch… Any thoughts about work, the boys, anything other than this room was driven out of me as he pushed deeper, both our bodies vibrating with tension.

“Oh god…” I gasped. “Fuck…”

“How’s it feel, to be full of your mate?” Cole asked, getting to his feet then. Challenge glittered in his eyes, his mouth twisted in a smirk. “I bet it's never felt like this with anyone else and it won’t.” I couldn’t answer him, my body was screaming at me at how full I felt and how good. “We can be every damn thing you need, Ellie.” He moved closer, reaching out to grab my chin before dropping his head lower. “If you let us.”

Cole sucked down the low moan of pleasure as Tyson bottomed out, low raspy breaths letting me know how he felt about that. But Cole pulled away too quickly, watching me with eagle eyes as I just tried to adjust.

They were doing something to me, slowly but surely, changing me somehow. I didn’t fuck in someone’s studio on a school night. I didn’t feel this terrible ache that was somewhat soothed by the feel of Tyson pulling back, then spearing back into me. I didn’t long for something… something else. Something that would lock down on that achy spot and then… My thoughts fell to pieces as Tyson’s hand slapped down on my shoulder.

“Ride my dick, Ellie.” Tyson’s voice sounded like a ragged mess. “Take your pleasure. Take everything you want from me, because…”

He didn’t get to make any more promises because once given permission, I couldn’t stop. I raised my hips up, only to slam them back down, that heavy drag inside me making goosebumps prickle all across my skin. I went back for more, more, his fingers biting deep into my hips, helping me thrust faster, deeper, as his moved in time. My thighs were wide open, my breasts swaying with every thrust, and Cole settled behind his easel, grabbing brushes and paint, before going to work.

This wasn’t a show anymore. Tyson’s arms wrapped around me, as if to stop me from pulling away too far, but I wouldn’t. I couldn’t walk, run or crawl away from any of them, some insane magnetic pulling welding us together. And each time our bodies collided, I was rewarded with a sharp, bittersweet burst of pleasure, one that intensified as a hand slid between my legs.

“Fuck…” Tyson groaned. “Fuck, Ellie…”

No man had ever said my name like it was a prayer, and that was the bar with which all other men would be judged going forward. He cradled me to his chest, even as we slammed into each other. His grip tightened as our strokes got harder, faster, the ability to pull away shredded as we sought to lock down and stay inside each other, linked in the only way that made sense.

“Tyson…”

Cole’s brush moved across the canvas, scooping up great gobs of paint to be smeared across the surface, his glasses shining as he stared.

“Tyson…”

“You’re getting close,” the man himself growled. “I can feel your cunt strangling my cock. You need my seed, need me to fill you up, don’t you, beautiful? Tell me that’s what you need.”

I was on birth control, had no intention of producing little baby bears anytime soon, but right now the whole fucking idea, of him rutting into me, driven by some primal need to breed, was hot as fuck, so I gasped out the only thing I could.

“Yes. Yes, yes, yes…” Each assent was panted out at the end of a thrust, my legs shaking, my muscles screaming from the workout, but I couldn’t stop. I needed it, needed him and I told him just that.

“So fucking take me.”

I was shoved forward, landing on my feet, my back bent as his hand locked down on the back of my neck, holding me just where he wanted me as he started to pound harder, faster. I felt like a fragile little doll right now and suddenly that was the hottest thing ever, forced to take every bit of his ferocious thrusts and loving it. I grinned then, eyes closed, just feeling the pleasure bubble up, unable to be stopped. I felt light, airy, insubstantial, right before it all came to a head.

“Fucking come, Ellie!”

My cunt obeyed, clamping down around him the moment the pleasure rushed through me, an accompanying golden light swelling, swelling until I was completely and utterly filled, both inside and out, with the most perfect of pleasures.

“Fuck! Fuck!”

I was scooped up, held against his body like I was precious, as the tremors racked our bodies, kept there as they died away.

“Jesus…” Tyson’s voice was barely more than a whisper. “Tell me that this wasn’t just the one time.”

I turned then, the smile of the well-sated on my face. His cum rushed down my thighs, but I didn’t care. It was Tyson I focussed on, wrapping my arms around his neck.

“What makes you think I could be one and done with something like that?” I asked him gently, then grabbed a hand and placed it low on my pelvis. “I still ache for you.”

That shy smile, one that grew cockier by the minute? Yeah, I liked it a whole lot. He pulled me closer, as he smiled up at me.

“You will until you accept us fully, then when you’re ready, we’ll lock down inside you, tugging on the spot until it stops aching, just for a little, until you’re forced to come back for more.”

“So that’s how it works, does it?” I was trying for light and playful, but wasn’t quite succeeding. “You’re changing my body, forcing me to become addicted to your cocks?”

“It works both ways, if that helps.” Tyson shoved his fingers into his mouth, licking each finger clean of what remained of me. “Your taste? I think you’re gonna find we’re real hungry for that, pushing for more on a daily basis.”

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