Page 49 of Knot Alone

“We don’t need to. We can just—”

I snarl again. This time I’m the one to put teeth to Graham’s skin. He hisses in pleasure and I can feel his still-hard cock jump against me.

“Yes, ma’am.” Linus laughs, and he puts that laughing mouth against my hole. I moan at the vibration. Linus presses soft kitten kisses around my hole, lips wet and gentle. I’ve always wondered—thought about, read about—but I’ve never. I’ve never been with anyone I trusted enough.

But these two? I trust them not to hurt me. Not to take advantage of me. They’re mine now.

Linus’ tongue joins his lips, lapping at my rim. I bury my face in Graham’s shoulder, my whole body shaking as Linus keeps licking, as if he’s trying to make my hole as wet and sloppy as my cunt.

“Perfect,” Linus whispers, his breath hot against my wet rim. Lips and tongue caress me again. I rub my wet face into Graham’s shoulder.

“You ready, darling?” I nod against Graham, and Graham signals Linus for me. Unexpectedly, Linus slides two fingers into my wet, loose cunt. But I’m so fucked out I can’t make myself clench. Linus gives my G-spot a little prod as he gathers up my slick. Then he slides one finger into my hole, smooth and easy. He gets my body used to feeling something where there shouldn’t be.

“Fuck, Graham. She’s—” Linus cuts off.

There’s the snap of a lube bottle and another finger joins the first, taking advantage of my relaxation.

I whine, my body trembling too hard to form words. Graham strokes steady hands down my back and presses a kiss to my forehead.

“Look at you, darling.” Linus murmurs. “Look at how well you take me. It’s like you were made for this. Made to fit both of us.” Another finger joins the two, pushing into me, into the sloppy wet gape of my hole. Lube mixed with cum.

Linus thrusts his fingers shallow. Then they separate on the withdrawal and I gasp into Graham’s skin.

“That’s it, Maggie, you can do it. Look at you stretching. You can do it.” Linus adds a swipe of his tongue, and I shudder at the touch, an extra rumble despite the near-constant trembling. My nerves are sparking, overloaded.

But Linus licks again, and Graham rumbles. “You can do it. You can let us in. We can give you what you want.”

“She’s ready, Graham,” Linus says as he drags his fingers in and out again, spreading the wetness outside my hole.

“Line me up?” Linus asks, unwilling to take his hands off my skin. I’m only half aware of their plan, but I know the feeling of Graham’s blunt cockhead slipping into my cunt. Graham grunts with the effort to hold his hips still, not to come the moment he gets back inside me. His orgasm has been delayed too long. Even after days of fucking, he still feels so big, stretching me out so perfectly I’ll never be satisfied by anyone but the two of them ever again.

Graham strokes a few long, slow thrusts to warm me back up before Linus says, “All right darling, I’m going…” He doesn’t need to finish. I know what’s coming.

Linus traces his fingers around my rim, spreading some more lube before slipping in his fingers once again. “I’m going to—” Linus cuts off as he nudges in the fat head of his cock.

I can’t help my wet sob at the painful stretch. Graham’s hands slide down and grip my hips, holding me tight in place as Linus leans over us both, clenching his hands in the blankets. Linus slides in with a slow, steady stroke, determined to give me pleasure before my body can react.

I keen. It’s too much and not enough all at once. I writhe between them, torn between trying to squirm away or squirm closer, to press against that new extra stretch as Linus fully sheathes himself in my ass.

“Oh fuck, Graham—Maggie I—you’re doing so well, you’re perfect, you’re so fucking perfect. Look at you taking me.”

If possible, silver-tongued Linus losing control over his words is better than the stretch. Then Linus presses again, and I can’t breathe. Graham rolls his hips, tagging my G-spot with quick thrusts. Everything in the world disappears but the slick slide of Graham’s cock, of Linus holding himself still, letting me get comfortable with his place in me.

All my attention falls to the stretch, the thrust and pull as each of them finds their own rhythm. It’s painful, but it’s not. It’s a pain I love. I can hear the slurp of my slick leaking around Graham’s cock, the squelch of lube dripping from my ass. I’m making a mess, but for the first time in my life, I don’t give a fuck.

Linus thrusts and I sob, scrambling for Graham’s shoulders with weak hands.

And then—Linus pulls out, holding me almost all the way off his cock, then thrusts.

It’s—holy fuck, it’s too much!

But all I can do is keen, and both their cocks thrust into me, out of time, stretching me wide enough to break me open. And they keep going. They fuck me slow and careful, but unstoppable, rocking and pushing in deeper each time, working their way into me together.

I know I’m sobbing, face wet and throat closed as I take them. But I’m overwhelmed with sensation.

“Maggie.” Graham chokes, gasping into my neck. I can’t keep track of the hands drifting over my sensitized skin, my body shaking too hard and my breath gone entirely. Then there are lips: my temple, my neck, my shoulders, my spine. There’s Graham’s solid bulk beneath me, holding me together.

There’s Linus’ sweltering body at my back, shaking as he holds himself up, his face pressed between my shoulder blades while he thrusts. Sweat drips from his forehead and his curls tickle my skin. Graham drags my thigh up an inch more, the stretch in my tendon worth it as he slips his hand over my damp skin and into the open space to rub a tight circle on my clit.

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