Page 55 of Playing By Their Rules

“It’s going to hurt,” I say, shaking my head. “You’re too big.”

“Not too big. Don’t worry, baby girl. I’ll go slow. Climb up on Ethan now and I’ll worry about what’s mine back here.”

I’m a little worried, but I do as he asks, easing onto Ethan’s cock. Chance keeps his hands on my hips, guiding me down. I look forward and meet Ethan’s eyes briefly before I’m seated fully on him. The relief, the intense bliss of being so full, causes my eyes to flutter shut.

“Oh, beautiful. Watch Daddy now,” Ethan rasps, pumping into me.

Chance tugs at the vibrator in my ass and I make an embarrassing whining sound at the strange feeling of him removing it. Ethan gives me shallow thrusts with his cock, pulling my focus back to my pussy. But then a moment later, Chance’s fingers, slippery from lube, coat my crack and rear entrance. He starts pushing a finger—two fingers?—heck, it feels like his whole damn fist—inside.

Burning pressure. It hurts but it also feels good. But it also hurts. And feels amazing. My brain ping-pongs between no-no-no and yes-yes-yes. The sensations are unfamiliar and confusing, and isn’t this so filthy and gross? My eyes go wide, my mouth falls open on a groan. “No, I don’t think I can…”

“Try for me?” Chance asks, his fingers going still. “It can feel good if you give it a chance. But if you really want me to stop, say so. You don’t even have to use your safe word, baby girl.”

Ethan pauses in his short thrusts, cups my cheek in his hand. “What do you say, Maisie? It’s up to you.”

I’m awash in sensations—sensations both strange and delightful. And what it comes down to in the end is that I trust these men. I trust them with my body, and someday I would like to trust them with my heart.

So I look deeply into Ethan’s eyes, then over my shoulder so I can do the same with Chance. “I’m okay,” I say. “Go ahead. I’ll try.”

Ethan resumes thrusting, changing the angle slightly. My clit brushes against him with every stroke. He cups my breasts in his hands while he moves, lightly pinching my nipples. I could come like this, except for the sensations at my ass, Chance stretching me, bringing a faint burning pain. That pain grounds me in the moment, keeps me from losing myself.

He stops touching me back there and I turn my head to see what he’s doing. Oh, fuck, he’s opening a condom and putting it on.

“This is it, baby girl,” he says, smoothing a hand down my back as he notches himself at my ass. “It might be a little uncomfortable at first, but it’ll feel good soon, I promise.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Is that a yes, darling?”

“Yes.”

He presses inside and swears. “Fuck, that feels good. So tight, baby, the squeeze is fucking amazing.”

I can’t speak, I can only feel. Ethan pinches my nipples a little harder, bringing my focus away from my ass while my body stretches to accommodate Chance. Everything is tighter down there, fuller. It’s impossible for me to even consider moving my body, but the men do light thrusts, slowly getting me more comfortable.

“You’re doing great,” Chance says, kissing my shoulder. His cock flexes within me and I can’t help but moan.

It’s actually starting to feel good.

They pick up speed, penetrate a little deeper. They’re moving in a rhythm that feels orchestrated, but I can’t predict exactly what’s going to happen, and my brain is scrambling to figure it out.

“Shh, angel,” Ethan whispers. “Don’t think too hard.”

Chance adds, “Just allow yourself to feel it, okay?”

They kiss, touch, caress me, their bodies warm surrounding mine, moving around and within me. I allow myself to be carried away by the sensation, by the pleasure and care they’re showing me.

I experiment with leaning down to kiss Ethan, who kisses me back tenderly. Then I turn my head to the side so Chance kisses me, too. Their mouths, their tongues—everything about this is absolutely perfect.

They begin to move faster, and their thrusts increase in depth even more. The whole time, they tell me how great this is, they ask me if there’s anything else I need.

“Just don’t stop,” I beg, my voice breathless and needy.

“You like it,” Chance says.

“I do. So good.” I’m getting close, my orgasm just out of reach, taunting me, begging me to fall forward into it.

Ethan leans up, licks and sucks on my nipples. “You like what we’re doing,” he says before pulling back, “because we know how to take care of our girl.”

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