I whimper against Chance’s chest, the fabric of his shirt soft against my cheek. Both of these guys are wearing all their clothes, and I’m the only one who is naked. The power difference somehow gets me hotter, like I’m their little plaything.

There’s a pressure in my ass, uncomfortable yet a turn-on at the same time. I don’t know how to describe it except my nerves are alight and I feel so damn full.

“Ah, pretty girl,” Ethan says. “Now let’s turn it on.”

“What?” I yelp, trying to sit up again. The movement causes the device to move, and then Ethan’s hands are back there again.

The device in my ass starts vibrating.

I nearly leap off of Chance.

“Shhh, easy, angel,” Ethan says, humor in his voice. “Isn’t this fun?”

“Fucking sadist,” I grumble.

He laughs and spanks me enough to sting, but not enough to feel serious. “Watch your mouth, little girl, or I’ll show you what sadism really is.”

I’m tempted to test him, but between that spank, the vibrating plug, and the way Chance is flexing his muscles and making his cock hit all the best areas inside my pussy, I frankly don’t have much room for thought.

Ethan pulls me back by my arms, forcing me to sit up again. Then he’s standing next to Chance and me, pushing down his pants so his cock springs free, hard and ready.

“Have a taste, baby girl,” Chance says, cupping my cheek in a tender way which, conveniently, also directs my face toward Ethan’s cock.

I lick my lips and take Ethan into my mouth. He’s thick, warm, and tastes like salt and musk. I run my tongue up and down his length as he fucks gently in and out of my mouth.

“Fuck,” he says on an exhale. “You feel so good.”

Chance holds my hips and begins to rock upward into me. The motion jars the plug in my ass, which sends sparks of pleasure throughout my body. My legs begin to shake.

With every grinding contact of my clit against the base of Chance’s cock, every murmured praise from the guys’ mouths, every caress over my throat, my breasts, my hips—my pleasure heightens. Every part of me is extra sensitive, extra needy.

I have to come. I’m going to explode if I don’t, because all of this bliss is building up with nowhere else to go. The vibe in my ass sends pulses through my core outward, and Chance pumps rhythmically into me.

“Just like that,” Ethan says as I suck him. His blue eyes are dark with desire. “So good, angel.”

I’m so full, surrounded by these kind, beautiful men, enveloped in their pleasure and giving them pleasure in return.

Chance’s grip on my hips intensifies, hard enough to be bruising. I can see his face from the corner of my eye and his gaze is locked on me. He lets go of me with one hand and presses his thumb against my clit.

“Come for your daddies, sweet thing,” he says. “You’ve been such a good girl, you deserve an orgasm.”

I don’t need to be told twice. My body obeys and breaks into a million shards of ecstasy, an explosion of heat and joy. Ethan grunts and says, “Get ready, angel,” before emptying in my mouth. I swallow him down and lick my lips.

As Ethan pulls out of my mouth, Chance grins up at me. He unties my wrists, then lifts me off of him and says, “All fours, beautiful. I want to see your ass stuffed while I finish fucking you.”

So dirty, but I love it so much. I get on my hands and knees. Chance runs his fingers over my back, then between my cheeks where he jostles the plug.

“Nice and tight,” he says in approval.

“Mmmfff,” is the only sound I can make, my face pressed into the sofa. Everything feels so good, so raw, as he enters me again, sliding into me in one smooth motion.

“Next time, it’ll be my cock where this plug is,” Ethan says, stroking my back while Chance fucks me. “Both of your daddies will fill you at the same time. What do you think about that?”

“It’s…I don’t know,” I say, even as my body gives a thrill of lust at the idea.

Ethan grins down at me, then looks back at Chance. “Think you can hold off? I bet we could make her come again.”

“Yeah,” Chance says. “I felt her cunt tighten when you talked about fucking her ass. We can give her another one.”