Page 82 of Along for the Ride

He growls against my mouth and kisses me once more. “Just remember who you belong to, wanderer.”

Karson turns my head toward him again. “Thief,” he whispers against my mouth, “I want my brother to stretch your cunt while I sink inside your perfect ass.”

I’ve never done that before, but I don’t think that will matter to Karson.

“Come here,” Gentry says, low and soft as he lies on his back. He drags me over him, and I straddle his wide hips, feeling the length of his hard dick through his jeans. There’s something so erotic about riding his zipper, but I want more. Ineedmore. He reaches down and unfastens his jeans, releasing his cock. He’s so turned on that the bare skin burns hot as I lower myself against it. “I can’t wait a moment longer to stretch your sweet pussy,” he growls before burying his face into my neck and biting my flesh.

“Please, sir,” I beg. “Can I have your cock?” Whimpers punctuate my words as his teeth sink deeper.

“You know I love when you call me that,” he whispers. “I can’t tell you no when you’re such a good girl.”

I whimper as he slides his hand between us and glides the throbbing head of his cock toward my entrance. When he pulls my hips down, I’m impaled with pleasure and pain, mercilessly ripped in two. I cry out and he muffles my screams with his shoulder as he pulls me against his chest.

“Sorry, wanderer.” He brushes my hair away from my sweaty cheek. “Selfish of me to take your pussy like that, I know, but I needed to feel you around me.”

The burning subsides between my legs and leaves me feeling warm and full, but hair rises on the back of my neck as hands grip my waist, just below Gentry’s. Karson’s body heat warms me from behind. He leans closer and bites my shoulder before pushing my chest down to his brother’s. His hands grope my ass, pushing his fingertips into my flesh with a low growl.

“Gentry may own your pussy, little thief, but your ass is mine,” he says as his hands spread me. The moment he does, my body tenses and tightens, and Gentry jolts with this renewed pressure.

“Wait, Karson,” Gentry says. He lifts my chin, forcing my eyes to meet his. “Is this what you want?”

I hate that he asks, because I’m not sure. Based on how my body responded, it certainly seems like I don’t want this, but Iwantto want it. I’m just scared.

“I won’t hurt her, G,” Karson says. “Not any more than what comes with taking my pierced dick in such a tight hole.”

His words make me tense further. “You aren’t helping.”

Karson leans over, puts a hand to the front of my neck, and lifts me toward him, bringing my ear close to his mouth. “Let me inside you, thief. I’ll show you that Gentry isn’t the only giving lover.”

I sigh, exhaling a long breath as he releases my neck. Sweat rolls down my back, and I need to get out of this shirt. I peel it off and lean forward, putting my bare chest against Gentry’s shirt. I bury my face in the fabric as Karson’s hands wander to my ass again. He unzips his jeans and spreads me again. Warm saliva drips between my ass cheeks and coats me.

I’m fucking terrified.

Karson puts his cock up to me, and I brace myself for his intrusion. Instead of pushing inside me, he rests it between my cheeks as his hands soothe my lower back with a soft, caring caress. Dare I say...loving?

I relax a bit, and he doesn’t seek out permission as one hand leaves my back and guides his cock inside me. I bite Gentry’s shirt as his head spreads me, the piercings clicking past my opening. He pushes further inside me, slower than I expect, then he waits until I stretch around him before pushing further.

His fingertips dig into the small of my back. “Don’t get used to my kindness, thief,” he growls. “I plan to drill your ass the moment you stop fighting me.”

I’m not fighting him. I’m just so full of his brother’s cock, and there’s only so much room inside my body. Just when I think I can’t take another inch of Karson, he pushes until I feel the soft hairs of his pelvis against my ass. There’s too much friction as he tries to ease back, so he spits again, coating his cock. When he pushes forward again, he glides inside me. I’m so fucking full.

“Fuck, thief,” Karson grits out, his words laced with feral pleasure.

Gentry can’t move much beneath us, but he remains buried so deep that I can feel it in my lower abdomen. He pulls my face toward him so he can kiss me, and his lips make me forget about everything as Karson rips away the glimpse of humanity and mercilessly fucks my ass. I cry out into Gentry’s mouth, and he swallows all the pain.

“Good girl,” he whispers.

Karson’s hand winds through my hair, and he cranes my neck as he fucks me. “She’s not a good girl,” he growls. “She’s a dirty little thief.”

There’s a competitive edge to his words, and it goes right to my pelvis and buries itself between them. I’m pulled from Gentry’s soft sensuality and thrust into Karson’s rough, passionate grasp. I feel so fucking alive, spared by the hands of death that grip parts of my body. My hips. My shoulders. My chest. I feel them everywhere.

Gentry lifts his hips, keeping pace with his brother so that I remain thoroughly and uncomfortably stuffed. I move my hips with Karson’s thrusts. I like how it feels. How dirty and raw it is.

Gentry pulls me into him, wrapping his arms around me. “I’m going to come, wanderer,” he groans, letting Karson’s motions and my throbbing pussy work the come from him. His hips rise to meet mine as he fills me.

“Good. Now she can be mine,” Karson says.

“Not a chance. I’ll keep her stuffed with my cock so she doesn’t lose a single drop of my come.”

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