Page 349 of Wrong Pucking Player

“You like that, Sofiya?” Wyatt breathes heavily. “Enjoying our pierced cocks fucking your tight ass and hot pussy?”

“Yes.” I can barely concentrate, my mind feeling like it’s going blank as I’m consumed with nothing but pulsing pleasure.

“Property of Kenzie Sofiya Androsov,” Armani pants as he increases his pace, encouraging Wyatt to get even further.

Feeling their cocks move in sync is a new feeling of blissfulness as the ribbed pressure coming from those barbells is inching me right over the edge. I fight every nerve-ending to hang on, but I know this is going to be a losing battle if I don’t warn either of them.

“I’m… gonna cum,” I warn and cry out. “Faster. Harder. Fuck, fuck, fuck!” I don’t know what I’m saying. Words aren’t making sense to me as I’m surely speaking more than one language.

I can’t think.

Can barely breathe.

I’m completely consumed in this rhythmic rise of euphoria that’s about to rip me apart into blissful chaos.

“Fuck,” Wyatt hisses. “She’s squeezing so fucking tight… I don’t… think…”

“Fill her up,” Armani grunts, and they’re both ramming into me until the three of us are screaming in pure ecstasy.

Armani needs the headboard behind us to stop himself from completely collapsing on us as he sinks deeply into me. Wyatt is groaning and speaking absolute nonsense as my ass squeezes him as tightly as my pussy does, milking Armani.

All I can do is get lost in the hurricane of bliss that consumes every inch of me, to the point I don’t even realize I passed out until Armani gently kisses me awake.

“Kenzie, Kitten. You should drink something.”

I open my eyes halfway, realizing I’m not only snuggled between them, I’m fully cleaned up and in a new set of pajamas they bought me in Moscow.

Like the whole wardrobe of clothes they couldn’t help but purchase for me.

Can’t complain.

Princess treatment after getting your future husbands’ names tatted on your ass cheeks is a win.

“Hmmm?”

“Xandra,” Wyatt whispers in my right ear. “You should drink some water. We worked you up and gave you a bath. Don’t want all that activity and steaming heat to make you dehydrated,” he elaborates quietly before kissing my cheek. “You okay?”

“Sleepy,” I admit but encourage myself to open my eyes further.

My whole body is sore, and I know I’ll feel it tomorrow if I can walk without telling all of Strattonville that I had a wonderful night of double penetration for the first time.

Wyatt ends up helping me sit up before Armani does his part in assisting me to drink water. I don’t realize how thirsty I really am until I finish the entire bottle like I’ve been thirsty for days.

“Should I get another one?” Armani teasingly questions.

“Ugh, no,” I groan and even burp. “That’s more than enough for the night. I don’t want to get up and pee five times.”

“Peeing after sex is good for you,” Wyatt notes, making me grunt and push him slightly.

“Go away, Doctor. You’re the culprit of my sore ass.”

“You enjoyed every bit of it,” he says with a naughty smile. “Don’t worry. It’ll get easier with time, but we won’t do that as often as either of us would like.”

He kisses me before I lay back down and enjoy having them sandwich me.

“We’re gonna have to get up early tomorrow,” Armani reminds us. “Coach Johnson wants us to meet and reveal the news of our new captain.”

“Right,” Wyatt mumbles and yawns. “He’s gonna introduce you back on the team, right?

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