Page 348 of Wrong Pucking Player

“Then what are you two waiting for?” I breathe and dare to reach out and wrap my hand around Armani’s length. He shivers at my touch while those dilated eyes are filled with pure lust. “Let’s get to fucking.”

“Don’t have to ask me twice,” Wyatt groans in absolute relief. “Armani, help me lower her. Go slow for both our sakes.”

“Got it.” He kisses me one last time while letting me stroke his veiny hard length so I can spread his pre-cum from tip to base.

Then he’s lifting me high enough so Wyatt can angle his cock at my ass entrance.

We’ve been working up to this every night with dildos and vibrators. I was more than ready for this, but I can’t help tensing up a bit at the hint of friction as his tip widens me out.

“Relax, Sofiya,” Armani whispers in my ear.

He knows his husky voice, matched with saying that name, does crazy things to me, including making me into his submissive Queen who will do anything he asks of me.

The moment my body relaxes, Armani eases me down, leaving Wyatt and me to moan as I inch lower and lower onto Wyatt’s cock.

“Fucking hell,” Wyatt curses and takes a few breaths. “Xandra, your ass is tight as fuck. I love it.”

“Keep groaning like that and I’m gonna get jealous,” Armani mutters against my lips, lightly kissing them as if to remind me of his presence. “You think you can handle me, Kitten.”

“Definitely.” I’m not pulling back now. We’ve been working toward this, and my pussy is aching for his length. “Please, Oscar.”

He groans and lightly bites my bottom lip.

“You saying my name always makes me want to submit to you,” he admits and encourages him to tease my dripping entrance with the tip of his cock. “You two better be ready,” he warns. “I won’t be able to stop when we get moving.”

“Ready,” I pant in burning excitement.

“Do it, Oscar.”

I’ve never wondered what it would be like to take two men at the same time, but now as Oscar slowly inches himself into me, I can’t find the proper definition of this sensational experience.

Wyatt and I both moan, my whole body buzzing on this new plane of quivering madness that pushes me so close to the edge, I need Oscar to pause for a hot minute.

“Inch any farther and I know I’ll cum,” I breathe urgently, fighting to tame myself.

“Then cum, Sofiya,” Oscar encourages and uses the opportunity to pinch my nipples. That sensation sends me into my orgasm, my outcry music to my men’s ears as they lay kisses on my flesh as if to rile me up all over again.

They don’t pressure me as they wait for me to come down from my high, and when I’m able to breathe, Wyatt trails kisses down my spine.

“You good, Xandra?” he sounds more tamed versus his possessive demeanor that comes out to play when we fuck.

“Yes,” I say and open my eyes to look into Armani’s as he admires me with a loving gaze. “Finish what we started, Armani.”

He smirks approvingly back at me before inching the remainder of his cock inside me.

Having both of them shaft deep has all of us moaning at the fullness this delivers. They move at the same time, the sensation making me feel their cocks rub against one another with the thin layer between my pussy and my ass.

“This is everything,” Wyatt murmurs as he finds a paced rhythm.

“So fucking perfect,” Armani agrees and ends up thrusting at a similar pace but doing the opposite of Wyatt, which has his cock going in as Wyatt is pulling slightly out.

The back-and-forth rhythm is everything my body has ever wanted to experience, the fullness driving me wild as that building pleasure in my core begins to coil upward at a swift pace.

Wyatt grips my ass and quickens the pace, encouraging Armani to follow suit.

We’re all moaning, the joined waves of pleasure intensifying with every thrust that rushes through me. We’re groaning, our moans echoing in the hollow room, and I’m glad our neighbors are far or else they would hear how good this feels.

So fucking good.

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