"That's it, Angel, fuck my hand like a wild mare." My hands behind my back are getting the brunt of my hips pumping up and down as I search out the orgasm Hunter is offering me on a fucking silver platter, all the while distracted by Rory's vicious mouth.
Then he's gone and I'm dazed from the loss of him and delirious from the Hunter's fingers fucking me like it's the last time he'll ever touch me.
"Next time, you assume nothing." Rory whispers in my ear. "In fact, there won't be a next time." As my eyes finally focus on the intensity of his stare, I do the only thing I can do: I nod.
"Good girl. Now, come all over Hunter's hand." Those fingers curl once more and I'm lost. Completely and utterly disintegrated as he hits my trigger and my hips bolt upright and my breath is caught once more in my lungs. The moan that escapes from between my lips is swallowed up by Rory's mouth again and I just when I think I can't take it anymore, Hunter presses his lips to my pussy and drinks every fucking drop of my cum like water after a marathon.
My brain checks out for a minute, my eyes darting from side to side behind my lids as our tongues continue to battle in this scorching-hot kiss.
The sound of the bottle of lube has Rory moving back, our mouths separating and leaving me cold without the heat of him on me.
Still straddling me, he takes out his dick and rests it in the deep groove of my cleavage, eyes returning to mine with a glint that sends shivers down my back.
"It's go time." Squeezing the globes of my tits together and rubbing himself between them for just a beat, Rory stands with all the ease and grace of a lion before he joins Hunter, who's now kneeling at the altar of my cunt.
"Hmmm, look at all that lube, baby. Just think… it's still going to hurt." He could have been talking about the weather, his voice is so even and matter of fact.
"Maybe we shouldn—" This time, I cut myself off with just a warning look from Rory. If they think it'll fit then I just need to trust them to have my best interests in mind.
Fingers crossed I don't fucking bleed out.
Hunter's hands are all over me, spreading the lube down my slit and over my clit. Coating my lips and covering my inner walls. He's thorough and meticulous, but he's also hard as a fucking rock and I want to suck his dick again. Feel him swell in my mouth before ropes of his cum make their way down my throat.
Moaning and mewling like a cat waiting for her male to impale her, I plant my feet on the carpet and search my men out, my hips fucking the air as Hunter slides his fingers down to my ass and, without any preamble, breaches my rosebud entrance before pumping a dollop of lube inside.
The slickness is everywhere, my pussy, my thighs, my ass. Even my knees are coated in lube from where Hunter held me down as I grew wild with lust.
"Fucking beautiful." Hunter's voice is reverent and it gives life to a burst of heat in my chest.
"I can't wait to destroy her." Although less romantic by societal standards, Rory's words are reverent all the same, making my entire body bloom with lust and need for these men.
By this time, I can barely feel my arms anymore, not when the only thing I can feel is the heat of Rory's cock teasing the entrance of my pussy, sliding between the lips and pressing against my still-swollen and greedy clit.
Then, in one hard press of his hips, he's buried to the hilt, his head thrown back and his mouth parted with a curse escaping through his lips.
He's never looked more powerful, more commanding. More all-consuming. My eyes dart to Hunter and he's watching me watch Rory, smirking when my cheeks flare with heat. Given all the depraved shit we've done, I can't believe getting caught staring at Rory is what makes me blush.
"Do you see what you do to him? To me? To Meyer? It's the closest we come to perfection." With those words, Hunter spreads my legs wider and lifts my ass up off the floor—my arms rejoicing—and turns me to the side.
"Fuck, the way she just clenched down on my cock? I almost came from that alone." I don't have any control over myself anymore, Rory and Hunter are the only ones directing my movements, my position, my leeway.
Once I'm lying on my side, Rory hooks my leg over his arm as he slowly fucks my cunt like he's cooly rowing on a placid lake. Hunter covers my entire back and his dick lines up next to Rory, and just as one pulls out, the other pushes in.
My scream is instant as they try to fit not one huge cock inside me, but two.
The sensation that I'm being ripped apart is almost too much. Almost enough to make me scream a safe word, yell no at the top of my lungs. Run for the fucking hills.
The feeling of muscles and ripping skin is too much to bear until suddenly, I don't know where the pleasure begins and the pain ends. Until the rhythm is so lulling that I decide to concentrate on the pulsing of the in and out, the squirting of lube every so often. I focus on every little groan that escapes the guys, the long, drawn out groans as my cunt clamps down every time they're pushing in together and causing my entire sex to burn, burn, burn.
Funny thing about a woman's body. It adapts to survive and right now, my cunt is opening up and willingly swallowing them up like last night's dinner.
"That's it, Angel. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good." Hunter grunts in my ear, one finger on my clit while his mouth drops kisses up and down the column of my neck.
Rory's gaze finds mine and, with every added second that he fucks me, his intensity grows tenfold. And as his intensity grows, so do his thrusts. Soon, I'm gasping for air, but this time, no one's clamping down on my mouth. No one is forcing me to hold my breath.
No, this time it's the sheer force of his thrusts that is causing my lungs to empty out without permission.
"You're fucking perfect, baby." Rory's words have him losing some of that tightly-reined-in control, and as his hips begin to speed up with erratic thrusts, Hunter pulls out of my pussy and moves his body just a little higher, the head of his dick suddenly at my puckered entrance.