Page 92 of Kept

My eyes flicker to Ryder. He’s kneeling next to me, his hand inside his trousers. When he smiles, it’s not a smile I’ve seen before. This one is darker – more animalistic.

He pulls his hand out, and I choke at his size. “Nope,” I hiss, bucking when Enzo thrusts a little harder, “definitely not going to fit.”

Ryder laughs. “It’s not going in your pussy, princess. I think one cock is all you can take for your first time.”

My face falls, and he clicks his tongue. “We’ll see.”

He taps the side of my cheek. “Open up, princess.”

My mouth drops open in shock, and he presses the edge of his cock past my lips. It feels bigger than I expected, wider, with a unique taste that feels like Ryder. My eyes feel like saucers as they flash up to his face, and he grins down at me savagely. “More.”

On that demand, he pushes inside me, sliding past my lips inch by inch as Enzo adds yet another finger and I feel myself stretching around him.

Too much. Too full.

A gentle hand grips my throat, and I stare hazily up at Ryder.

“Swallow, sweetheart,” he coaxes. His fingers massage my throat. “Let me feel you swallowing my cock. I can feel you flexing around me.”

My eyes start to water, and Enzo slides his fingers free with a wet squelch. “I think you’re ready now, little prey.”

I try to shake my head in protest. His face appears in my hazy vision, his lips on my cheek as I try to take in the sheer width of Ryder, finding a rhythm and sucking and licking the top of his head, bolstered by his quiet praise in my ear.

Enzo breathes into my ear. “This is what it means to be ours, prey.”

I moan around Ryder’s cock as something much bigger than fingers pushes against my entrance. Enzo spreads my hips, pushing me wide as he sinks in a single inch, then another. His chest presses against mine, warm and possessive as he presses me down into the bed, his fingers sinking into my hip as he presses himself inside.

It hurts, but the slight burning sensation is minimal compared to the flickering, burning embers twisting my insides. Enzo sits up, his hands sliding under my thighs and lifting my legs into the air as he pushes impossibly deeper, stretching me for him as Ryder pushes into my mouth.

Just as I start to feel impossibly full, like it’s a little too much, they start to move in an unspoken rhythm, pushing in and out with me held between them. The air is filled with the jagged sounds of our breathing, my muffled moans, their soft praise as they fill me over and over again.

It’s nothing like I imagined, alone in the apartment with my hand between my legs and an impossible gap in my knowledge. I could never imaginethis.

Ryder grunts, his hand threading into my hair. “Fuck, princess, you take me so fucking well. Like you were made to fit me.”

Enzo squeezes my thighs as Ryder picks up his pace, thrusting into my mouth and stilling with a groan as something pushes into my mouth, tangy and hot and a little salty.

“Swallow,” Enzo orders, leaning forward and plucking at my nipple. “Swallow him down, little prey.”

Ryder pulls himself free from my mouth. “Perfect,” he praises, and my skin flushes in appreciation as I do as I’m told. He leans down, and his kiss is gentle against my lips, so at odds with the way he thrust himself into my mouth. “So fucking perfect, princess.”

“It was good?” I ask hesitantly, and he groans, pressing his lips against mine.

“You’ve ruined me,” he tells me, dropping soft, pecking kisses across my face. “Gonna need that every day for the rest of our lives.”

I could do that. He stares at me like I’m powerful, and I revel in it, twisting my hips a little to nudge Enzo into moving. When I glance over, my eyes hooded, Maverick is watching us with a clenched jaw, his hands curled around the arms of the chair.

“Any regrets, Mav?” Ryder calls, and there’s a hint of playful laughter in his voice. Maverick shakes his head.

“Just storing up ideas,” he grunts, and I squirm when his eyes land on me, traveling across my breasts, taking in the light sheen of sweat on my skin. “So many ideas, Zella.”

As Ryder pulls himself away, I try to catch my breath, only to lose it in a shocked cry as I’m suddenly airborne. Enzo flips me effortlessly, and I land with a muted thud on my front. He pushes my knees up and apart, and I moan with my face pressed into the sheets as he thrusts into me, impossibly deep.

“Too much,” I groan. “Too deep.”

Instead of responding, his hand slaps against the soft, fleshy part of my ass, and I feel a tugging on my braid as he pulls my head backwards until I’m almost facing the ceiling, but all I see are stars across my vision. I can feel him pressed up against me, my head back against his shoulder as he pushes in and out.

“Look at me,” he hisses in my ear. “Look at who you belong to, Zella.”

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