Then they start fucking me, Crane taking me from behind while Brom takes me from the front and the three of us come in unison, our souls uniting in fire and lust, these two hard, masculine bodies using me up until I’m screaming both their names.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, when I feel boneless, nothing more than hot blood and a beating heart, breathless and raw, Brom leans back against the wall and Crane takes me and pins me there, my chest against Brom’s, while Brom takes his cock and pushes it inside me, the sensation making me shiver.But when Crane goes behind me, I don’t feel any oil and he doesn’t go for my rear.Instead he kneels down and positions himself against my cunt, where Brom’s cock is already shoved inside.
“I’m going to fuck his cock inside you,” Crane says hoarsely.“Something I’ve always wanted to do.I want to spill my seed at the same time he spills his, I want it to mix together, messy and ours.”
My eyes widen as I stare at Brom, but Brom holds the back of my neck.“Just relax, Mrs.Van Brunt,” he says, and the use of that name makes me feel delirious in the best way.“You can take us.”
“Surely I can’t,” I say, then I feel Crane’s fingers pushing inside me, sliding along Brom’s cock, stretching me.
“Oh God,” I cry out, the pain already intense.
“That’s my good girl,” Crane murmurs.“Easy does it.”
Brom wraps his arms around me, holding me tight to him, as if to prevent me from escaping, and I’m overwhelmed by his bonfire scent, by the soft texture of his chest hair, the hot, taut planes of his muscles.I press my forehead against his shoulder and try to breathe through the intrusion.Crane keeps adding more fingers, pushing them deep inside until I start to squirm.
“I love you, my beautiful wife,” Brom coos, kissing the top of my head, though he too is starting to shake, his heart becoming louder through his chest.
“I love you,” I whisper.
Then Crane removes his fingers and I feel his cock press against me now.
“This will hurt,” Crane says.“But it won’t hurt for long.Just relax.”
“Deep breaths,” Brom murmurs against my head.
Crane starts to push inside now, just the head, and I yelp, trying to buck my hips away, to escape the pain.
“You can tell us to stop,” Crane says gently, though his breath is shaking, his cock paused halfway inside me, halfway against Brom.“And we’ll stop.”
I shake my head, my eyes pinching shut.“No.I want this.I want you, I want both of my husbands inside me like this.I want both your seed where it counts.”
Brom swallows audibly.“As if I wasn’t already this close to losing it,” he says gruffly.
“Stay the course,” Crane says, and then he puts his hand against the wall behind Brom, bracing himself as he shoves himself inside me with one brutal thrust.
I open my mouth to scream but then remember where I amand I bite down on Brom’s shoulder instead.He hisses, but whether it’s from how mind-numbingly tight I am with Crane wedged inside me, or from the pain of my bite, I don’t know.
“Just breathe,” Brom says to me, holding me tighter as I try to squirm and move away from the invasion.
“That’s it, sweet witch,” Crane rasps, kissing the back of my neck.“Stay still so we can both fuck you.I promise this will feel good soon.”
How the hell do you know?I want to yell at him.You’re not the one being split in two!
But as Crane pulls out and pushes back in, as I force myself to just succumb to the pain instead of fighting against it, I let everything go and collapse into their arms.
And as always, when I let go, I find myself coming alive.
Brom and Crane start moving in tandem now, and I can not only feel their cocks inside me, but feel as they slide along each other’s, and I’m lost to their ragged breaths, their beating hearts, the sweet words they whisper to me, the hard words they whisper to each other.I am pinned between them like a butterfly, I am soaring higher and higher as my body is pushed to the edge of everything.
Then I come, biting Brom’s shoulder again so as not to scream, my body convulsing and shaking, my heart feeling as if it will punch right out and into the world.
My men.My husbands.
They come together, Crane biting my neck, grunting hoarsely as he shoots inside me, cursing up a storm, while Brom’s hips thrust up violently, his arms around me shaking as he tells me loves me over and over again.
My wife, my wife, my wife.
Then I am just a doll in their arms, their semen spilling out of me before their cocks do.
