TWELVE
Ian adjusts his position between my thighs, and my mouth opens in a silent gasp as he pushes the tip of his cock into my pussy, and she grips the head of his cock like a vice.
I close my eyes, absorbing the pain and the pleasure of being stretched beyond belief, letting my body adjust to him as he tries to force his way into me.
“You’re so fucking tight,” Ian groans with conflictionbut is quickly losing his ability to hold back.
“I’m really not…you’re just fucking big,” I counter, letting out a nervous laugh.
Ian smiles down at me, all teeth and playful arrogance, as he pushes harder into me, stretching me more than I’ve ever felt before. “Oh my god!” I groan loudly, knowing no one from the party will be able to hear me over the music still blasting on the other side of the bedroom door.
The burn of his thickness stretching my pussy is more intense than I anticipated. My body tenses on its own. Ian’s grip tightens in my hair as my muscles tighten around his length inside me.
“Breathe for me, Roxy,” he begs. I can hear the tension in his voice as he watches his cock sink into me inch by inch.
I reach above my head and grip onto Mitch, who’s watching carefully from over my shoulder. Months of planning and relentless schemes have gone into this finally becoming a reality, and Mitch is a ball of adrenaline as he watches his best friend pushing his cock deeper into me.
“That’s it, baby. Fucking take it,” Mitch whispers harshly in my ear, tucking my hair back so I can watch Ian destroy me unobstructed. “Give yourself over to us. Let go of everything weighing you down and lose yourself in the pain. Surrender to it. Allow it to overwhelm every fucking piece of you. Let it swallow you whole until there isn’t a trace of hurt or pain in your soul because it’s all right fucking here with us.”
Mitch adjusts his hand on my neck and slides the other down my body. I yelp as he pinches my clit, before circling two fingers around the sensitive ball of nerves. He repeats the motion again and again.
Pinch. Circle. Pinch. Circle. Pinch. Circle.
“Lose yourself, Roxy,” Ian murmurs against my lips. “I promise we’ll find you when we’re done.”
In an instant, the weight of the world is lifted from my shoulders, and the weight of their words settles around me like a warm embrace.
Going into this, I knew my pussy would be destroyed beyond recognition, but I never expected the kind of soul-crushing therapy I have been seeking my entire life.
Every stone and every brick of every wall I’ve carefully constructed over a lifetime of suppressing emotion has come crashing down, leaving me raw, exposed, and defenseless. I’ve never felt so unbelievably vulnerable and yet so undoubtedly safe.
I shatter, breaking apart at the seams, surrendering myself to the mercy of these men who have opened the floodgates, granting me permission to fucking feel. A flow of tears streaks out the corner of my eyes from the intense emotions flooding my system.
“Fuck,” I curse under my breath.
Mitch growls deep in his chest as he eagerly takes control, guiding Ian’s hand away from my hair and helping him adjust his position for optimal penetration.
My moans turn to guttural purrs of ecstasy, with each inch of his cock invading my body. Every inch feels like a small victory, and a swell of pride fills me as he sinks balls deep and his thighs meet mine.
“God dammit,” Ian whimpers as he grips onto my thighs with bruising force.
I suck in deep breaths as he holds his position to allow my pussy to adjust to his size. As much as it can, anyway.
“You’re okay,” Ian coaches, his strong arms holding me in place as he starts to pull nearly all the way out, only to push back into me faster this time.
The burn of his cock stretching my pussy bursts behind my eyes, and a guttural groan escapes my throat.
“I know, I know,” Ian moans as he pulls out and thrusts back in again. “You’re doing so good. God, you’re doing so fucking good for me.”
I melt at his whimpers and praise. I squeeze my eyes shut tight and let the moans and groans slip free from my throat as he bottoms out.
“Breathe for me, Rox. Breathe through it. You can take it,” Ian praises.
“Of course, she can fucking take it,” Mitch growls. “She’s taking your cock like a good little slut.”
Mitch leans forward and presses a gentle kiss to my temple before running his tongue along my cheek, collecting the tears that cling to my skin.
“Harder, Ian. Make her hurt for you,” Mitch demands. “I want them to hear her over the goddamn music, Ian,” He yells, pointing to the bedroom door at the party that’s still raging on the other side.
