Ian rocks his hips back, then pushes back in with more force than before. A growl escapes my throat at the pressure of his reentry. A guttural noise that resonates deep in my guts as Ian rearranges them with increasing brutality.
His thrusts grow more forceful as he loses control, and I tighten my hold on Mitch’s arms, letting out a low hiss of pleasure mixed with the pain of being stretched.
“It’s okay, you're okay,” Ian says with reassurance. Each thrust is more brutal than the last.
“You can take it.”
Thrust.
“You can take it.”
Thrust.
“God, fucking take it," Ian growls, his dominant side gaining control as he pounds into me. The deepness of his thrusts pushes my body against Mitch with such forcethatI’m completely pinned between the two of them.
I cry out as my body isn’t used to his size yet, but the pain triggers all the pleasure centers of my mind. I’m on the edge of my sanity, my pleasure and agony mingling into a heady mix of euphoria.
“Ian!” I scream, in a state of limbo—not wanting him to stop, but also not sure if I can handle much more. I roll my hips in rhythm with his thrusts, relishing in the burn of being molded for him.
Mitch climbs off the bed and pulls me back down, my head hanging over the mattress again. There is no build-up or warning before he clutches the sides of my head and sinks the entire length of him into my mouth as he fucks my face, pumping into me with one thought on his mind. I know he’s close, and there is no holding back until he claims my throat.
Ian slams into my pussy, holding my hips in place as he matches Mitch’s brutal rhythm. My mouth and pussy are so full that I am delirious with stimulation.
“You take us so fucking well.” Mitch moans, and I echo his moan, too consumed by the filthy pleasure coursing through my veins. “Fucking made for us.”
Mitch leans over me, reaching for Ian anddragging him closer. He crushes his mouth to Ian’s, and they fall into a heated kiss as they pound into me, bottoming out from both ends. Their mouths move in sync as they fuck me relentlessly, and I can’t help the strangled noises that escape my throat. Every nerve ending is active and firing on all cylinders as they take what they want from me. My hands claw at the sheets, desperate to find something to hold onto as my world spins around me.
The contrast between Mitch’s brutal and relentless thrusts into my throat and Ian’s steady rhythm stretching my pussy, sets my soul on fire. The best of both worlds. My angel and my demon.
“I told you you’d have her one day. Now, fucking thank me for her pussy.”
Mitch pulls out of my throat, allowing me time to suck in greedy gasps of air as he grips the back of Ian’s head and guides his mouth to his cock. Ian takes Mitch’s dick into his mouth with no hesitation, and it honestly surprises me how gentle Mitch is with Ian. Thrusting into his mouth but not his throat. Letting Ian set the pace. His movements are less erratic and reckless than his destruction of my throat. It’s so painfully obvious how much Mitch cares about us to know exactly how we like it.
I watch as Mitch grabs the back of Ian’s head, guiding his movements as he fucks his mouth overtop of me. Mitch growls deep in his chest, watching his best friend’s cheeks hollow as he sucks his cock.
Ian bobs his head in rhythm with his thrusts as he sucks and licks nearly every inch of Mitch as he fucks me deep. The sight above me is maddening. The sensation of him being inside of me while he’s pleasuring Mitch is so intense, so utterly overwhelming, that all I can do is whimper, wordlessly begging for more. Ian moans around Mitch’s cock as I tighten around his.
I grip the bedsheets, pulling myself up enough to press my lips at the base of Mitch’s shaft. Ian doesn’t miss a beat and swirls his tongue at Mitch’s tip while I work my way up and down his length.
A low growl of satisfaction leaves Mitch as my tongue clashes with Ian’s on the head of his dick in a lewd kiss.
Mitch’s hands run through our hair, gripping us tightly as we both worship him. Our mouths move in tandem, my tongue crisscrossing with Ian’s as we take turns sucking and licking every inch of Mitch’s cock.
“You two are going to be the death of me,” Mitch says with awe and grit as he watches the spectacle we’ve become.
We are a chaotic mess of limbs, mouths, and testing new boundaries. Ian’s hand grips the back of my head and guides me further onto Mitch’s hard cock.
“You’re so fucking good at that,” Ian praises as he peppers kisses along the curve of my neck. I can’t pretend to know how much longer I can hold on with the storm brewing inside me, desperate to break free for the third time.
“Oh fuck. Here, squeeze her neck,” Mitch instructs Ian, lowering me back down to hang off the edge of the bed. A hand wraps around my throat but doesn’t apply much pressure. “Harder,” Mitch urges, picking up the pace of his cock invading my throat.
Ian obeys and squeezes my neck harder. “Oh fuck! That’s it,” Mitch moans as Ian’s hand presses my throat tighter around hiscock. A rush of adrenaline surges through me as my ears start ringing, and my airway iscut off completely.
“Jesus, I can feel you through her throat,” Ian grunts out a low moan, relishing in the power he holds over me. There is an edge to his voice. A darkness bubbles beneath the surface that I can feel taking shape. It’s the same drive I hear in Mitch when he’s pushing my limits, and it seems Ian is no different than his best friend as he increases the pressure on my neck.
“Your pussy is fucking killing me, Roxy,” Ian groans, struggling to keep his rhythm as I tighten around him, edging closer to destruction.
“She fucking loves it, doesn’t she?” Mitch growls, thrusting recklessly.
