Mitch lets out a primal growl, “She likes hearing you beg! I can feel her clenching down on me. She’s fucking close. Keep going, Ian. Throw her over the fucking edge.”
Ian finds my neck again, squeeing harder, and pulls up to look at him, the intensity in his eyes is nearly enough to get me there, but it’s the way he looks me dead in the eyes, hand wrapped tightly around my throat, and whimpers into my mouth, “I’ve wanted for you for months, now I need you. I fucking need you, Roxy. Please…” he pauses to suck in a shaky breath. “Please needme too. Please. Cum for me, show me you need me too. Please. Please need me.” The tears that threaten to fall from his eyes is what sends me careening over the edge and into mother fucking oblivion.
“Oh fuck!” Ian yells as my body convulses on both of them, succumbing to my sweet release.
I squeeze my eyes shut as my whole-body jolts with no control. It starts in my pussy and radiates outward until every inch of me is trembling. A long, exasperated growl scratches my throat like a wild animal with its first taste of freedom.
I cry out, my voice a mix of pleasure and pain as their cocks hit something inside me that no one else had ever found. I shatter into a million pieces, and the only thing holding me together are Mitch and Ian’s cocks still pumping into me, helping me ride out every wave that crashes into me.
Wave after wave of pleasure threatens to pull me under. I am vaguely aware of Ian’s grip on my throat tightening as he growls out a curse as my pussy bears down on him.
I am lost in a sea of body parts, and every nerve ending is firing as I ride out the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. Everything around me turns to blurs of color and substance as a scream forms in my throat, building momentum like a car racing downhill without a driver.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
All I can do is feel, and fuck does it feel phenomenal.
It’s a sudden and deafening silence…the kind that only happens after the loudest explosions. I know Mitch and Ian are still here with me, fucking me through it, but I’m only slightly aware of Mitch reaching around me to slap Ian roughly on the face and grab at his throat. Ian’s eyes roll back, and I feel a rush of slippery warmth between my legs. A blurry Ian becomesunrecognizable as the room and everything around me starts to fade.
FIFTEEN
My body goes limp on Ian, and reality starts to slip back into my consciousness, and Mitch’s command to Ian becomes clearer.
“Hold it in, Fuckboy!” Mitch grunts, his dick still in my ass. “I swear to God, Ian, your ass will never recover if you bust your nut right now.”
“You’re not helping,” Ian whimpers, Mitch’s hand still wrapped around his neck.
As the world starts to right itself, I feel sorry for the poor bastard. The rush of heat I felt was for sure a sign that he had already failed to comply with Mitch’s demand to hold it in.
“Sorry,” I mutter, taking shaky breaths.
“She’s back,” Mitch laughs, letting go of Ian. “We lost you there for a second. I told you we wouldn’t let you drown.”
“What are you sorry for?” Ian asks, brushing sweaty hair out of my face.
“I felt you cum,” I say, looking up at him and his big ass grin on his face.
“That wasn’t me, sweetheart. That was all you,” Ian says. “Look at all that attitude dripping down my cock,” he laughs, clearly struggling to hold in his own release.
“Me?” I ask, confused.
“All you. Making you squirt is one thing I get to check off my bucket list,” Mitch says with such pride and admiration.
“Please, for the love of God. Don’t. Move,” Ian begs.
His arms wrap around me as they are both still inside of me, and we lay there for a moment while I catch my bearings.
Mitch slowly pulls out of my ass, then lifts my body just enough for Ian to drop out of me. I hiss as the absence of Ian inside me makes me ache and feel just how swollen my poor pussy is after the beating it took.
I open my eyes, and the room spins, my energy depleted and my muscles spent. Ian holds me tighter as he sucks in a gasp and moans in my ear, and I look down to find his cock halfway down Mitch’s throat, sucking off my cum.
“Fuck! I’m going to cum,” Ian moans, but Mitch immediately stops.
“Flip,” Mitch demands, rising to his feet and heading to the bathroom.
“So fucking bossy,” Ian says, gently rolling back around until I’m on my back, and he repositions himself on his knees, leaning over me. He smiles, brushes a sweaty strand of hair out of my face, and kisses me softly.
