“I have never seen anyone look so upset about getting their dick in a hole,” I tease.
His scowl only deepens. “I don’t want to hurt you. There’s a tiny person in there now.”
I raise an eyebrow. “Do you think it’s going to get clobbered by two dicks?”
“Yes!” he snaps before I finish.
“You know, it’s barely bigger than a seed,” I guess. “It has no idea what’s happening. Besides, you had me tied ass up to the bed all weekend with two plugs, and you guys, living your best lives dumping in me.”
Heat flares behind his eyes even as he continues to glower.
“We’re going slow,” he repeats. “Tiniest discomfort and we stop.”
I smirk up at him. “Should I call you Daddy now?”
He’s trying to keep his stern disapproval, but he can’t hide the smirk that curls the right corner of his mouth.
But it’s Dom who smacks my ass. “I’m Daddy.”
Unperturbed, I face forward and kiss him deeply. My hips rise and fall along the length of his cock.
I probably should have known something was up when having them inside me had me orgasming from a single penetration alone. Just the stretch and feel of a cock gliding along my walls has me on the cusp. I hadn’t thought much about it given I just love having them in me regardless, but it definitely feels different.
Better.
Like every pressure point in my body has collected in my vagina and…
“Dom…” I breathe, head falling back as I ride him and take him deeper. “God, you feel so fucking good…”
“Fuck, baby, slow down,” Dom groans, mouth latched onto my nipple, sucking as I bounce faster.
I don’t want to, but I slow to small, circular grinds that keep me just on edge.
“In, Nick. Hurry. Need you,” I plead, pulling forward and offering him whichever hole he’d like.
I hear the pop of the cap. The frigid squirt of lube hits my back entrance and runs down to where Dom is nestled inside me. There’s more squelching as he rubs a generous amount down his shaft.
“Which hole?” he asks.
“You pick. Just fill me.”
Both men groan, but Dom fists my hair and drags my mouth to his. His tongue locks around mine, swallowing every moan while our boyfriend claims the hole already filled.
We’ve only done this twice before, but the pressure... the initial sting as my channel is stretched to a capacity that has me swallowing down a silent scream.
“Don’t cum!” Nick snarls through gritted teeth.
I’m trying.
I’m dragging bloody ropes down Dom’s chest, thighs shuddering, lungs seizing, but my body is already so hypersensitive, so primed…
“Faster!” I snarl back. “Get in.”
“I’m not ramming in,” he barks. “Control yourself.”
Later, we will laugh about this, but in the moment…
“Get your dick in my pussy, Nick!”
