The first push was hard and violent, breaching muscles unused to even half his size with a massive shove that put his head all the way inside. Her hands clenched against Silas’s chest.
Boone didn’t ease her into it. He forced himself in with those massive thighs, each inch making her walls fight for space around Silas’s cock. The deeper Boone got, the tighter Silas felt inside her — every thrust from one shifted the other, grinding against nerves she couldn’t name.
Her breath turned shallow, every drive into her ass rocking her hips down onto Silas until his cock was rooted deep. She couldfeelthem meet inside her, the pressure almost unbearable, her body stretched so wide she wasn’t sure where one burn ended and the other began.
She hadn’t split open before, but she thought she might this time. Tears blurred her vision, not from emotion but from sheer, overwhelming sensation — the sting of the cane welts each time Boone’s hips smacked her ass, the raw stretch in both holes, Silas’s cock dragging against every tender inch of her pussy.
Boone set the rhythm with deep, relentless thrusts while Silas shifted his hips beneath her, angling up to grind against the front wall with every pass.
She tried to keep her breath even, to ride the rhythm, but her ass felt like it was being split in two, and Silas only smirked, his hands gripping her thighs to keep her exactly where he wanted her. No sympathy, only control.
When tears flowed down her face, he asked, “What kind of cocksleeve cries when she’s filled with cock? Buck up, little whore. This is what you’re made for.”
Even with his harsh words, he held her to him, caressed her back while Boone tore her ass up, fucking her hard and fast, looking for his own release, using her body to find it.
Finally, he groaned low and ground deep, pulsing inside her, spilling into her.
He pulled out, collapsed beside them, and rolled over on the double-queen bed.
Silas ordered her off him, then back to knees and chest, and he sank his dick into her ass — still raw and inflamed. No time to breathe, no time to adjust. Just one long, ruthless thrust until he was fully seated, inches deeper than Boone. She’d thought she could handle Silas in her ass since Boone had stretched her so damned wide, but she’d been wrong. She was so raw, so inflamed, a damned pinky finger would’ve been too much.
He was relentless, pounding her, using her body the way he wanted, each deep drive reminding her exactly who she belonged to.
By the time he finished, she was shaking, the sting from the cane still radiating heat, her ass stretched and sore. She half expected him to roll over and ignore her, but Silas surprised her by taking the time to clean her with a warm cloth, his touch beyond gentle, wiping away sweat and tears before going lower and cleaning the mess between her legs.
Careful fingers applied a soothing balm on her asshole, warning her before he dipped in to soothe the inside, giving her comforting noises when he finished, telling her it was over.
When he was done and had washed his hands, he drew her into his arms, tucking her under his chin, one big hand stroking slow, steady circles between her shoulder blades. His voice was quiet, almost rough with something unspoken.
“That’s it, Girly. It’s just us now. No scene.” His hand stroked her back in slow circles, grounding her in the quiet. “You’re fine.Ours. Close your eyes and drift off. We have you.”
The steady beat of his heart under her cheek, the warmth of his body cocooning her, the low rumble of his breathing — it was more anchor than she’d realized she needed. Her eyes drifted closed, her body loose against his.
The last thing she felt before sleep took her was Silas’s hand tightening briefly at her hip, holding her in place like she mattered.
The quiet promise in the gesture followed her down into dreams.
Chapter 12
Willow surfaced to the press of Boone’s weight over her, the low rumble in his chest a warning and a promise. He didn’t bother with words, just slid into her raw pussy in one smooth push. She caught his shoulder, the heat of him sinking into her bones, and let him take what he wanted. The mattress dipped and shifted under his rhythm, his mouth claiming hers in quick, hungry kisses until his groan vibrated against her lips.
He gave her permission to orgasm, his mouth at her ear, “Come around my dick, little fucktoy.” The words tipped her over, a slow wave rolling out from her center, warmth spilling through her limbs. A deep, melting release that left her loose under him, clinging to his shoulders as the last shivers faded.
He finished with a final, deep thrust, the warm spill of him inside her followed by the drag of his breath at her neck. A quick kiss to her temple, and then he was gone, padding off to start his morning.
Willow rolled toward the other side of the bed, tucking herself into Silas’s arms. He was warm and solid against her back, still deep in sleep, his breathing slow. She let herself drift again.
The next time she opened her eyes, Kenny stood over the bed. “All fours. Side of the bed. Want your mouth.”
Her body obeyed before her brain caught up, knees and palms sinking into the mattress as she leaned over the edge, opening to accept him, and then fighting for air when he fisted her hair, angled her head, and filled her in one relentless thrust.
Kenny was in a mood this morning. Rough. Looking for a physical release, using her to get himself off. No longer a brand-new toy to play with. No warm-up, no tease. Just the raw, unapologetic use of what belonged to him.
Her insides lit up like a live wire, clit throbbing, nipples tightening hard enough to ache. She damned near came — untouched, pulse hammering as he drove into her, his groan low and dark above her.
His grip on her hair kept her where he wanted her, the drag at her scalp making her eyes water. Each thrust bottomed out, his legs hitting the mattress, his cock filling her so deep her throat worked to take it while she fought to breathe.
Her fingers curled around the mattress edge, lungs burning, the only sounds between them the wet pull of his cock, and his breath getting rougher.
