"Fuck, I'm gonna come," Nolan says.
Dax pulls me back by my hair and away from Nolan's dick, who groans in frustration.
"Not yet," Dax says, still steadily fucking me from behind. He pulls out, and now it's my turn to whimper from the absence of him, my pussy desperate to be filled again.
I almost get what I want when Dax pushes his fingers into me, but then he pulls them out and pushes those wet fingers into my ass.
"Ahh!" I cry out.
"I think the easiest way to do this…" he says. "Is for you to lie down on your side with your hands behind your back so I can hold them. So go ahead, princess. Lie down."
He takes his fingers out, and I lie down, heart pounding, while Dax pulls my hands behind my back and molds his body to mine. "I have lube in my room, but I can't wait." He pushes the head into my tight hole.
"Oh, god!" I scream.
"Better if I do it while it's still nice and wet. And you're doing so fucking good, Saige."
"Dax…oh, my god."
Nolan scoots closer, grabbing my leg and hitching it around his waist; it gives both Dax and me a better angle. He's easier to take, and picks up his pace, thrusting into me from behind in short, powerful bursts that send pleasure up my spine and make my clit pulse.
Just as I'm getting used to it, Nolan pushes his cock into my pussy, stretching and filling me in a way I've never felt before.
"Ahhh!"
"Shit," Nolan groans. "Jesus, fuck, I can feel you fucking her."
"Oh, my god…" I whimper. "Fuck…fuck…"
I repeat the word over and over, like it's a prayer that'll save me. But I don't want to be saved.
Nolan finds a pace that matches Dax's, and they use each other's momentum to fuck me between them. And I'm a completely helpless, drooling, whimpering mess between them, my arms bound tightly behind my back; head thrown back while my tits bounce with every brutal thrust.
"How's that feel?" Dax asks, pressing his lips to my throat. "Does that feel good, sweetheart?"
"Yes…" I admit. It hurts; and I feel so unnaturally full, but god, it feels good, too. It's almost like a fucking out-of-body experience. All I can do is feel—the tension at my core, the pulsing of my clit as Nolan fucks my pussy.
Pleasure and pain shooting up my spine as Dax thrusts into me.
"You're doing so good, Saige," Nolan rasps. "So fucking good, baby."
"I'm…I'm going to come. Fuck!"
"Do you think Elias knows you're taking both of our dicks right now? Do you think he knows what a good little fuck doll you are, Saige?" Dax asks.
I come hard, clenching around both of them, my entire body shaking between them. Neither lets up, fucking me at the same quick, brutal pace while I writhe against Dax's hold.
They're ruining me, and I know that. But I don't want it to stop—not when letting them use me like this feels this good.
By the time Dax comes, I'm a whimpering, overstimulated, over-fucked mess. He releases one of my arms, reaching around the front of me, squeezing my tit in his hand while he writhes against my backside, filling me with his cum.
He hisses when he slides his cock out of me, then brushes my hair away from my face, kissing my neck again, telling me how good I did and how perfect I am while Nolan thrusts into me faster, harder, his hair damp with sweat and sticking to his forehead.
Dax grabs my thigh and holds me open for him, and I moan.
"I love watching his dick fuck into your messy, swollen pussy, baby," Dax says against my skin. "I told you I'd take care of you. We're taking good care of you, aren't we? Giving your tight little body what it's begging for?"
"Yes…"
