I kiss him—hard, desperate. He kisses back, hand tangling in my hair. When I pull back, I turn to Rogue.
He stands, pulls me against him. “Now stop talking and let us fuck you properly.”
I laugh, short, breathless, then turn to Armen, who just cups my face with both hands, forehead pressed to mine. “You’re not just ours. You’re exactly where you belong.”
Then he kisses me, slow, deep, claiming.
They guide me down to the blankets.
This time, it’s different.
69
VI
Armen positionsme on my hands and knees, hands firm on my hips. Sting kneels in front of me, cock already hard. Rogue moves behind Armen, watching.
Sting slides into my mouth first, slow, deliberate. I take him deep, tongue swirling.
Armen’s hand slides between my legs, fingers pushing inside. I’m already wet. He curls them, and I moan around Sting.
Then Armen pulls his fingers free, and I feel something cool, slick, against my ass. I tense.
“Relax,” Armen murmurs. “We’re going to take all of you tonight.”
I nod around Sting’s cock.
Armen’s finger pushes into my ass slowly, just one, gentle, working me open. I breathe through it, focusing on Sting in my mouth, the stretch, the pressure.
Then a second finger. Slower. Deeper. I whimper.
“Good girl,” Rogue says from somewhere beside us. “Take it.”
Armen works me open carefully, patient, thorough. When he finally pulls his fingers free, I feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against me.
“Breathe,” he says.
I do.
He pushes in, slow, inch by inch. The stretch is intense, almost too much. But he doesn’t stop. Just keeps pressing forward until he’s fully seated.
I gasp around Sting, nails digging into the blankets, whimpering.
Armen holds still for a moment, letting me adjust. Then he starts to move, slow, small thrusts that make me see stars.
Sting pulls out of my mouth, strokes himself. “How does she feel?”
“Tight,” Armen growls. “Perfect.”
Rogue moves beneath me, sliding out from under Armen’s legs. He positions himself on his back, pulls me down so I’m straddling him. His cock slides into my pussy, filling me completely.
I cry out, overwhelmed, stretched, so full I can barely breathe.
They move together, Armen in my ass, Rogue in my pussy, coordinated thrusts that make my vision blur.
Sting kneels beside my head, guides my mouth back to him. I take him eagerly, desperate for something to ground me.
They fuck me like this, rough, possessive, claimingevery part of me. Armen’s hands hold my ass open. Rogue’s fingers dig into my thighs. Sting’s hand tangles in my hair.
