The smell of them, the feel of them so massive inside me, their groans pulsing ripples of pleasure through me, their muscles like great, unbreakable chains caging me, keeping me—it unravels me.
I glance to the left, finding Raphael’s eyes on us while he fists and strokes himself. I squeeze, almost coming from the sight alone, but Jude grips my jaw, pushing me harder against Vincent.
“Eyes on my partner, Briella,” he commands, gripping my hair with his other hand. “Give him what he needs, Babydoll.”
I open wider for him, tasting the giant of a man who cares for animals so tenderly, so masterfully, it makes me lo—want him more. I’m not there yet. Stay in the moment. I clench again and again around them. One length quivers.
Jude releases my hair, and I gasp against Vincent’s lips because Jude has seized his throat. Strong dark arm wrapped around my body, but gripping his partner by the neck, nearly cutting off his air. “Don’t you dare fucking come?—”
“Jude, you fucking bastard,” Vincent rasps, and both their cocks go still inside me.
Then, their mouths go wild, becoming beasts feeding on one another again. And fucking me, lifting me, driving their hips against my body and using me so severely until I don’t know where I begin and they end.
We exist in our own orbit now.
It comes before I can stop it. Wave after wave of hot bliss surges through me, igniting every nerve ending and detonating a delicious burn into my blood. The wave drowns me in liquid heat. And it seems to go on forever. Because they don’t stopfucking me. It feels like my pussy is choking on them, gagging for them, begging them to ruin me more and see how far we can go.
“I don’t believe she asked for permission.” A laugh rumbles in Vincent’s chest.
“Quite so,” agrees Jude. “How shall we punish her?”
“You mean other than wrecking this sweet cunt, beating up this pussy until she can’t walk without two limps?”
I bite down on Vincent’s shoulder, and he and Jude both laugh. I hate how much I love the sound. And then, they rail me. Pounding and hammering and power-fucking me until I’m sure my pussy is a hot mess of molten flesh and shredded muscle. Jude’s piercings must have worn permanent indents inside my cunt. Vincent’s tattoo must have rubbed off at least a little by now.
It’s unfathomable that they’ve managed to hold off this long.
My breasts bounce against Vincent’s chest, swinging and slapping against the ridges of pure ink and muscle. Another stab, and I crash again, exploding into a spiral of pleasure, the orgasm powering through me. Slamming my eyes shut, I grind down on both of their cocks, screaming and cursing their names through clenched teeth before collapsing, breathless, unable to do anything but take them.
“Fucking now, Vinny,” Jude commands.
Three rapid-fire bursts, and they come together, shooting their loads into me, flooding me with their release until I’m drowning in them.
After the aftershocks finally fade, and they come out, cold air hits my pussy. But not for long before Jude comes out from under me. His strong hands grip my butt, then a hot mouth covers me.
“Oh, God, Jude! Too much!” I scream at his tongue licking me, sucking on my lips, tasting his partner, his partner whoholds me down, pinning my arms above my head. “I can’t! I need?—”
“I know what my woman needs,” Jude growls and anchors a hand on my pelvis, holding me down.
Vincent bobs his brows at me, keeping one powerful hand on my wrists while his other chases down my body, settling on my breast. Gasping, panting, I tip my head back and surrender to the desire, the arousal radiating through me again from Jude’s tongue working my hypersensitive clit, from Vincent rolling one nipple between his finger and thumb.
I break again. The orgasm rips through me like crashing waves of euphoria. I scream so loud, so many octaves, my voice runs dry.
I’m shaking too much; I don’t realize it’s happening until Vincent is before me, crouching between my legs again. He spears his erection into me, devouring my cries with his mouth, taking my whimpers and sobs into him. I try to wrap my legs around him, but they don’t get far.
“Jude, goddamn you!” Vincent growls, and I open my eyes, peering down to find the doctor managing to lick the base of Vincent’s dick and his balls.
When he disappears, moving behind, Vincent’s booming groan confirms the doctor is licking his ass, probably burying himself between those rock-hard glutes.
“Come on, you beautiful black bastard,” Vincent barks, “and give it to me now.”
Jude rises, his chest falling against the fighter’s back. “You said never?—”
“I know what I said,” Vincent snaps, driving himself into me in slow, strong thrusts. “Do it now before I change my mind, you metal-dick fuck.”
My vision turns glassy from tears and sweat, but I understand what’s happening when Jude grabs something fromhis nearby pants. My breath catches as he pours oil over himself and drives himself into Vincent’s ass. One. Deep. Thrust. Vincent locks up, freezing inside me, but he doesn’t go down. If anything, he just got harder, bigger.
“Damn, Vincent, your ass is tighter and hotter than a vise in hell, gripping all my metal.”
