He threw me onto the bed, pulling on my limbs to arrange my body as he wanted me, and the next second, Jordy was there, spooning me.
Jordy’s pierced cock drove into me and pushed at the gate to my womb. Like a press of a button. I arched and came.
“Fuuuck!”
The climax was short and sharp, like a stab of pleasure up my torso.
I could distinctly feel the small jewel in Jordy’s cockhead pressing against my flesh. Monty held me to his immense chest, and I rubbed my face against his pecs while Jordy fucked me.
“Your hole is so soft, sweetheart. So open. You want us both?”
“Please. Need it.”
It might not work, but I was too far gone to care. I just wanted more.
They must have exchanged looks or said something—I hadn’t noticed—but Monty was now propped against the headboard. Jordy pulled out of me, unceremoniously grabbed me by my hips, and sat me on Monty’s cock as if I were a doll.
Holding my legs spread into aV, Monty bucked up into me in a lazy rhythm, while Jordy knelt before us. He stroked his fingers along my rim.
“We’ll try, okay. You say stop, and we stop immediately.”
I nodded eagerly. We weren’t stopping, no way.
My hole tingled, no tension and barely any stretch despite having Monty’s immense shaft in me to the root. My belly seemed bigger—it must have been, accommodating all that extra mass. I liked it. My bears fucked me so good I already looked pregnant.
Fuck. Pregnant! Raw want made me whine and buck in Monty’s hold.
My hole was just a mass of loose flesh, eager for friction. Only in the small nook beneath my belly button, where my womb nestled, I still felt a hint of emptiness. And as I writhed on Monty’s dick, the hollow feeling grew.
But they would fill the empty space in me. They would fill me so good, I’d never feel empty again.
Jordy slipped one finger inside and rotated it, then rubbed it against the front wall of my hole. I would have twitched and jerked, but Monty held me in place.
Second finger. Jordy pulled a little, and my rim stretched. The sensation was so satisfying.
“Fuck, Laurel, you’re loose.”
The pressure increased, and Monty groaned into my ear. Fucking hell. Jordy’s fingers moved along the front wall of my hole while Monty’s cockhead pressed against the mouth to my womb. It felt like a really bulky, really hard knot.
Then Jordy did something that added incredible pressure on my gland. I shivered.
“Four fucking fingers.” Jordy looked angry, staring at where his hand worked its way into my body. I gazed at him like he was the most beautiful sight of my life. He probably was, right next to seeing Monty cuddling him on my sofa.
“I’m stroking Monty’s dick inside your hole, Laurel. How does that feel, huh?”
My lower body tingled all over, but it still wasn’t enough.
“Give me everything,” I slurred.
It would have been impossible outside the heat, I was sure of it. But it seemed my hormone-laden body could take anything.
When Jordy made a space for himself with his fingers and lined up, pressing on my rim, I pushed to meet him. I bore down, instincts screaming at me to fucking take it, to open up. A wave of sudden warmth spread through my pelvis and down my legs.
Monty made a strangled noise, and his blunt nails dug into the undersides of my thighs.
“Don’t you dare knot him now, Montgomery!” Jordy growled.
The pressure and fullness were insane.
