The sounds he makes turn me on more, and I fuck him harder, the slickness of us loud in the quiet, darkened room.
“Lay down on him.” Faust’s command.
I arch my back, my ass in the air, and do as he said, lying my cheek on Sylvan’s chest. Sylvan’s fingers come to my ass, and he spreads me wide, exposing me to Faust.
I’m nervous, but not ashamed.
God, if only Jemma could see me now.Slut D and proud.
Then, as I roll my hips over Sylvan and feel his groan beneath me, Faust’s tongue is on my ass.
Fuck.
My eyes seem to roll to the back of my head as he pushes his tongue inside my hole, Sylvan filling my other one. I tighten around both, my body wound up tight, my nails digging into Sylvan’s ribcage.
“Fuck, baby girl,” he gasps. “You like his tongue in that ass?”
“Yes,” I moan, my lips along Sylvan’s skin.
Then Faust pulls back, dropping his mouth lower, and I feel his tongue along the base of Sylvan’s cock, and my stretched cunt.
Before I can explode from the sensation, he pushes his thumb into my ass.
“Ride us both,” Sylvan whispers, his voice throaty. “Make us both feel you.”
I roll my hips as much as I can, my hard nipples pressed to Sylvan’s abs.
The fullness feels sogood,and I can’t imagine not having them both.
Faust’s tongue moves, Sylvan stretches my ass as wide as it’ll go with both hands pulling apart my glutes, and I feel Faust shift his hand to my back, an emptiness where his finger was.
Then something much bigger presses against my opening.
I tense.
“Look at me,” Sylvan commands.
I pick my head up and stare into his beautiful eyes, my body between them, my soul fully theirs. It’s like they took a knife to my walls and hacked them all down.
Are they murderers? I don’t know, but they destroyed my guard.
“Relax for us, beautiful.” Sylvan is so soft, so kind. So unlike himself, but in this moment, I believe him, what he’s not saying:Trust us.“We won’t hurt you unless you want it,” he says. “Let us both in.”
Faust runs his cock over my ass, and Sylvan thrust up his hips, filling me deep.
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers as I melt, his hands still holding me wide for Faust. “We’ll be so careful with you. So, so careful.”
I nod as he murmurs my name, then drop my head back to his chest, letting them have me. Full surrender.
Faust pushes in, and I make my muscles relax. He doesn’t force his way inside, and with Sylvan holding me open in more ways than one, the pain is minimal. There’s pressure, and I don’t close against it.
I force myself to keep breathing, let my nails dig into Sylvan’s sides because I know he can take it, my breath coming in pants from my mouth as I drool all over the boy underneath me.
Mine.
They’re bothmine.
Faust’s hand presses on my low back, as if he’s soothing me, and he groans between his teeth as he pushes further. Thenmore, and deeper, stretching me open, marking me completely as his.
