Constantine began to thrust his hips upward, and I cried out as the pleasure intensified. I couldn't handle it. It was too much. I was being stretched so deliciously, I screamed with every thrust of his tortured hips.
Kansas held me firmly to Constantine as I rode wave after wave of unbridled passion. As we moved, Kansas's cock slid against my backside with us.
"Are you ready?" Constantine demanded.
"For what?" I gasped.
"I wasn't talking to you, princess," he growled and slowed his pace. Kansas slid his fingers down my backside, searching for the most private hole on my body.
"No!" I cried out in surprise as his thumb pressed against it.
"Sssh." Constantine pulled me down by my shoulders and hugged me to him, causing my ass to be thrust into the air. "Go ahead," he said to Kansas.
I whimpered as I felt liquid pour onto my ass and touch my puckered hole. I tried to shift my hips, but Constantine kept my body firmly locked in place.
"You're going to like it," he assured me. "We're using plenty of lubrication."
"Remember that plug you had, it's just like that, but bigger, better. You took it so well," Constantine continued to purr words of encouragement into my ear as Kansas pushed one finger past the tight ring of muscle.
I cried out as he wiggled his finger around and then slid it in and out. The pain was so sharp. How could this feel good?
Constantine murmured, "Be a good girl and let Kansas stretch your little asshole, okay? You're going to feel so full; you won't be able to stop coming."
I felt the head of Kansas's rigid cock press against my hole and slowly push itself inside. Tears slid down my face as he kept pushing. I could feel them both inside me, with a thin layer between them. My body screamed for them to stop, but they both continued to push against my openings until I took them to their bases.
"You look so beautiful," Constantine gushed, reaching up and tangling his mouth with mine. He relaxed his hold on me and slowly began to work his hips. “You’re always the most beautiful when you’re crying.”
More liquid was dumped around my ass, and Kansas began to move too. His thrusts were slower, but eventually the pain began to lessen, just like they'd said.
"Yes, let yourself go, princess," Constantine coaxed.
Kansas reached forward and took my breasts in his hands as he fucked my ass at a more rapid pace.
I gasped as my orgasm began to build. I couldn't understand where the pleasure was more focused, as both men were touching something inside me so deep, so intimate, so carnal.
Soon, I arched my back, encouraging Kansas to go deeper. I needed more of him. I needed more of Constantine. I needed them both all at once forever. Kansas shoved himself hard against me, and I cried out as my orgasm rumbled through me with such force I grew dizzy and my eyes rolled into the back of my head.
"Such a good girl coming for us." Constantine kissed me tenderly as I collapsed against his chest. They continued their delicious assault on my body, and a third orgasm came, bringing me to sobs. I cried so hard, that Kansas came, and a moment later, Constantine went stiff and I felt the pulse of his seed spilling into me.
As we pulled apart, I lay between them, the evidence of all of our orgasms a sea between my legs. I closed my eyes and rested my head against Kansas's chest, and Constantine pressed my back to his.
I didn't need to choose which one to save, because they saved me.
Rule 74 - Eisley
Pay attention when you’re being taught something new.
"Why do you call me princess?" I asked, and both men chuckled. "What?"
"Princess is your shortened nickname," Kansas confessed. "Constantine came up with it after the first few days of us hanging out and catching up."
"Okay, so what's the long nickname then?" I asked.
"Pillow Princess." Kansas rolled his eyes and snickered. "You know what that means?"
I shook my head.
"It means," Constantine's hands crept up my shoulders and trailed down, sliding between my arm and body and cupping my breast "you let your partners do all the work."
