Page 125 of Trapped Truth

Two further strikes push me to the edge. I’m barely held upright by Warner’s cock surging into me or his grip locked around my waist. When I gasp for a breath, Blaine stretches a hand in front of me, tapping his finger on my mouth.

“Suck.”

I open up to take in his long digits, coating them in saliva.

“Good girl.”

Tingles invade my limbs, carrying acute anticipation. I know his plan. The drenched fingers pull free then part my cheeks to press against the tight ring of muscle at my backside, demanding submission. All I can do is relax into it.

“Easy, sweetheart. You’ve done this before.”

“Blaine...”

“You’re going to take us both. Just breathe and focus.”

To my shock, Warner doesn’t protest. He looks far too intrigued by the prospect while slowing his movements to grant Blaine the space to work. Caught between them, I’m left to take the fingers inching inside my rear, advancing with each breath.

The fullness is entrancing—not so overwhelming that I need to tap out, but I’m skipping towards a breaking point I didn’t know existed. When Blaine’s digits scissor inside me, a sudden precipice appears to carry me into the deep end.

“Oh, God!”

“She’s coming,” Warner grits out.

Distantly, Blaine chortles. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Not even their snarking can stop my orgasm from blistering a path through a complex network of veins to set my entire body alight. It’s short but brutal. Every hair stands on end while slick warmth gathers where Warner is seated inside me.

When my vision has slightly settled, I realise Blaine’s hand has vanished. He offers the shortest reprieve known to man, then the hot, blunt force of his erection is knocking at my rear entrance, making me scream out all over again.

“Relax, Ember. You’re ready.”

I can hear him depositing saliva on his shaft, the wetness landing with a quiet thud. The lubricant eases Blaine’s path to edging inside me, one excruciatingly wonderful inch at a time. Just when I think there’s no more of me to be filled, he pushes that little bit farther.

“You’re doing good,” Warner whispers, tweaking one stiff nipple.

“So f-full.”

“Just a little more.” Blaine’s warm breath hits the back of my neck.

“You were made for us, Em. You can handle it.”

“P-Please!”

“That’s it, sweetheart. Take our cocks.”

With a guttural grunt, Blaine bottoms out behind me. I mewl at the sensation of him sliding free only to glide back inside my ass much easier this time around. With impeccable timing, Warner lifts up from the mattress, surging back into me.

It takes a few seconds for them to feel each other out—a combination I never anticipated witnessing. Soon, Blaine is matching Warner’s pace, timing his thrusts with each withdrawal until I’m being hit from both angles.

The compound effect obliterates any sense left in my mind. All I can perceive is their touch, their brutality, the combined onslaught of two men riding me into an oblivion.

“Dammit,” Warner hisses through his teeth. “I need to spill myself inside this sweet cunt.”

“Yes!” I release his earlobe, eager for him to fill me.

“You feel too fucking good, love.”

I’m not the only one overwhelmed by it all. His upward rocking is growing more unsteady by the second. I can’t help but morbidly wonder if they rub up against each other inside me. The mere thought sends a jolt of heat down my spinal cord.