Page 136 of Cruel Pleasures
A sensation that feels good yet also feels wrong.
I moan and collapse the rest of the way into Archer’s lap. Only my ass remains rounded in the air as Ryu burrows the plug deep inside, then draws it out again.
When I’m opened up enough, the plug’s gone entirely. Ryu’s dick promptly takes its place. His smooth shaft slides right in and I buck at the new level of penetration. The plug was a lot to take, but Ryu’s dick sinking in is so much more.
He strokes into me at a measured pace, pouring more oil on my ass as he goes. In the back of my mind, I’m vaguely aware how wild this situation has become.
How I’m on my knees with my head in the lap of one man while another is buried deep in my ass.
The dirtiness of it only makes me wetter. My skin hotter and dewier.
Archer regains enough clarity to admire the view before him. Our gazes link as his breathing steadies and he fondles my hair. A twinkle lives in the dark sapphire blue. Some kind of twisted intimacy between us. I find I can’t break the connection; I can’t look away.
So I peer up into his eyes as another man fucks my ass from behind.
“Look at you,” he says, affectionately pushing strands of my hair back. “I knew from the moment I saw you you could take cock like no other. Does Ry feel good buried in your ass?”
My whimpered yes answers him. In this moment, as Ryu’s thrusts pick up and my pleasure intensifies, I’m about as gone as Archer was minutes ago.
He pulls my head up out of his lap and cradles my face, coming in for a kiss. I open my mouth to take his tongue and surrender to him.
Both of them.
It’s how I come.
With Archer’s tongue deep in my mouth and Ryu’s dick deep in my ass. A rush of heat spreads through me for my third orgasm of the night. I’m melted wax in Archer’s arms, though his kiss feels no less good.
He kisses me like he’s always kissed me—with raw aggression and affection, sucking on my tongue as Ryu spills into my once puckered hole.
Filthy.
That’s the only word that bounces around the inside of my head.
Filthy and uninhibited and so passionate I don’t know what to do with myself. How can I ever move on from this? How can I ever be the same after these two men?
These probing thoughts feel too complex given everything that’s happened. I chase them away and focus on how achy my body feels.
Knees sore, ass slick and full, pussy empty. My mouth aches from going as hard as I did getting Archer off.
I can’t get up on my own. Ryu pulls out and Archer guides me up by the hand.
You’d think I’d be ready to call it quits. I’d be done. Finished for the night.
But as I stand up on shaky legs, my pussy’s still throbbing. I’m still buzzing from the adrenaline, so wired that I’m both exhausted and brimming with energy all at once.
It seems Archer and Ryu are the same.
They share looks between them that produce another flip in my belly.
“What?” I ask. “What is it?”
“I haven’t had a taste of that ass tonight, minx,” Archer answers. “Did you think I was kidding when I said it was my turn?”
“Are you trying to break me?”
“Are you expecting me to believe you don’t want it? I saw how glossy that pussy was. You’re fucking soaked at the thought of both of us.”
“Who said anything about both of you? You better not mean what I think you do.”
