Page 122 of Lesson In Honesty

“Sorry, babygirl.” He gave her ass a reassuring trio of pats. “We were so close then.”

So close to what, mutilating her? A terrible, horrifying thought struck her: what if Liam achieved his goal and squished himself in there—inher—and neither man could getout?Two well-endowed men cramming themselves into a much smaller orifice surely created a risk of getting stuck?

She moaned in abject horror, imagining someone coming to find them when Liam didn’t show up for his shift. Evander—orworse, Elias—walking in to find them wedged into one entity, not dissimilar to that creepy centipede movie.

She had no idea what the highest level of mortification was called, probably death, but no one could live through humiliation that severe. Especially since the EMTs would have to be called to help with an extraction, or transport them to a fuckinghospitalwhere they’d become some freakish circus attraction.

Panic lodged a ball in her throat. Air fast became a rare commodity, little sips forcing their way past the constriction.

“Aw, don’t do that, pixie. We’ve got you.” Mack pressed his face into her hair. “Tell us what you’re thinking. Tell us so we can help. We’re not trying to traumatize you, we just want us all to be closer together.”

Trembling, she choked out, “Stuck.”

“No one’s stuck, babygirl.” Liam paused, drawing out a longohof realization. “Sierra, we’re not going to get stuck in you. Gettinginsideyou is proving to be the bigger issue here, but we’ve got enough lube to grease a pig at the county fair.”

She giggled. It took her completely by surprise. Instead of kinky freaks locked together on a hospital gurney, her mind conjured images of Mack and Liam’s cocks with cute little ears and snouts, all greased up, being chased through a muddy pen by sexy, bare chested cowboys.

“That’s more like it.” Mack’s chest heaved with relief. “Why can’t you have a pencil dick, Liam?”

“Me? I’m not the one with a beer bottle cock.”

Mack chuckled. “Not far off. We aren’t much different in size.”

“True. Can you not tell yours to breathe in?”

Oddly, their friendly banter calmed her down. They were unapologetic about their size; why should they be otherwise when they had no control about it? She almost believed there was nothing to worry about when they joked with each otherthis way, until she remembered they didn’t have to be concerned with their precious dicks suffering an injury.

Starting to get uncomfortable in her current position, she struggled to shift her legs and hips to alleviate the ache. A quick, blinding shard of pain pierced her pussy, traveling up to her brain and alerting her to a big fucking problem.

Her men groaned in unison.

“Atta girl, Sierra.” Voice tight and dark, Liam growled the words. “Holyshit.”

Uh-oh, what had she done? Not daring to move, she barely breathed. Somehow, she’d given him enough leverage to do the impossible and squeeze in with Mack. She chanted under her breath, “Do not move, do not move, do not move.”

“You okay, pixie?” Mack’s voice was equally as tight.

“Ow, you bastards.”

Liam laughed, kneading her hip. “Yeah, she’s fine. How are you holding up? Think you can last a few more minutes?”

“Debatable.”

“I’ll add some more lube, then ease my way in. God, this is perverse and absolutely fucking beautiful at same time. Levi would love this.”

Sierra’s eyes popped wide as her head jerked up. “Try putting another one in there and I’ll discombobulate all of you.”

“You’re going to fuddle us?”

“What the hell does fuddle mean?” She hissed as cold lube trickled down her ass crack, over her anus, to coat the invaders. When Liam pushed gently, all thoughts of discombobulating and fuddling vanished under the unholy fullness commandeering her senses. “Oh. My. God.”

Mack’s head fell back against the couch. “Be very careful how you go from here, Liam.”

“Not even halfway yet,” her Daddy growled. Apparently, he was in a growly mood tonight; she loved it, that rumbling rasp that was so primal and fierce. “Any pain, Sierra?”

Strangely, no. Not quite anyway. She hovered on the precipice of feeling as though her core was going to burst at the seams, torn between acutely fine pain and disastrous pleasure. A rough thrust, the wrong angle, and something—her—would have to give, but right now… she was just utterly, unashamedlyfull.

“N-No.” Her lips were numb; was that normal?

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