Page 65 of Carnival Mayhem

Nash’s fingers slide into my entrance, and I cry out, overwhelmed by the sensation. Colt pulls back, his eyes searching mine as Nash finger fucks me. I’m already so wet, so ready, and his ministrations have me trembling on the edge.

“Give in to us, angel.” Colt’s voice roughens. “Let us watch as you break.”

I cry out, my back arching as pleasure erupts within me. Nash laps at my essence, his digits working in and out, while Colt kisses me, swallowing my cries.

As my tremors subside, they pull away. My chest heaves as I soak in the afterglow, my mind floating in a haze of pleasure.

“Are you up for it?” Colt queries, his eyes burning into mine, reflecting deep desire and serious worry. “We’ll ease into this, and I’ll be right here with you. If it feels off, you just say the word, and we’ll hit pause.”

My heart hammers against my ribs. I know this will be different than those horrific nights when Tommy and Jake forced themselves on me. I trust Colt and Nash to guide methrough this. Their touch has brought me only pleasure and healing.

“I’m ready,” I whisper, giving a small nod to reinforce my words.

Colt cups my cheek gently.

“It’s okay to change your mind,” Nash adds, his voice soft. “We can do this another time.”

I shake my head more adamantly, meeting Colt’s gaze. “I want this. I want to heal with you both.”

Their eyes soften, and a silent communication passes between them.

“Okay, let’s get you on your hands and knees.” Colt helps me turn over, and I lie facedown, grateful for the soft padding underneath me. “Nash, why don’t you talk her through it? I’ll take charge of stretching her slowly.”

I suck in a sharp breath as I feel Colt’s fingers trace the crease of my ass, sending a shiver of anticipation through me.

“Just relax, little bird,” Nash murmurs. “Focus on taking long, slow breaths. You’re safe with us, and we won’t go any faster than you can handle.”

I nod mutely, feeling Colt’s fingers caress my hole.

“That’s good, angel,” Colt says, his voice a low rumble. “Now, I’m just going to rub some lube between your cheeks.” I feel the slick sensation as he coats his fingers. “This might feel cold.”

“Empty your mind, Flora,” Nash encourages. “Focus on my voice. Breathe with me.”

I try to relax as Colt’s lubed fingers make gentle circles, teasing my hole. I bite my lip, tensing slightly.

“Just like that, angel,” Colt murmurs, his tone soothing. “Breathe for me, and I’ll gently slide one finger inside.”

The pad of his finger teases my entrance, and I suck in a breath, my body momentarily tensing.

“Easy,” Nash says, his fingers stroking my hair. “You’re doing so well. Relax and let him in.”

I nod, breathing more rapidly now, and Colt’s finger slips inside me. I gasp, my body adjusting to the intrusion. It’s different entirely from what I experienced before. It’s not unpleasant at all.

Colt’s finger moves in and out gently. “You’re so tight, baby.”

“You’re handling this beautifully,” Nash praises, his fingers continuing gentle strokes through my hair. “Feel Colt’s finger inside you. It doesn’t hurt, does it?”

I shake my head, moaning softly as the discomfort gives way to pleasure. “No, it feels good.”

“Good girl,” Colt rumbles, his deep voice reverberating through me. “Now I’m going to add a second finger.”

Colt applies more lube, and I sense another slick finger brushing against me. “Just ease into it and give me a slight pushback,” Colt instructs. “You’re handling this beautifully.

I do as he says, pushing back slightly, and he slides another finger into me, stretching me further.

“Just like that, angel,” he admires, his fingers gliding smoothly.“You’re taking both of my fingers effortlessly.”

I moan, my body surrendering to the unusual but not unpleasant sensation. Their voices wash over me, guiding me through it. I feel so safe with them, so treasured. It’s the complete opposite of anything I experienced before.

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