Page 104 of A Fool's Game

“That…” I swallow hard, breath coming in shallow gasps. “That he’d make room for me.”

“That we both would,” she answers.

The only sound is each of our astonished, labored breaths as we work as a team to stretch her body open and fit ourselves inside. Together. It’s so tight that I feel like my cock is being strangled, but in the best possible way. When I look down, I'm amazed to see we’re only an inch or so inside her.

“How does it feel?” Taylor asks.

“Big,” she answers.

“How deep can we go?”

“All the way,” Gem says quickly. And then, “I’m not sure.”

“Which is it?”

“I…I want you all the way. But I'm not sure.”

“When you need to stop, you tell us, okay?”

Gem nods, lip clamped tightly between her teeth.

“Say it,” Taylor demands.

“Okay.”

And we go deeper.

I’m out of my mind with the pleasure mixed with the impossibility of the whole thing. Taylor seems to pull her down over our dicks in slow motion. We all watch as our shafts grow more and more invisible inside her.

We’re all but an inch buried in her when she finally stops us. “Stop there,” she says, and Taylor does.

“Too much?” he asks.

She shakes her head. “No, but I want to fuck.”

He grunts out a laugh. I almost laugh myself, but I worry it would be maniacal in my current headspace. “We’re fucking, love.”

“No, we’re not. We’re just sitting here.”

Taylor growls low in his throat. “Be careful what you ask for.”

“Do it,” she hisses.

He turns to me, and I meet his gaze, nodding when he communicates fully with that smoldering glare. It’s going to take all three of us to pull this off.

Our first try fumbles and our cocks shoot out of her as we let ourselves get too shallow, but we work it out, finding a slow rhythm in and out of her body. Gem’s head is thrown back as she rides us, holding onto our shoulders and grinding her hips against our slow thrusts.

It's a completely surreal experience, one I never in my wildest fantasies would have thought up. Then again, I alwaysmanaged to keep other dicks out of my dreams, even in the safety of my own mind. But here I am, nestled next to Taylor’s dick inside the home we’ve both made for ourselves.

It occurs to me then that we’re going to come together in here, mixing inside her body as we solidify the inseparability of ourselves. The thought takes me right to the edge.

“I’m going to come,”I whisper to no one in particular.

“Yeah,” Taylor answers me, voice uncharacteristically strained and soft.

“Harder,” Gem demands, and we both know what she’s asking for and why.

If this is coming to an end, we’ll make it end in a bang.

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