“Open that mouth for me, mia cara,” Nico says, fisting a hand in my hair and jerking my head up until it’s level with his crotch. His jeans are already down around his thighs and his thick, delicious cock is waiting, throbbing just a few inches from my face. “You know I’m not going to be fucking gentle.”
“Good,” is all I have time to say before he and Atlas drive into me at the same time, one in my mouth and one in my pussy.
The moan that escapes me around Nico’s cock is purely primal, pure need, pure bliss.
“Tap my thigh if you need me to stop,” Nico grunts, pushing even deeper, the head of his cock hitting the back of my throat. “You feel too fucking good already. I might get carried away.”
I want him to get carried away. I want both of them to use me hard and rough, to give me something to remember them by when I have to inevitably leave and go back to my hellish home confinement.
They both seem to understand exactly what I need, and they’re both up to the task.
Atlas slams into me from behind, his hands digging into my hips as he drives home. My whole body rocks with the force of it, and Nico holds me steady, thrusting his hips forward and then pulling almost all the way out again before shoving his cock right back in.
They settle into a rhythm, driving into me at the same time and pushing me to my limits. I can barely breathe, barely think. The world has narrowed down to this moment, to the feel of these two powerful men using me on the back of this bike like I’m their own personal fuck doll.
And I fucking love it.
They thrust harder and faster, with Nico gripping the back of my head while Atlas pounds my pussy.
“Fuck, mia cara, you’re going to make me come,” Nico pants, his thighs tensing beneath my palms. “I’m so fucking deep down your throat. Sarai una brava ragazza per me? Are you gonna swallow every drop?”
I moan around his cock, nodding as best I can, and he thrusts a few more times before he cries out and starts to pump his load into my mouth.
Atlas keeps fucking me from behind, the sound of his hips slapping against my ass drowned out by Nico’s harsh breaths and dirty, muttered words as he finishes.
“Jesus fucking Christ.” He pulls out, his fingers gently trailing over my cheek. “So goddamn gorgeous.”
I can feel another orgasm building inside of me, and it’s not going to take much to push me over the edge again. There’s one more big cock inside me and another that’s ready and waiting, and the thought is almost enough to make me fall apart on its own.
“Gonna fill your pussy,” Atlas grinds out through gritted teeth as he fucks me deeper and deeper with each hard thrust.“Gonna make you scream for me while you come all over my cock.”
“Please,” is all I manage to gasp. “God, please, Atlas.”
He doesn’t hold back.
His hips slam into mine with enough force to send my bike rocking on its stand. I’m so close, so fucking close, and then suddenly, he’s filling me up, hot spurts of his cum painting the inside of my pussy as his fingers dig into my ass.
That’s the final piece that sends me tumbling over the edge.
“Atlas!” I cry out, my orgasm exploding through me like a shockwave.
“Fuck yes,” he growls, riding the wave with me until we both collapse against the bike, exhausted and spent.
But there’s still another cock waiting, and Killian doesn’t waste any time stepping up next to Atlas and shoving his hard cock inside me the second my pussy is free.
“Holy shit,” I groan as Killian starts to thrust, slow and deep.
He reaches out and grabs the front of the bike for leverage, using his grip to push himself even deeper. The movement rocks the bike beneath me, and I can feel Atlas’s cum leaking out and running down the insides of my thighs.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan as the new angle hits all the right spots.
Killian keeps thrusting, quickly finding a natural rhythm with my body. “You gonna come again for me, siren?”
“Yes,” I pant. “Keep going. Please, please don’t stop.”
“Oh, we’re just getting started.”
He thrusts faster, and I feel Nico and Atlas watching me as Killian brings me closer and closer to another release.