Page 33 of Wrath

Oh…

Oh fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

His tongue speared my lips and then immediately circled my tiny nub, which had quickly become the epicenter of my entire universe. He alternated between plundering my folds with his tongue and torturing my poor, abused clit.

I began to cry around Bash’s cock as the pleasure threatened to overtake me—consume me in a way I wouldn’t recover from.

I was so close.

So, so close…

Bash pulled out of my mouth at the same moment Ryland lifted me off of his face. I opened my mouth to scream at them—and threaten bodily harm—when a gentle hand landed on the small of my back, nudging me back onto my hands and knees.

Something hard pressed against my pussy from behind.

“You ready for me, Z?” Ryland whispered huskily.

When I whimpered, unable to articulate a response, Ryland slapped my ass cheek once more.

“I need verbal confirmation. Do you want this?”

“Yes, Ry. I want you. I want you inside of me so fucking badly.” I peered up at Bash through my lashes. “Both of you.”

“Fucking hell.” Sweat dotted Bash’s forehead as he guided his cock back to my waiting lips.

He thrust into me from in front at the same time Ryland slid into me from behind, his massive cock stretching me and pushing me to my very limit.

And then we were nothing but writhing bodies, our pleasure feeding into one another, compounding into something visceral and tangible. The butterflies in my stomach seemed to be tripping on acid. All of my thoughts narrowed down to this moment, this place, these guys. Lust moved in riotous swirls inside of me as I found myself climbing higher, higher, higher.

One of Ryland’s fingers snaked between our bodies and flicked my clit.

“Come for me,” he instructed.

A ripple of desire tore through me, and then I exploded into glittering shards of bliss. I thought I screamed around Bash’s cock, but I couldn’t be certain. All I knew was that my heart vaulted into my throat, and bright light lanced across my vision.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” Bash chanted as he spilled his load down my throat.

I swallowed most of it, but some cascaded down my chin, hitting the mattress beneath us.

Ryland’s hands tightened on my hips as he thrust into me one last time—going impossibly deep inside of me—and then he came with a roar of his own. His body collapsed on top of mine, and he rested his forehead against my sweaty back.

Bash slowly slid his dick out of my mouth and collapsed on his ass beside me.

“Holy fuck,” he breathed.

Holy fuck indeed.

I wasn’t sure if I could ever move again. My limbs felt like lead weights, and my eyelids seemed to be coated in concrete.

But I couldn’t just stay in bed all day, as much as I wished otherwise.

Reality was slapping me in the face, demanding I pay attention, and I had no choice but to unbury my head from the sand.

“I think we need to get up,” I murmured dazedly.

“Yeah,” both men parroted.

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