Page 71 of Hollow

“Yes.” Damiano’s growl vibrates through me, their kiss hungry—a duel of dominance and defiance.

I suck harder on Flint, feeling him tense. I feel Damiano’s finger in me, and Flint groans, low and guttural. “Fuck, Briar,” he grits out, watching as I take him deeper. “Just like that.”

“Keep going,” Damiano says, pushing my head back down on Flint’s cock. “You want him? You want to make him come?”

My answer is a muffled noise, Flint pushing harder against my mouth, his breathing harsh. He’s losing control and so am I.

Damiano’s finger in my pussy is relentless,sliding in and out, finding the rhythm with my head, with Flint’s thrusts.

“She’s so fucking tight,” he says, like Flint needs to be reminded. “Come in her mouth so I can have my turn.”

Flint’s laugh is strained. “Want it that bad, D?” He pauses, pulling back, making me desperate for more. “Too fucking bad.”

Damiano shoves him, pushing him off me, sending Flint sprawling against the glass where he stays, spreading himself open in defiance.

Damiano drags me up, pulling me onto him. “You’re mine first.” His voice is raw. I straddle him, his thick cock pressing against me.

Flint watches, but Damiano doesn’t care. He thrusts up, filling me, groaning at the depth of it. He holds my hips, holding me down, his expression a wild mix of anger and bliss. I move, riding him, feeling everything, holding on as he pounds up into me, taking what he wants.

“Fuck,” he gasps, teeth clenched, eyes shut tight. “Fuck.”

Flint’s behind me now, lips on my shoulder, hands on my breasts, fingers vicious. His cock presses against Damiano’s in me, making me cry out, making Damiano swear. It’s too much, too intense, the world slipping away. Then Flint’s filling me, too, the three of us wrecked and reckless together.

“It’s too much,” I cry out, and it is. The stretch oftwo huge cocks is way too much. “In… the… ass,” I pant.

Flint bites down hard on my neck and pulls out, repositioning at my asshole.

Damiano thrusts up hard, taking me deep and fast as Flint rams into my ass, making me scream.

“Fuck, yes!” Damiano gasps, the words clipped and tight. He grabs Flint’s neck, pulling him closer, pulling him back into a kiss, all heat and fury.

I’m pinned between them again, and this time it’s like drowning and being saved at once. Damiano and Flint in a violent rhythm, rough and raw, Flint’s hands like fire on my breasts, my whole body shattering between their thrusts.

It’s too much and not enough and everything I’ve wanted.

Everything I’ve feared.

I’ve never been so full before. I’ve never felt such a stretch and a burn.

It hurts, but the pain is blinding and beautiful, and the longer they fuck, the higher it takes me, until I fall. Until I fly.

They crash into me. I can’t tell them apart. I don’t know who is who, who is what. I see stars.

Damiano reaches between us and fingers my clit. “You wanted us both. Are you now sure about that?”

I can’t answer. My breath escapes in harsh, choked gasps. I’m coming so hard I can’t breathe. I can’t see. I can’t think.

But I don’t want it to stop here. I’ve come, and now it’s their turn.

“I want,” I gasp. “I want to watch you both fuck each other.” The fantasy of watching these two men fuck makes my head spin, makes me scream and clench around them with one last shudder.

Damiano reaches for Flint’s hair, pulling him close, his voice hoarse. “Yeah? Want to watch us fuck?”

Flint’s eyes meet mine, fierce and bright, desire and challenge. “You want it so bad?” He shoves Damiano back, forcing him against the huge lamp mechanism, a tangle of limbs and sweat and heat. “Watch how it’s really done, Briar.”

He grabs Damiano’s hips, thrusting inside him, fierce and unrelenting. Damiano cries out, his last wall breaking.

“Harder,” Damiano gasps, catching my eye. “God, don’t stop. Don’t fucking stop.”

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