Page 72 of Conquered
“Just some lube, Pretty Girl,” Loki reassures me, his fingers following the lube and rubbing round my puckered hole.
“Oh, fuck,” I moan, as I feel Loki's finger enter me, my hips bucking at the intrusion. Nuzzling into Jax's neck, I let the intense sensation of fullness wash over me.It feels so fucking good.
“Shit, I can feel him inside you, Pretty Girl,” Loki rasps out as he starts to pump his finger in and out of me, slowly at first then picking up speed. My inner muscles clench round Jax, who curses again. Another finger joins the first, stretching me wider still.
“Loki…” I moan in a voice so husky and deep I don't recognise it as my own.
“I've got you, Pretty Girl,” Loki replies as he moves up behind me and replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, carefully and gently pushing the tip in. I gasp at the slight burn, which disappears as Jax wiggles a hand between us and starts rubbing my clit.
“Fucking hell!” I cry out as Loki pushes further in.
I feel so full I can hardly take a full inhale, and his piercing is rubbing me in all the right places. Jax must feel it too, as he hisses out a breath, the fingers of his hand on my hip digging in.
Finally, Loki’s hips meet my arse as he goes balls deep with a low moan.
“Pretty Girl...you feel so fucking incredible,” he groans as he starts to slowly draw back out.
“Fuck, dude, I can feel you inside her,” Jax moans deeply, his hands on my hips squeezing tight, keeping me in place.
Jax also starts to draw out of me, in tandem with Loki, and the feeling of both of them inside me, hitting every nerve, leaves me shaking and tingling all over. They keep this slow place, allowing me time to adjust, but I'm ready for more.
“Fuck me harder...please,” I moan out, my nails digging into Jax’s shoulders. I want, no, need, to be dominated by them and feel them pound into me, using me for their pleasure.
“You sure, Baby Girl?” Jax asks me, looking into my eyes and pausing his movements. I can see the restraint in his gaze and can feel it in the tension of his muscles. He's holding back. “We don't want to hurt you,” he says, voice tinged with concern.
“I trust you,” I gasp out, looking back at him with no fear.
He may look big and scary, and I might have only known him a short while, but I do trust him. I trust all of them. I know that none of them would ever hurt me. He holds my gaze for a second longer, then looks over my shoulder at Loki, giving him a slight nod.
I feel Loki wrap my hair round his hand, pulling me upright a little so my palms are resting on Jax's pecs.
“We're gonna bury our cocks in you so deep, and fuck you so hard you'll be coming for fucking days,” he whispers in my ear. I whimper, and my inner muscles clench round them both, deep groans escaping their lips.
They both begin to slowly withdraw again, only to slam inside me seconds later, and I scream and claw at Jax at the wave of sudden pleasure.
“Yes! Fuck yes!” I cry out as they move in synchronicity, pounding in and out of me as one.
“Shit! I'm not gonna last long, bro. Her ass is so fucking tight,” Loki hisses out, voice strained. Jax's fingers rub my clit furiously, sending wave after wave of pure unadulterated pleasure rolling over me.
“Jax! I'm so close…” I cry, and seconds later, he pinches the bud hard.
I detonate into hundreds of tiny pieces.
I feel liquid spurt out of me as I come, and I can't make a single sound. My whole body lights up, clenching, and I hear Loki roar his own release behind me, his grip on my hair tightening. Jax follows shortly after, a curse hissing from his lips as he orgasms, squeezing the globes of my arse tight, keeping them spread for Loki.
I fall boneless onto Jax's chest, my whole fucking body tingling, as I try to relearn how to breathe. Opening my eyes, I’m just in time to see ropes of cum shoot out of Ash's hard dick, as he too, finds his own pinnacle.
“Well, fuck me, Pretty Girl,” Loki gasps out on the edge of a laugh.
He slowly pulls out and flops down onto the sofa bed, arm over his eyes, chest slick with sweat and heaving. I feel Jax tap my shoulder, so I look up at him, still lying along his torso with his softening dick inside me.
“Are you okay, Baby Girl?” he rumbles out, a hint of concern in his blue gaze.
I manage to get my arm moving enough to stroke the side of his face. I can't believe this giant of a guy is so attentive, so mindful of how I feel.
“I'm better than okay,” I whisper, voice a little hoarse from all the screaming that just went on. “A little sore, but in a good way,” I rush to add as I see him frown at the mention of being sore.
He leans in, placing the gentlest of kisses on my lips, his touch reverent like I am the most precious thing in the world to him.
