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"Please," I breathed, moving toward the massive bed with unsteady steps. "I need you inside me. I need your cock, Brian. I can't wait anymore."
Without hesitation, I positioned myself on the bed the way I'd been fantasizing about all morning—hands and knees, back arched, ass high in the air like an offering. The plug's vibrations intensified as I moved, and I couldn't hold back the groan that tore from my throat as my hips rutted at the air.
"Fuck," Brian breathed behind me, and I could hear the sound of his own clothes hitting the floor. "You're perfect like this. So fucking perfect."
His hands settled on my ass, fingers tracing the base of the plug where it nestled between my cheeks. The simple touch sent electricity racing through my nerves, and I had to grip the sheets to keep from falling forward.
"How does it feel?" he asked, his thumb brushing against the vibrating toy. "Having this inside you all morning?"
"Incredible," I gasped, my voice breaking. "Torturous. I've been thinking about your cock for hours, imagining how you'd feel stretching me open. Fuck me. Please?”
"Easy," Brian said, his voice gentle but firm. "Let me take care of you."
I heard the rustle of the pharmacy bags, the sound of packages being opened. We'd rushed through the store like teenagers, grabbing condoms and lube with barely concealed desperation. The elderly pharmacist had given us knowing looks, but I'd been too far gone to care about it.
Brian's hands returned to my ass, his touch more purposeful now. I felt him grip the base of the plug, and then he was slowly drawing it from my body. The sensation was incredible—a long, slow burn that made every nerve ending sing with pleasure. When it finally slipped free, I felt empty, aching, desperate to be filled again.
"Christ, look at you," Brian murmured, his voice rough with arousal. "Your hole's so pink, so ready. You want my cock in here?"
"Yes," I breathed, my voice barely above a whisper. "Please, Brian. I need it."
I heard the tear of a condom wrapper, the sound of Brian rolling it on, and my cock twitched with anticipation. Then his fingers were there, slick with lube, pressing against my opening with careful pressure. I was already stretched from the plug, but his fingers were thicker, more substantial, and the burn as he worked them inside me was exquisite.
"Relax," he murmured, his free hand stroking my back. "Let me open you up properly. Gemma, you want to help or watch?"
Gemma grinned, her hand moving idly beneath her skirt. “You know I love to watch.”
His fingers moved with practiced skill, stretching and scissoring inside me until I was gasping against the sheets. Every movement sent pleasure racing through my prostate, and Icould feel myself getting closer to the edge without anyone even touching my cock.
"More," I begged, my voice breaking. "I can take more."
He added a third finger, then a fourth, working me open with methodical precision. I was writhing on the bed now, my body moving without conscious thought as I chased the incredible sensations. Sweat beaded on my skin, and I could feel pre-cum leaking from my cock onto the expensive sheets.
"That's it," Brian said. "You're opening up so beautifully. So perfect for me."
Gemma moved closer, her breath warm against my ear. "You look incredible like this," she whispered. "So desperate, so needy. I can see how much you want to be fucked. I know what it feels like to crave his cock like that.”
Before I could respond, her mouth was on my cock, her lips wrapping around the head with skilled precision. The combination of Brian's fingers in my ass and Gemma's mouth on my dick was overwhelming, and I had to bite my lip to keep from screaming. She was moaning, her fingers working her clit as she sucked me.
"Fuck," I gasped, my hips jerking between them. "You're going to make me come."
"Not yet," Brian said firmly, his fingers stilling inside me. "I want you to come on my cock. I want to feel you fall apart around me."
He withdrew his fingers, and I whimpered at the loss. But then I felt something much bigger pressing against my opening—the thick head of Brian's cock, slick with lube and ready to claim me.
"Gemma," Brian said. "Move to the end of the bed and spread your legs. I want Enzo's mouth on you while I fuck him."
I felt her mouth slide off my cock with a pop, and turned my head to watch her tear off her sundress and toss it aside. Then she positioned herself by my head, her thighs bracketing my shoulders. The scent of her arousal filled my nostrils, and I could see her pussy, pink and glistening, inches from my face.
"That's it.” Brian gripped my hips, his fingers digging in a little. "Now relax. Let me in. Gemma wants to watch you get fucked like a little slut, don’t you, Gem?"
“Oh yes,” Gemma said.
The first press of his cock against my hole was incredible—a slow, inexorable pressure that had me gasping against Gemma's thigh. He was bigger than his fingers, thicker than the plug, and the stretch was almost too much to bear.
"Breathe," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "Just breathe and let me in."
I buried my face in Gemma's pussy, using her taste and scent to ground myself as Brian slowly pushed forward. The burn was intense, overwhelming, but underneath it was a pleasure so profound it made my vision blur. Every inch he gained sentshockwaves through my body, and I found myself moaning against Gemma's flesh.
