Page 264 of Better When Shared
“Yes,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around my neck, eyes wild and glazed. “Right now, Ryker. Be a good boy and fill me up.”
The “good boy” was always my undoing. I yanked her down onto my lap, rolling the condom on as she clung to me, kissing me hard and messy. The couch creaked under our weight as I lined myself up, and then I was pushing into her wet heat, taking me inch by inch until I bottomed out.
She threw her head back, shameless and gasping, and I couldn’t help but fuck her hard—deep, desperate thrusts that made hertits bounce and her nails rake down my back. She clamped around me, greedy for every stroke, using my body like a toy.
Kiaan didn’t wait for instructions; he knelt beside us and fisted his cock, stroking himself as he watched me fuck her. His eyes were huge, lips parted, the sight of his hand on himself making my blood roar in my ears.
“Look at you, Duchess,” I panted, burying my face in her neck. “Taking me so good. You want me to knock you up, don’t you? Want my cum mixing with Kiaan’s, filling you full?”
She sobbed out a “Yes!” arching her back for more. My hands found her ass, guiding her movements, grinding her down onto my cock as she took every inch.
Kiaan moved closer, his mouth finding her nipple, sucking hard as he watched us. “You look so fucking beautiful when you come,” he murmured against her skin. “Let me make you do it again, Duchess. Can I fuck you next? While Ryker watches?”
“God, yes,” she moaned, writhing between us. Her body tensed, tight and perfect, and I felt her flutter around me, another orgasm building fast.
I slammed into her, chasing her release. “Let go, Skylar. Milk my cock. Show us how much you want us to breed you.”
She shattered on top of me, clutching my shoulders so hard I’d probably have handprints there. Kiaan kissed her, swallowingher cries, and I gave a few more savage thrusts before I pulled out, nearly coming just from the sight of her so fucking ruined.
But she wanted more. She reached for Kiaan, dragging him up onto the couch, her thighs still trembling as she pushed him back against the cushions. He rolled the condom on with shaking hands, and then she was straddling him, sinking down on his cock, riding him like it was her only purpose.
The sight alone nearly had me blowing my load untouched; Skylar’s body swallowed his cock, hips grinding down until she bottomed out, then bouncing in a ruthless, hungry rhythm that made Kiaan’s head snap back and his knuckles go white on her thighs. I reached for her, squeezing her ass and massaging her as she bounced on top of him.
“Fuck, you look incredible,” I snarled, fisting my own cock through the latex as I stroked myself, desperate to get back inside her.
She bared her teeth in a savage grin, hair wild and cheeks streaked with tears from the force of her last orgasm. “Need both of you to fill me up. I want you to make me come again and again.”
Kiaan thrust up into her, sweat shining on his neck, eyes glazed with need. “I’m gonna come—fuck, Skylar.”
“Do it, Kitten,” she hissed, digging her nails into his chest. “Pretend it’s my pussy, no condom. I want to know what it’s like to be dripping with both of your cum.”
He let out a strangled gasp, hips pistoning wildly, and I watched the shudders wrack his entire body as he jerked up into her, lost in the fantasy of fucking her bare, nothing stopping his cum from taking root. I could see the moment his orgasm ripped through him; Skylar’s body arched, her body convulsing around him. I couldn’t wait any longer.
As soon as she finished milking Kiaan, I hauled her off his lap, spun her over the arm of the couch, and slammed back into her, balls already aching to unload. She shrieked, clawing at the cushions, forcing her ass higher so I could drive deeper.
“Is this what you need, Duchess?”
“Good boy, Ryker, don’t stop—need it—so full.” Her voice broke on a sob, but her body told the real story: every muscle straining, her pussy gripping me like a vice, desperate for more.
“We’ll fucking love it,” I panted, slamming into Skylar with abandon. “Seeing you dripping with our cum, knowing we get to drench our cocks in each other’s cum as we fuck you.”
“Mm, kitten can lick up the mess.”
I slammed into her, cock throbbing with every drive, the latex barely muting the savage need to empty myself in her. “You want it?” I snarled, voice shaking as I felt the orgasm start to build—hot, sharp, inevitable.
She was a mess, strung out and wild, sweat shining on her skin, hair sticking to her flushed cheeks. “Fuck, Ryker.”
That was all it took. My balls tightened, and I exploded, pouring pulse after pulse of cum into the condom, so thick and forceful I could feel every spasm, every desperate jerk of my hips. I didn’t stop until she was sobbing under me, her pussy milking my cock through wave after wave, the fantasy of breeding her so intense I blacked out for a second, lost to pure animal pleasure.
I pulled out slowly, watching the mess I’d made: latex ballooned with cum, her thighs slick with her own release and trembling like she’d run a marathon. No shame in it. Just raw, savage satisfaction.
Kiaan had gone still, his cock softening between his legs, but the look on his face said he was ruined, too. He looked hungry and awed and maybe a little in love with what we’d just done.
He curled around her, pulling Skylar into his arms, and I joined them, wrapping myself around both, holding tight.
The sweat started to cool, the aftershocks gentling into something softer. I pressed my lips to Skylar’s temple, breathing her in, salt and sex and the weird sweetness that was all her.
“You’re incredible,” I whispered, not trusting myself not to fuck it up with too many words.
