Page 277 of Better When Shared
Kiaan whimpered, rutting into the sheets, the dildo visibly shifting with every movement. “So fucking good—never take it out—” I raked my nails down his flank, then shoved him hard onto his back. “You’re not getting up until I say so.”
He landed sprawled, gloriously debauched, cock slapping wet against his stomach, the thick dildo keeping him stretched wide open. I straddled him, grinding down so my wet pussy dragged over the length of him, watching his eyes go wide and glassy as I slicked him up with my arousal.
“Bet you want to fuck me, don’t you, Kitten?” I taunted, bracing a hand on his chest while I lined him up, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance. “But you can’t even move, not with that toy stuffing you full—”
“Skylar, please,” he begged, hips jerking helplessly beneath me. “I need—need to be inside you so bad—” I sank down in one greedy motion, impaling myself on his cock, the slide hot and obscene, my inner walls clenching so tight around him that I saw stars. My head lolled back, pleasure sparking up my spine, even as the stretch made me shake with want.
“Oh, fuck—Kiaan—” I couldn’t help it; the stretch, the pressure, the way the dildo bulged against his cock from inside him as I rode him, all of it edged my voice with delirious need.
Kiaan moaned into my mouth, his hips jerking beneath me, riding the dildo inside him. I milked his cock with my inner muscles, grinding down until I felt every last inch of him, thentightened my grip on his jaw so he couldn’t look away and kissed him.
Behind us, Ryker slicked his cock with lube, the sound wet and filthy. He knelt behind me, between Kiaan’s splayed legs, caging my hips in those big hands, the fat head of his cock pressing against my entrance and stretching my pussy wide as he lined it up. The anticipation made my clit throb—I wanted to be split open, wanted to take both of them at once, with Kiaan helpless and Ryker losing control for me.
“Fuck,” Ryker hissed, rubbing his cockhead through my slick folds before shoving in all at once, the force of it driving Kiaan’s cock deeper. Kiaan’s eyes rolled back, and he gasped, stars bursting behind my eyelids, every nerve ending raw and alive.
The sensation was otherworldly—both of them inside me, my pussy stretched beyond what I thought possible, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for more. I ground down, greedy, desperate, wanting to take every inch and then some, the fullness so overwhelming my vision went white at the edges. Ryker’s cock shoved in, thick and hot, plunging alongside Kiaan’s.
There was barely room for both of them. The stretch was brutal and perfect. They moved in tandem, timing the push and pull, each thrust setting off fireworks behind my eyes. My clit throbbed with every grind, every drag of swollen flesh against my inner walls. It felt like too much—too good, too filthy, too loving—and still I wanted more.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Ryker groaned. Kiaan panted beneath me, his face flushed and wild, jaw slack as he watched where their cocks split me open.
The friction was unreal. Each time they bottomed out, the stretch sent sharp, electric pleasure through my core. My inner muscles clenched desperately, trying to milk both of them, greedy and insatiable.
I could hear the wet, filthy slap of skin on skin, the slick sounds of them moving together inside me. Sweat dripped between my breasts, down the small of my back, mixing with the mess where we were joined.
Ryker’s hips stuttered. “Never felt anything like it. She’s squeezing me so goddamn tight—gonna lose my mind.”
The need spiraled manic and wild, riding the razor edge between pleasure and pain.
“Harder,” I snarled, driving down until I was flush against them, stuffed full, speared on their cocks like a trophy. “Fuck me harder, both of you—I want to feel it tomorrow. Want you to make me scream.” Ryker’s grip tightened, and now they were relentless, pistoning into me with a hunger that bordered on feral. The pressure ignited something primal, another orgasm coiling up so fast I almost sobbed with relief.
“Yes—don’t stop—fuck, don’t you fucking dare stop.”
They didn’t. Ryker pinned me from behind, chest pressed to my spine, his cock slamming into me at just the right angle while Kiaan’s length throbbed, grinding against its twin inside my heat.
My walls spasmed, milking them both, my clit crackling with raw electricity. Ryker slammed into me from behind, his cock shoving both of theirs together so the stretch bordered on agony, my pussy stretched so wide it felt like it must be too much.
Then my orgasm detonated. It was instant, savage, a wave that ripped right through me and left me choking on a scream. My body convulsed, every single muscle locked, pussy clamping down so tight on both cocks that for a second I thought I’d black out. I couldn’t see, couldn’t hear anything but the wet slap of Ryker’s hips against my ass and the brutal, beautiful grind of them impaled inside me.
“Fuck, that’s it. Squeeze us, Duchess, milk every drop. I want to breed you until you forget your own name.” Ryker’s voice was ragged, almost unrecognizable. He clamped down on my hips, holding me absolutely still as he drove up into me, the angle perfect.
Kiaan’s cock jerked inside me, his whole body going rigid under my thighs as he chanted my name. He didn’t even have time to gasp before he was pumping me full of thick, hot cum, the heat of it splattering inside and leaking straight back out around both cocks with every shudder.
The nasty, slick mess of it made my orgasm redouble, and I rode the spasms, greedy for more, desperate to be ruined completely. Ryker didn’t slow down. If anything, he went fucking feral, rutting into me with a single-minded focus that left me babbling.
He slammed my hips down, driving Kiaan’s cock impossibly deeper, shoving me so far into oversensitivity I screamed, nails clawing for purchase on Kiaan’s chest as my inner muscles fluttered and convulsed. I felt every twitch of Kiaan’s cock as his last pulses of cum spilled out, watched his eyes roll back, heard him keen in helpless agony.
As Kiaan whimpered and wilted, Ryker backed off, shoving me onto my back and plunging in, never breaking rhythm. Cum splattered the sheets as Ryker speared me, fucking me hard through the slick mess. Every thrust was pure, reckless destruction. The head of his cock battered my g-spot, pounding the cum deeper, making it squelch up around his shaft and drip down my thighs. I’d never been so wet, so messy, so thoroughly ruined and loved at the same time.
Kiaan lay beside us, fucked out but not satisfied. He’d rolled onto his side and was pumping the thick dildo in and out of his gaping hole. His cock was soft, but every time he thrust the toy deeper he moaned, his whole body lighting up with aftershocks. His hole, still slick and stretched, swallowed the dildo greedily, and the sight made me even wetter for Ryker, if that was possible. Ryker braced his forearms on either side of my head, face twisted in pure, animalistic bliss.
I grabbed his ass, digging my heels into his back, hauling him deeper. “Don’t you dare stop—fuck me—breed me.”
He lost it. With a shuddering groan, Ryker slammed home and let go, cock throbbing as he emptied himself inside me, the heat of it a flood that joined Kiaan’s cum inside me and dripped out. I came again—hard, helpless, my body convulsing around him, milking every last drop.
Ryker collapsed on top of me, still buried deep. Beside us, Kiaan whimpered as he fucked himself harder with the dildo, hips stuttering, spent cock twitching against his stomach. Every thrust forced a soft sound from his lips, and I reached over and took over for him, playing with the toy inside him until he was flushed and shaking, eyes glazed and lips parted in a broken moan.
When I finally caught my breath, Ryker was still inside me, his cock softening but refusing to slip free. Kiaan’s hole was a beautiful, gaping wreck, still greedily swallowing the toy with every shallow thrust he gave himself. I gazed at them—my boys, my everything—and felt another shiver of pleasure skate down my spine.
