Page 133 of Darcy
“Breathe out,” he coaxes.
“Taking it so well,” Dodger says, pressing kisses to my face. “God, I wish I could see your ass stretching around it.”
“You can have her ass when we reach round two,” Prophet promises.
“Round two?” I squeak, trying to distract myself from the burn as the plug slips deeper.
Prophet leans in closer and presses a kiss to my shoulder. “You didn’t think you would just take off your top, dangle the possibility of a family in front of me, and get away with only being fucked once, did you?”
The rest of them laugh, privy to some joke I don’t understand.
“You’re not leaving this room until you’re so fucked full of cum that it drips out of you,” Slate says.
“Probably not even then,” Dodger adds.
“You realise it will take some time for my hormones to even out?” I ask, groaning as the flared end of the plugfinallycomes to rest against my sphincter. “It might take months…”
Or longer still. My heart pangs as the statistics flash through my mind again.
“We’ve got nothing but time,” Arlo reassures me as Dodger undoes his zipper and frees his erection. “I’m going to love drawing you when you’re all round with our baby, Dark.”
Dodger angles our bodies, then presses his cock inside slowly. The fit is a hundred times tighter with the plug in my ass.
“Oh God.” My breath hitches as he pulls back just a little, then works his way forward again.
Then Arlo is there, holding his erection out in offering, the head bobbing just inches from my face.
I lick him, then draw him as deep into my throat as I can, savouring the distraction from the battle for space going on below.
“Shit, Dark,” he hisses, as I bring one hand up to fondle his balls. “You’re so good at this.”
Playing with him allows me to relax enough for Dodger to bottom out in my pussy. He stills as soon as he’s in, and I work hard to control my breathing. The fullness is incredible, but I also have the irrational fear that if he moves, I’m going to split in half.
“You feel like heaven,” he mutters. “You’re drenched, baby girl.”
I pull away from Arlo’s cock. “It’s too much,” I whimper.
“You want to stop?” he asks against my lips. “Or do you just need a second to get used to it?”
I bite at my lip and wiggle experimentally against him. “Go slow.”
“Okay.”
His hands fall to my hips and start guiding me up and down over him, helping me to ride him at my own easy pace while I return my focus to sucking Arlo as deep as I can. Hands stroke gently across my body, their callouses a deliciously rough contrast to the softness of their touch. Eliciting moans and desperate whines from my throat as their fingertips skate over my skin.
My mind can’t seem to decide whether to focus on the cock in my mouth, the stretch taking over my pussy and ass, or the soothing strokes across my spine. Together, they’re almost too much, stoking the embers of my previous orgasm rapidly back into flame.
Dodger lets me control the pace, so when I start to speed up, chasing the promised high of my own pleasure, his hands are there, lifting and lowering me to the new rhythm. Our flesh slaps together, the acoustic noise echoing over the harsh sound of our breathing as we draw nearer and nearer to the edge.
Then someone—probably Prophet—grabs hold of the plug and starts fucking me with it in tandem.
Arlo’s cock falls from my mouth, and I cry out as pleasure spikes, then cascades.
“Fuck,” Dodger shouts, slamming hard into me one last time before his cock jerks.
I’m still coming down from the high when Arlo lifts me off Dodger, pushes me down into the beanbag, and stuffs his cock into my still-quivering cunt. It only takes three thrusts before he’s spilling inside me as well.
He draws out with a groan, then flops onto the bag beside me, tracing my hair out of my face as he leans up to press a kiss to my lips.
