Page 62 of Moto
I don’t know if I can make any promises, so I just nod and hope for the best.
I feel Reese settle behind me, his chest pressed against my back and the head of his cock poking at my entrance.
“Has anyone ever fucked you here?” He spreads my ass cheeks and nudges the head of his erection into my dilated little hole.
“No,” I answer meekly.
“Good.” He kisses my shoulder and penetrates me slightly. I push forward, fear and anxiety at the forefront.
“You need to relax.” Dev moves his hands back to my hips. “Trust us. It may hurt for a few seconds, but I promise, in the end, it will all be worth it. Just look at me.”
I lock eyes with Dev as Reese continues to slowly assault me. It does hurt, my muscles burning as they stretch. His girth and length so much more abrasive than his fingers.
I sink my nails into Dev’s arms and pant rapidly.
“That’s it.” He kisses me over and over, rubbing my clit with the pad of his thumb to distract me from the pain. It works wonders as my pussy twinges and my body begs for more. A table turns, and I’m no longer apprehensive but instead, eager. The pain and pleasure mingling until it morphs into one collective sensation.
I drop my head and close my eyes, pushing back onto Reese’s cock.
“Oh no.” Dev grabs my face. “Eyes. Open. Look at me.”
I pop my eyes open and stare into the depths of Dev’s blue gaze.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby.” Reese grunts as he pushes himself completely in. My muscles contracting around his engorged cock. “And you’re all fucking mine. Your ass officially belongs to me.” He pumps in and out slowly, securing his hand around my throat.
Dev smirks rapturously. “My turn.” He removes his thumb from my clit and grabs his shaft. “My turn to own your pussy.” He impales me onto his cock, and it slices through my soaked slit like a warm knife through butter. In a fraction of a second, I’m completely full and completely possessed.
“Oh, fuck, I missed you.” He thrusts upwards, and I see stars. My eyes widening and my air supply thinning as they collectively begin to move, each manipulating my body like a marionette, employing it exactly how they want. How many times have I fantasized about this? How many times did I see it my dreams, never once imagining it would translate into real life? Yet, here I am, being taken by the two men who govern my heart and now govern my being.
I’m overcome with roaming hands and eager lips as my body is pushed and pulled to the limit. Dev and Reese seesawing in and out of each overstretched hole until I’m climbing the walls, until my womb is clenching, my rosebud is compressing, and my tameless moans are echoing out to the street.
A communal sound of pleasure builds as the three of us become lost in a shared whirlwind of arousal.
When Dev said he and Reese were going to destroy me, he meant it because I’m falling apart, fraying at the seams on the verge of a tumultuous orgasm.
“Dev,” I whine as all my muscles constrict.
“I feel it.” He breathes laboriously as I ride him. “Just let go. I want to watch.”
I drop my forehead to his, a hair away from tumbling over the edge.
“Eyes open.”
“I can’t,” I strain, so fucking close, it’s torture.
“Yes, you can. Open them,” he orders.
I flutter my eyelashes as my orgasm unravels like a runaway spool of kite string. He traps my head as I shiver and shake, my insides in an uproar.
“Oh, shit,” Reese mutters from behind me as he drives in deep. All I can do is accept him as I’m paralyzed by the riotous sensations and Dev’s unyielding glare.
“Ahhh,” Reese moans tormentingly, biting my shoulder and squeezing my breast as he comes right along with me. But Dev holds out until the very last second, fighting the urge, pumping his cock until I hit my peak and completely shatter.
I collapse under the weight of the climax as my emotions ride a high-speed roller coaster. I bury my face in Dev’s neck trying to quietly process everything that just happened. But I’m mentally and physically fatigued, and the only way to come to terms it seems is to unleash the sentiments through an unwanted onset of tears. I cry silently, attempting to keep the backlash to myself.
“Kayla?” Dev fights to pull me off him, but I cling to his body.
“Hey.” I feel Reese slide my hair over to uncover my face. “Did we hurt you?”
