Page 3 of Loved By Two
“Hmm, you like that, don’t you?”
I nod and gasp as Caleb pinches my nipple, damn these men and their ability to draw such pleasure from my body.
“How about we fill you with our cum and make you walk around like that all day,” Caleb says into my ear. His deep baritone has my flesh breaking out in a wave of goosebumps, my nipples hardening even more.
“From the way our girl just gushed all over my cock, I’d say she likes that idea.”
I groan because the thought of their seed—their very essence filling me—does, in some fucked up way, turn me on more.
Noah circles his hips, hitting me in the perfect spot that has me on the precipice of an impending orgasm.
Caleb slips his hand over my stomach and down to my wet folds. I glance down and watch the way he teases the base of Noah’s cock before he circles my clit.
Noah’s fingers curl into my hips. He holds still as Caleb thrusts inside, and then they move expertly together.
The pressure builds in a way I can barely comprehend. Even now, I struggle to verbalise this sensation. Because there’s no other feeling when I’m between these two men. I feel consumed, cherished, owned.
They both begin to really thrust now, and I know every time I move today, I’ll be reminded of the way they fucked me to completion.
They’re so in tune with one another and my impending pleasure as they continue a well-practiced rhythm. Caleb pulls out as Noah thrusts back in, hitting my cervix.
I can barely catch my breath.
“That’s it, show us how much you love taking our cocks. And if you’re a really good girl and you give us what we want, we’ll make sure you’re so consumed with pleasure tonight that you won’t remember your own name.”
It’s a promise I know they’ll keep.
“Oh my God.”
I begin to shake, knowing any moment now I’ll detonate.
“That’s it, sweet girl. Give it to us and let go.”
Caleb shifts, bearing down on me and hitting me even deeper.
I roll my hips, chasing the building pressure as they fuck me.
Their thrusts, shorter, deeper.
My eyes fill with tears of ecstasy.
My orgasm is so close, it’s almost too much and yet not enough.
“Fuck, please,” I gasp on a plea of utter desperation.
“You know how much I love it when you beg,” Caleb says, his lips caressing my throat in tender kisses before he begins to suck hard. He’ll mark me, I have no doubt, but it only drives me towards my climax faster. Then Noah’s mouth clamps around my nipple, and I lose it. That’s all it takes for me to come.
They’ve opened up my world where sex is concerned, evoking pleasure from me in ways I could never have imagined.
Noah releases my nipple as they both pump into me harder with abandon, but I can take it— take them, because I was made for them and them for me.
“Yes, so fucking tight,” Caleb says into my ear, eliciting a guttural moan from my throat.
I’m sandwiched between them and can barely move as they fuck me into a state of oblivion.
“She’s squeezing me so damn good... I’m not going to last,” Noah says, gritting his teeth as his hips punch forward, faster, with shorter thrusts.
I garble an incoherent retort.
