Page 81 of In Their Hearts
“YES!” I’m gone as Clay works me over the edge within seconds. Christ, they worked me up. That was fast.
I sag into the chair, eyes closed and relaxed.
Next thing I know, I’m being lifted off the chair and carried into their bedroom. My pussy is still spasming around his thick fingers as he carries me.
I don’t know how, but I still feel on edge. What is happening?
Clay’s fingers leave me as he gets us on the bed.
I whimper in protest. “Clay.”
“Shhh. We know. We are going to take care of you.”
Clay lies back and pulls me on top of him, helping me get his cock inside of me. I push my hips down hard as I take him, needing him inside of me. Needing to be fucked as Grant promised.
“Grant. Where’s Grant?”
“Right here, love. Now lean forward on Clay. It’s my turn to make you feel good.”
I do just that, letting Grant lube and stretch my pucker like I watched him do to Clay. Like they’ve been doing with their fingers and toys.
Visions flood my mind as he continues. Working me higher and higher. I kiss Clay in desperation.
Then I feel his hard, swollen tip press on my pucker. “Oh god. You won’t fit. You’re too big.”
“Hush, love. I’ll fit even if it takes me all night.” I really might die. Too much pleasure. All too much.
“Ah!” The head of his cock breaches me, and I arch into him. “No… holy shit…” The words are forced out of me.
“Beautiful, Jo. You’re going to take all of me. Hold on tight to Clay. I want to feel my husband’s cock inside of you.”
Grant works slowly in and out, adding more lube and letting me adjust. I have no idea how much of him is in me. I feel so full already.
It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought it would. I welcome the repeated stretch-and-burn, which makes me feel like I won’t float away.
“Can you feel him?” I ask Clay because I didn’t even think about that possibility. Their cocks are rubbing against a thin layer of skin inside of me.
I moan as more of Grant’s length pushes deeper.
“Yes.” Clay pants. Clearly working hard not to lose it.
“I’m in. God, Jo. Your ass is so fucking tight, it doesn’t want to let go of my cock.”
The guys work together to find a rhythm. The feeling of their swollen cocks inside of me is maddening in the best way. I never want it to end.
Fingers are stroking and adding pressure to my clit. I don’t even know how. It doesn’t matter as I’m about to shatter into a million pieces.
“Come for us, love. Come on our cocks. Force our cum into your hot body. Take everything you want. It’s yours.”
I whimper at his words. Unable to respond as I hold tighter to Clay.
Their pace picks up; I know they are close, too. My clit is pinched and pressed hard; it’s all I need to scream their names.
“Clay! Grant!”
I’m so overwhelmed by my orgasm that it doesn’t seem to end. Grunts and moans hit my ears as my pussy and ass clench on their cocks. All I can do is feel and hope they catch me.
“Fuck, fuck, fuuuuck.” Clay moans, and I feel his hot seed burst into me.
