Page 163 of Double or Nothing

“Let’s touch her soul for real,” he says.

I close my eyes to the surreal sensations. Bryce’s fist is pumping now, and my clit is being strummed by the expert himself, and fuck, the orgasm comes hard and fast, swirling up from the depths, hot, hard, sparking through me until I’m crying out loud, shuddering, shaking, and Jesus fucking Christ. Bryce’s fist comes flying free with a squelch so loud it feels like my head’s going to explode.

Quiet, in aftermath.

Just breaths.

Heavy breaths.

Sweat stings my eyes and I blink, back into the room.

“Fucking hell,” I manage to say.

“Fucking amazing,” Jack says.

“Just… beautiful,” says Bryce.

Jack leans in and kisses my cheek. “Job well done,” he says. “Now scoot up, Bryce. Let’s get the party ramped up and rocking. Pass me the lube.”

I don’t object. I know what’s coming and I want it.

Jack smothers my hot cunt in lube and works his hand into me. So easy this time.

And holy fucking shit, the way the pair of them use my stretched pussy is nothing short of insane. Jack’s hand is bigger than Bryce’s. Rougher than Bryce’s. But when my pussy relaxes and lets go of the fight, it becomes a whole other ballgame.

I’m a horny slut made for it, and I’ll never get enough.

I have two mouths on my pussy as their hands plunge deep, taking it in filthy hot turns. I clench myself tight around solid wrists, one after the other, building… building…

I’m panting, desperate. The burn obsolete. I just want it. All of it. Everything they have to give me. And what I want more than anything is their two cocks at once. Both in my pussy.

It’s been a game skirted around for days, but not this time.

“Two at once,” I say. “Please. I want cocks, not fists. I want you both inside me.”

I know what Jack is going to ask for. I know how he wants to make me beg, so I do it. I beg and whimper and squirm like a slut on a line, promising how tight I’ll squeeze, even if it hurts. How I want to feel every thrust, every spear, every slam.

I do it until I please him enough to grant me the pleasure.

“Nice work. Here we go, Soul Girl,” Jack says as they grapple me into a whole other sandwich. “You raised the bar, now reap the rewards.”

I feel like a porn star as they line up, ready to stretch me open. Bryce holds me tight, my back against his chest, but Jack takes my hair and pulls my head forward so I can see the action between my legs. He makes me watch their two cocks working together, plunging inside me in unison. My pussy lips splay around them like a swollen pink rose.

It hurts.

Beautiful, sweet pain that I can’t get enough of.

“Look at that beautiful cunt,” Jack says. “So dirty, Alice. Such a gorgeous filthy bitch for us.”

For us.

For both of them.

Oh, fucking yes. I was made for it.

I can’t take my eyes off their dicks, driving their way inside me. So dirty, it’s like a filthy dream come true.

The strain on my G-spot is so wild it drives me crazy, and I come for them. Come with the slick wet squelches of my cunt disguising the burn. Come to the soundtrack of Jack’s dirty mouth spurring me on, and their joined groans as they build in the pleasure along with me. They’re reaching the high in parallel, all of us together, riding the planes of filthy glory.