His hand works into my hair, bunching and knotting into it until he’s able to take control of my rhythm, but he doesn’t dare. He lets me take the lead as my body is rocked around from the two cocks buried deep below the border.
Fingers tighten on my skin, and I know that tomorrow I’ll wake with a perfect road map of fading bruises to tell me exactly where they’ve been.
My pussy clenches as fingers fall to my clit, massaging tight circles and bringing my body right to the edge. One cock rubs against my walls and I groan against the cock working its way to the back of my throat.
My ass is stretched to capacity, and at any moment, I’ll be a fucking convulsing mess on the ground.
Feeling that familiar burn deep inside my stomach, I rock my hips faster, taking one deeper as the other pulls back like a well-oiled machine, always giving me exactly what I need. I pant around the cock in my mouth as my nipples are pinched and teased, my ass cheeks grabbed and squeezed while my clit is rubbed furiously, setting my body on fire.
I take it all, desperate to be their one and only little whore.
FUCK. It’s everything and more.
I get faster and faster, my desperation taking control and consuming my every thought. The boys groan and grunt but I’m too far gone to even try to work out who the sounds are coming from until finally, my world implodes, and my orgasm tears through me like a fucking explosion.
My pussy shatters and I cry out, the sound muffled around the thick cock in my mouth. My ass clenches and convulses as my body is destroyed in the best damn way, but I don’t dare stop, riding it out and soaking up every damn ounce of pleasure.
My eyes roll in my head as fingers bite into my skin, the guys so close to their breaking point, and fuck, I want it. I want them to fill me with their seed. I want to feel them pouring themselves inside me and claiming me in the most primal way possible.
I want to be theirs. All of theirs, and damn it, I won’t accept anything less. I should be running for the fucking hills, especially after what Roman and Levi did to me, but I can’t. My feet are permanently rooted in their lives. I’m not going anywhere. I will see this through right to the end. The good, the bad, and the ugly.
My earth-shattering high continues, spasming, convulsing, and shaking as the cock buried in my ass thrusts forward, taking me so much deeper. I cry out, gripping tighter onto the shoulder in front of me to keep us all from toppling over the edge of the fucking roof as the hand in my hair tightens and I taste him coming in my mouth, shooting his warm seed right down my throat.
I swallow everything he’s got as his brother slams up into my pussy, grabbing my waist with a fierce primal groan. He gives me everything he’s got and pours himself into me, claiming me as his own.
I groan, loving every damn second of it as I keep moving, rocking my hips back and forth while pushing back against his brother in my ass. He picks up his pace and with one more brutal thrust, he comes hard, shooting his load deep inside me.
My body slows and as the thick, velvety cock is pulled from between my lips, my body sags forward with exhaustion. I slam against a hard chest and he holds me up as his brother slowly pulls out of my ass, being careful and treating me with every kind of respect.
I catch my breath as I bury my face into the body beneath me, trying to find the energy to get up, but I’ve never been so exhausted. I know I came up here with the intention of getting fucked up, but this isn’t quite what I had in mind. It was incredible though, and a much better plan than I had come up with.
A moment passes before hands are at my waist, pulling me off their brother and helping me to my feet. The blindfold remains on as a big shirt is pulled over my head and falls all the way to my knees, keeping me covered. I let out a sigh, smelling Marcus all over me. When the blindfold slips from my face, I find him standing before me, as Roman and Levi already sit on the edge of the roof, drinks in hand and legs dangling over the city. Letting out a sigh, I know that I will never be able to work out who was where during that whole experience.
“You good?” Marcus asks, his gaze roaming over my body as Roman studiously ignores me, more than content pretending he had nothing to do with that.