“There’s a good girl,” Ian crooned, his hand moving to her hair, pulling the braid to the side as he turned her head. “Open for him, Courtney. Let him in. Let me see just how brave and beautiful you really are.”
It wasn’t his words that caused her to push against the heavy erection seeking entrance, it was his broad hand landing heavily against her rear as his c**k smoothed over her lips.
Her mouth opened as her anus relaxed. At once, both cocks entered their desired destinations she felt the last of any sanity she possessed begin to unravel. The wide crest of Ian’s erection pierced her mouth as fire began to bloom in her ass, streaking through the delicate nerve endings as it encompassed her cunt, her throbbing clit. She was a mass of needy, burning flesh now, accepting whatever they were willing to give.
It seemed to last forever, that first penetration of her body by Khalid’s cock. Stroking, working slow and easy into the entrance as she fought for a harder, deeper stroke.
She would have begged for it, but Ian’s c**k was filling her mouth, stealing any chance to speak, to beg, to scream.
“I’ll not last long, Ian,” Khalid groaned heavily as her muscles flexed around him, struggling to accept the width it was taking. “Save the dramatic stuff for later, dammit.”
Ian grunted at the request, but drew back slowly, dragging his c**k from her mouth as he released the restraints from her body, then lay down beside her.
“Oh God…” The scream ripped from her throat as she was lifted, pushed further onto the c**k impaling her ass as Khalid brought her back, flush against his chest and Ian slid beneath her.
Tremors of agonizing pleasure were attacking her nerve endings as she clenched around the erection penetrating her ass, stretching her, burning her as she fought to adjust to it. But she was given no chance to adjust.
Ian’s hands adjusted her legs over his, then gripped her waist as they began to slowly lower her.
“Ian, I can’t stand it…” She jerked in their grip, feeling Khalid’s c**k stroke, shift and caress the hypersensitive flesh it penetrated.
“Too bad, baby.” She felt his c**k press against the opening of her pu**y, Khalid buried deep inside her, remaining still as she once again knelt on the bed, only now, Ian lay beneath her, prepared to penetrate the ultra-tight recesses of her pu**y.
“Now, you take all I am, Courtney,” he growled. “Everything. Starting now…”
If she had known pleasure before, it was nothing compared to what Ian began to show her. With Khalid buried deep in her ass, Ian began to work his c**k into her pu**y, its narrow channel protesting the burning impalement of Ian’s erection. Short, easy thrusts worked her open, made a way for the heavy weight of his cock, and sent her senses careening.
She could hear herself begging, pleading, but she wasn’t certain what she begged for. As he worked his c**k inside her, his lips surrounded a nipple, his teeth rasping, nipping the tender peak as hard hands held her h*ps in place until he finally, agonizingly, slid every broad inch of his c**k inside her.
The dual penetration was nothing like the toys they had played with. Her senses were spinning now as they began to move within her. Four hands stroked her, caressed her, two voices urged her on in her pleasure, as two heavy, wide cocks began to f**k her with hungry demand.
She could feel the wave of her cl**ax building, though she realized the slow, measured pace the two men were using would never throw her quickly into cl**ax. Once more they were torturing her, building the tension inside her until she was certain she would never survive it.
“Feel, Courtney,” he whispered as he tucked her head against his chest, his lips at ear. “The pleasure and the pain, the fire and ice. Feel it, baby, let it have all of you. Let me have all of you.”
He already had her.
Her fingers clenched into his shoulders as she fought to hold on, though there was no fear of her moving any more than the two men taking her wished. Their cocks burned inside her body as they thrust heavily into her, the rhythm building, each stroke sending the clawing, electrical impulses of pleasure soaring within her.
She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t exist. She felt the explosion begin in her belly, felt it expand, detonate, overtake her as her soul began to melt in the conflagration overtaking her.
Ian and Khalid’s voices were lost in the madness as the orgasm surged through her. Surged through her and refused to stop. Over and over it convulsed her body, as each stroke triggered another, sent her surging, screaming, then repeated the process until she felt something inside her fly free.
The final, shattering release ripped through her as Ian exploded inside her, filling her with the white-hot wash of his se**n and Khalid shuddered above her, obviously in the throes of his own release.
Sandwiched between them, drifting in a sea of lost reason, Courtney felt, for once, sated, all her senses satisfied as she heard Ian’s rumbling growl of complete male satiation at her ear. Something she hadn’t heard before. His voice, whispering her name, a tremor—perhaps of acknowledgement that she was his match—vibrating deep within it.
Exhaustion filled her. Like a person starving, then sated, she closed her eyes to glory in the relief.
“I think she handled that pretty well.” Khalid collapsed beside Ian as he cuddled Courtney against his chest, his face still buried in her neck.
“Fuck off.” Ian’s voice was lazy, sated, thick with emotion.
Khalid wondered if he would face the emotion though.
He chuckled as though such heavy thoughts weren’t a part of his after-release mentality.
“You’ve overdramatized what happened before, Ian.” He scratched lazily at his chest. “Stubborn bastard.”