Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 60951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
“Yes, you can,” James soothes while kissing me. “We’ve been working up to this, sweetheart. We’ve been stretching you with fingers, pens, Sharpies, you name it. You’re ready and relaxed enough, and if you aren’t? Well, you’ll learn.”
Then, both men climb onto the bed, one on each side, and take turns kissing me, tasting themselves on my skin. I feel adored, worshipped, but also owned in a way that makes my pussy clench even when I think I’m spent.
“Take them in your hands,” James commands, brushing hair from my eyes. “See how they feel.”
I nod, unable to speak. My hands reach for those massive cocks, greedy, desperate. They’re as thick as soda cans at the base, and my fingers don’t even go all the way around. They’re thick and veiny, slick with pre-cum, and I desperately want to feel them inside my pussy, ass and mouth. I want to be taken, ruined, filled to the brim until I’m overflowing with male cream.
Brent chuckles, reading my mind, and kneels between my legs, his cock massive and beautiful. He lines himself up at my entrance. James holds my hands above my head, kissing my lips and jaw and neck.
They don’t rush, but they don’t hesitate, either. The sense of inevitability is electric—like a dam about to break, and all I can do is ride the flood.
I open for them, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m exactly where I’m supposed to be.
Brent is first, pushing inside me with a slow, insistent pressure that has my thighs shaking before he’s even halfway in. He’s massive, and the fullness makes me gasp, a sharp intake that echoes off the windows.
“I can’t!” I cry out in alarm as my pussy’s stretched to the limit. My labia look like thin rubber bands clenching around his shaft and I struggle around his girth. “You’re too big!”
“Yes, you can, Marnie,” he rasps, slowly increasing the pressure. “You will.”
I cry out again, almost insensate from delirium and pain. But Brent’s insistent. He doesn’t slam, doesn’t force—just takes his time, hips rolling, letting me stretch to fit him.
“Unnnh,” I moan, eyes closing. “Oh god.”
James kisses the tears from my cheeks, his hand gentle on my breast, thumb circling the nipple until it’s a sharp, painful ache. I reach for him blindly, needing another anchor, and he holds my hand, threading his fingers through mine. The simple human touch steadies me, makes me remember I’m more than just a hole to be filled—I’m wanted, and right now, I am the only thing that matters to these two men.
Brent drives deeper, grinding his pubic bone against my clit with every thrust. The pressure is almost unbearable, the way it pins me open. He whispers in my ear, filthy words that make my cunt clench even tighter around him.
“Take it. Fuck, you’re so tight. You were made for this, weren’t you, my little fuckslut? You have the type of horny little body that was made for fucking and only Daddies’ big cocks can satisfy this hungry cunt.”
I can’t answer. I’m lost, body shaking with the effort of containing so much sensation. Then, Brent pulls me up so that I’m sitting in his lap, clinging to his neck with his dick still crammed deep in my pussy. Meanwhile, James moves behind me, kisses the nape of my neck, then slides his hand down the curve of my spine to my ass. I flinch, instinctively, but he’s patient—he circles the tight ring with lube from the bedside table, working it in with a single finger, then two, stretching me carefully, always checking my face for signs of pain.
“You want both?” James asks, voice hoarse.
I nod, almost unable to answer as he circles his fingers in a clockwise motion, and then counterclockwise, stretching out my asshole. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
James growls and then positions himself behind me, cock slick and hard. Brent slows, nearly stopping, his eyes locked to mine as James pushes his tip against my ass. The pain is sharp at first, a hot, splitting burn, but Brent thumbs my clit to soothe me, rubbing slow circles that turn the discomfort into something else, something molten and addictive.
Then, James breaches my anal ring, the head of his shaft popping inside, and I scream, but I don’t tell him to stop. He works his cock in, millimeter by millimeter, until I’m filled, impaled, split open in the most obscene way possible. The two men bracket me, one in my pussy, one in my ass, both holding perfectly still for a moment while I try to catch my breath.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?” James asks, pressing a kiss to my back. “You’re doing so well. Filled to the brim with two cocks, just the way you like it.”
I nod, then moan as Brent flexes his hips, just a little. The double-stretch is so intense I almost black out. The two men move together, slow at first, establishing a rhythm—one pushes in while the other pulls out, so I’m always full, always grinding against one cock or the other. The sensation builds fast, a series of electric shocks that have me clawing at the sheets, at Brent’s biceps, at anything I can reach.