The bed shifts as Tom rises, his shadow falling over us, over me, spread open and impaled on Zed. I feel his weight settling behind me, his knees pressing against the outside of my thighs, caging me in. His hand slides down my spine, slow, possessive, then lower, his fingers tracing where Zed enters me, spreading my lips wider, feeling how stretched I already am.
"Relax," Tom murmurs, his voice rough with want, his cock hot and heavy against my ass, then sliding lower, pressing against my swollen pussy, right against Zed's shaft, the pressure immense, impossible, exactly what I need.
I whimper into Zed's mouth, my whole body tensing, and Zed grips my face, forcing me to look at him, his eyes dark and commanding. "Breathe," he orders, his hips still, holding me open, holding me ready. "Push out. Let us in."
Tom presses forward, slow, relentless, and I feel it—the stretch, the burn, my pussy resisting, then yielding, opening around both of them, both cocks sliding together, filling me beyond anything I've known, beyond anything I thought I could take. I scream, the sound swallowed by Zed's mouth, my nails breaking skin on his shoulders, my whole body shaking, trembling, split open and stuffed full.
"That's it," Tom groans, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his hips still pressing, still stretching, until he's seated deep, both cocks pulsing inside me, separated by nothing but my own stretched walls. "Fuck, Zed. Feel her. Feel how tight."
"Beautiful," Zed breathes against my lips, his hands sliding down to grip my hips, holding me steady between them. "Our good girl. Taking both of us. Now hold on."
They start to move, finding a rhythm, one pulling back as the other thrusts forward, never leaving me empty, always filled, always stretched, the friction intense, overwhelming, my clit grinding against Zed with every shift, every stroke. I lose words, lose thought, just sensation, just fullness, just the two of them using me, owning me, fucking me together until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins.
"Gonna cum," Tom grits out, his fingers bruising my hips, his pace stuttering. "Gonna fill her with you.."
"Do it," Zed growls, his own thrusts desperate, losing control. "Fill her. Both of us. Make her take it all."
"Stop," I gasp, my voice raw, wrecked, both cocks still pulsing inside me. My hands push against Zed's chest, trembling, desperate. "Wait—want to see you. Want to taste you. Want you both—covering me."
Zed's eyes flash dark, hungry, but he slows, stills, his grip on my hips tightening. Tom groans behind me, his forehead dropping to my shoulder, his whole body tense with withheld release. "Fuck, Kadehdra—"
"Please," I whimper, grinding back against them both, then forward, teasing, denying myself as much as them. "Want to watch you cum. Want it on my face, my tits, my tongue. Want to be covered in both of you."
Zed's jaw clenches, his control fraying, but he nods, rough, commanding. "Off. Now."
They pull out of me slow, wet, leaving me empty and aching, my pussy clenching around nothing. I slide off the bed, dropping to my knees on the carpet, my body still shaking, my blindfold finally askew, my eyes blinking up at them both—Zed thick and flushed, Tom long and leaking, both cocks glistening with my arousal, both men towering over me, dark and desperate and mine.
"Fuck," Tom breathes, his hand wrapping around his shaft, stroking slow, watching me.
I reach for them both, one hand on each cock, pulling them closer until they're pressed against my face, hot and heavy, my tongue darting out to taste them, licking from base to tip, swirling around Zed's head, then Tom's, back and forth, my hands working them both, my eyes locked on theirs, watching them unravel.
"Look at her," Zed grits out, his fingers tangling in my hair, guiding my mouth back to his cock, thrusting deep, then pulling away, offering me to Tom, who groans as I take him, sucking hard, hollowing my cheeks. "Greedy for it. Desperate to be covered." |
