“Shh. I have you,” he whispers, his gaze moving over my face. “I’ve always had you, Amber. Always.” He presses his lips to mine, hungry, fierce, and gentle all the same.
His words calm me some, their sincerity coating my belly with warmth. “If you want us to stop, you only have to say so. Understand?”
I nod nervously as Brock presses into me a little more.
“Just let it feel good,” Ryder whispers against my lips, picking up a slow tempo. His hips rock in tandem with his tongue sweeping over mine. “Ease for him, and just . . . feel us, beautiful girl.”
Fighting to drag in more air, I obey. I need to be taken, to be loved. I let their pleasure surround me, allowing it to fill the darkest corners of my mind, forcing my muscles to relax as I pull in a calming breath.
“That’s right.” Brock kisses my neck, his movements measured as he slides in, fully burying himself inside me. “Let us take care of you. Every single inch of you is ours to touch, taste, worship, and pleasure.”
Body flared wide open to the max by both men, my head jerks up as sparks of white-hot pleasure ignite in front of my eyes. I writhe between them, feeling myself dissolve into their rock-hard bodies, becoming one with them as they move against me. Taking their time, they slide back and forth, entering and retreating, each slow thrust and careful manipulation of their hips, hands, mouths, and fingers, wiping my mind clear of everything dark, evil, and cruel—at least for the time being.
Nails biting into Ryder’s back, I gasp, burying my face in the crook of his neck as I feel my release approach, one I fear will destroy every future contender. At first, it tiptoes across my skin, building in intensity, until it strikes with hot, wicked bolts of passion deep within my womb. My legs lock around Ryder’s waist as I tense, attempting to prepare myself for an orgasm I’m positive is about to rock my skull.
A lethal blend of pleasure and searing flames tears through my core as I buck between them, driving myself onto their cocks in synchronous rhythm. I hear their groans and curses as I gasp again, my muscles buzzing under their attack.
“Ah, fuck. She’s starting to come.” Brock clutches my ass tighter and Ryder pumps into me harder, deeper.
“Let go, peach.” Ryder rears back, our gazes colliding before he jerks his hips forward, plunging into the furthest depths of my pussy. My eyes roll back, my heat milking his cock, swallowing every inch of it as a sharp intake of air fills my depleted lungs. “Let it all go for me.”
Mindless, my ribs stretch, my shoulder blades pulling together as my back bows under a swirling mass of ecstasy. I try to scream, but can’t as I come apart. The most intense, beautiful orgasm I’ve ever experienced arcs through my core, destroying me from the inside out. Legs convulsing around Ryder, I let out a wail of completion as the torturous need for release in my lower belly explodes, shattering the fragments of the tainted woman I’d once been. Seeking their own releases, Brock and Ryder clench my waist, hips, and ass, their cocks shifting, throbbing inside me as both men control me, owning my soul, my very existence, in ways I never thought possible. So close to breaking down, they groan in unison, the deep, primal sound sweeping through the room.
“Brock!” I cry out, his cock filling my ass, flaring me wider. Still, the physical pain’s nonexistent, a whisper of nothing compared to the pleasure surrounding me. The need and agonizing ache for more of him, of them, of this . . . that’s the real pain, the near devastating mental addiction. Feeling every pulse of blood speeding through his heavily veined piece, I gasp, reaching behind me, my desperate fingers sinking into his hair as he works me over.
“Christ,” Brock snarls, his hips bucking in fast, clipped pumps.
With one last thrust, he catches my jaw, turns my head to the side, and angles his lips over mine, stealing my breath with a kiss that sends me higher, hotter, each languid pass of his tongue bringing me closer to another orgasm as he comes inside me. “Ah, fuuuuck,” he groans, his tempo slowing as he runs his mouth along my flushed cheeks.
On a satisfied sigh, he carefully removes himself, my body immediately feeling ten notches past bereft the second he does. Green eyes sated, he lays a row of kisses on my neck, and backs away as he goes to settle on the bed, propping his back against the mountainous pile of pillows. “I’m just gonna hang out and watch the rest of the show.” Folding his arms behind his head, he springs a wiseass brow. “Make sure you finish my girl off the right way.”
Paying Brock no mind, Ryder snags my lips in a slow kiss, his need for release darkening his gaze as he whispers, “You’re the sweetest sin there is, and this here boy’s gonna more than finish you off the right way.”
Though he’s kissing me like an animal, like a man on death row devouring his last meal, his desire to prolong this moment is palpable.
“Look down so you can watch my cock slip in and out of you,” he commands through a deep growl. “I wanna see the look on your face as you watch me fuck this beautiful pussy.”
“Oh God,” I whimper, my chest seizing at the sensual sight as I watch every thick, magnificent, rigid inch of it—glistening from root to tip with my juices—slide in and out.
This is intimate—almost too intimate—the simple act alone trumping every sexual act of my past. I’m all too aware that not only are we physically one in this moment, but also mentally and emotionally—our hearts melding together. My legs convulse around his waist as he lifts and slams me back down onto him. “Yes! Oh my God, Ryder, yes!”