Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47822 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
The angle had me taking him even deeper, and I cried out at the intensity of the sensation. Every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive under his hard, relentless pace.
“Look at her,” Byte said, his eyes locked on my face. “She loves it. Loves being fucked hard by you while I watch.”
“So fucking good,” Crush growled, his hips snapping against mine with increasing urgency. “Perfect little pussy, made just for us.”
The dirty talk was like another hand stroking my body. I clenched around Crush involuntarily, earning a harsh curse from him and a chuckle from Byte. I was beyond embarrassment now, lost in the sensations coursing through my body. Every thrust hit something deep inside me that made stars explode behind my eyelids.
I screamed, the sound exploding from my lungs in a harsh, staccato rhythm as Crush fucked me with bruising intensity. I loved every fucking second!
“Tell him how much you love my cock inside you.” Crush commanded, a particularly deep thrust punctuating his words.
“I love it.” The words tumbled out between ragged breaths. “Love feeling you so deep in my pussy.” I sounded as desperate as I felt. “Love you watching me! Both of you! Making me yours!” I was rambling. I knew I was. But I couldn’t seem to stop the words. Then I didn’t want to. Or try to.
My admission seemed to break something in Crush. His movements became harder, faster, less controlled. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with my cries and his increasingly harsh grunts of exertion.
“That’s it,” Byte encouraged, shifting closer. “Fuck her. Fuck her hard. She needs it.”
And I did. Despite the intensity, despite the edge of pain that sharpened the pleasure, I found myself meeting each thrust, demanding more, reveling in the raw power of our connection. Any shyness I might have felt earlier had been burned away by desire, leaving only hunger and need in its wake.
“Touch yourself,” Crush ordered, his voice strained. He punctuated his words with a hard slap to my ass. “Make yourself come on my cock.” When he did it again, I didn’t have to touch myself.
I came with a ragged, piercing scream. I fell to my chest, reaching between my legs to obey Crush even though I was already coming.
“That’s it,” Byte murmured, close enough now that I could feel his breath on my face. “Scream.”
The combination of sensations, Crush filling me so completely, my own fingers working my clit, Byte’s voice in my ear, pushed me over the edge a second time immediately after the first. This time, my body seized, my muscles tightening painfully even through the most intense pleasure of my life. My inner muscles clamped down on Crush’s length as waves of pleasure destroyed any control I might have thought I possessed.
“Fuck!” Crush groaned, his rhythm faltering as my body gripped him. “Gonna come!”
With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself deep and stilled, his body covering mine protectively even as he surrendered to his release. His ragged shout was as loud as my screams. With his last thrust, he shoved me forward, piercing me as deeply as he could, then collapsed on top of me while his chest heaved for breath.
For a long moment, we stayed frozen in that position, connected in the most intimate way possible. Then Crush groaned and rolled off me. I felt the loss immediately but shouldn’t have worried. Byte immediately pulled me into his arms and Crush rolled back so he lay half on top of me. I lay sandwiched between the brothers, Crush at my back, my face resting on Byte’s chest at my front, all of us breathing hard and slick with sweat.
“Holy shit,” I whispered when I could form words again.
“Yeah,” Byte agreed, a slow smile spreading across his face. “That’s a good way to describe it.”
Crush nuzzled my neck, his arm heavy across my waist. The steady thump of his heartbeat against my back, gradually slowing as we all caught our breath.
Byte reached out, brushing a strand of hair from my face with gentle fingers. The tenderness of the gesture after the intensity of what we’d just shared made my throat tighten with emotion.
“You okay?” he asked softly, his eyes searching mine for any sign of regret or discomfort.
I nodded, unable to speak around the sudden lump in my throat. I was more than okay. I was complete in a way I’d never experienced before. Part of me was afraid this would end as quickly as it began. Part of me, the part I wanted to believe, knew this was where I belonged. Wherever these two men were. They were inseparable. From everything they’d told me, they had always been inseparable, even when they were supposed to be separated. I knew in my heart I was supposed to be inseparable from them, too. I just wasn’t sure how to voice it. Not right now when I was so raw.