Page 236 of What We Bury

Milo withdraws his fingers, and I whimper at the loss of sensation. But then he’s adding another squirt of lube and positioning himself where I want him most.

“Relax, kitten. You’ve gotta let me in,” Milo murmurs as he notches his head inside my ass.

He slides in slowly, careful and gentle, his hands spreading my cheeks as the thick head of his cock nudges past the resistance before popping inside. I gasp, nails digging into Holden’s shoulders. It hurts, but it’s the sweetest burn, a knife-edge bite that makes my brain light up every color at once.

Milo waits, buried halfway, letting me breathe and adjust. Holden soothes his hands down my back, kisses my shoulder, and says, “Easy, wildcat. You got this. You’re the bravest girl I’ve ever met.”

The words make me clench and shiver, and when I look up, all four of them are watching me. I’ll never get used to being the center of so many eyes—hungry, fierce, protective, proud. I feel fucking worshipped.

Milo works deeper, rocking his hips in little strokes, stretching me gently until he’s fully inside. I melt into the feeling, the burning, the fullness, the stretch of taking two cocks at once, and it hits me right where every dark little kink I’ve ever had lives and breathes.

Micah gets on the bed beside me, naked now. His cock is thick and flushed, precum glistening at the tip. I lick my lips and shift to the side, wanting to taste him. He guides it to my mouth, and I lick the salt from his tip.

“Baby girl. You look so beautiful being filled.” His voice is so gentle and hungry that the words break my fucking brain. I open for him, sucking him in, slow and deep. I moan around him. I can’t move, can only take and take, stuffed in every possible way.

Knox rumbles from the corner, and I can see him there watching, huge hand wrapped around his massive length, stroking slowly. “Beautiful, Fury. Taking what you need. We’ll give you everything you want—gonna make you scream for us.”

I moan. So close. Milo grinds forward, fucking my ass with short, careful thrusts while Holden pounds up into me, filling my cunt to the hilt. I want to tell them how good it is but I can’t get out the words around Micah’s cock. I moan harder, body shaking.

Holden growls, “She’s gonna come.” He thrusts up harder, hands locked so tight on my hips I know I’ll be bruised. I want it. I need it. Everything gets so bright and sharp and close together that I black out for a second, my whole body pulsing as I come, screaming into Micah’s cock. He pulls out fast and pushes it against my cheek instead, rubbing it over my lips, saying, “Take a breath, baby girl.”

I gasp for air and clutch at the bedsheets, but all I want is more. The men shudder and come with a groan, two dicks pulsing inside me and I cry out some more, my whole body quaking.

“Fuck that was good, wildcat.”

“So good, kitten. You’re amazing.”

Holden kisses me, slow and deep while he and Milo pull out of my body. Then I’m moving, hands repositioning me, places switching. I’m on my back now, legs open.

“Look at you, already dripping with cum. You’re doing so fucking good, little savage. Think you can do it again? Take both of us at the same time?”

“Yes.”

“You gonna let me and Micah stretch that pussy so you’re ready for Knox?”

I whimper, dizzy from the high, desperate to please them. “Yes. Please. Give it to me.”

Eli’s smile is soft and wolfish all at once. He kneels between my legs while Micah props me up from behind, arms locked under my armpits, holding me against his chest as I writhe and pant.

Micah enters me—reverse cowgirl—and I moan. “So wet for us, baby girl—fuck, you feel incredible.”

Eli lines up and pushes in slow, his cock stretching me alongside Micah’s, the double fullness blinding, dangerous—it burns and then blooms, sweet and sharp.

For a second, I think it’s too much, that my body will break. But Eli pauses, letting me breathe, letting my body learn what’s possible. Micah strokes my hair, gentle, soothing even as they’re splitting me open.

“Just relax, little savage,” Eli whispers. “You’re the one in control. We’ve got you.” The words make me want to cry and scream and come, all at once. When he slides in the rest of the way, the burn is exquisite, intense, and I whimper, rocking between them as they fill me completely, inch by inch.

“Oh God—too much—feels so good—” I gasp, the double vaginal penetration pushing me to my limits, their cocks rubbing together inside me, hitting every spot.

“You’re taking us both so perfectly,” Eli praises, hands on my breasts, pinching my nipples as he thrusts up. “Look at you, stretched wide around our cocks—such a good girl, letting us fill you like this.”

Micah’s hands grip my hips, his voice strained with pleasure. “That’s it, baby girl—fuck, you’re amazing. Squeezing us so tight—can’t wait to feel you come again.”

The stretch, the burn, the pulse—it’s too much and not enough. My head spins, roaring like the ocean, my heartbeat pounding in my ears louder than my own cries. I grip the sheets, nails tearing at the fabric, eyes squeezed shut as they move inside me. Eli and Micah, locked together in rhythm, every thrust dragging a new sound out of my throat, every withdrawal a promise there will be more.

I never knew I could take this; never thought my body was built for it, for the kind of excess that feels like annihilation andworship at once. There’s nothing in my head except sensation—bruising, raw,holy. They take me apart and put me back together with hands and cocks and words spoken like prayers.

My muscles go liquid, the friction and push-pull between them shaking me apart. Pressure builds and crests, a hot pierce of pain that feels too good to be bad. Every thrust, every stretch, makes me wilder and looser until I’m beyond shame, beyond thought, just a knot of nerves and fire that’s melting at the core.