Page 160 of Double or Nothing

“You like that?” he asks. “Like knowing where I’ve been? Smearing the depths of Bryce’s dirty asshole on your pretty little cunt?”

My brain loses control, spinning wild as I nod.

Jack’s filthy fingers keep teasing my clit, building up momentum.

“Oh, Soul Girl, I know you do,” he says with a cheeky laugh. “You love everything about Bryce, even his bad sock choices, so how about we get some more of him into you?” He stops thrusting and pulls out. “Share her with me, BT. Get in on the action and shove your cock into her slick little cunt, please.”

Switching positions as a trio is easy now. All of us reading each other’s bodies by heart. I climb up and straddle Bryce like he was born to be inside me. My pussy only protests for a few seconds before I lower myself all the way.

Jack is right back on it, snakelike and fierce. He doesn’t give me any time to adjust before he shoves me forward, my tits against Bryce’s bare chest as he lines back up against my ass.

Fuck I want this, even if my ass is going to scream blue murder.

“Call time out whenever you want,” Jack says, but I shake my head.

“I won’t be calling time out. No chance.”

“Now, that sounds like a challenge.”

“It’s not a challenge. It’s a fact.”

“Great. I don’t give a fuck what it is, let’s just call it accepted.”

He’s a true dirty beast as he leverages his weight to dig in. Holy fuck, I’m sandwiched tight between two guys who drive me off the scale, and there will be no time out. My will is as strong as iron.

Bryce strokes my face when I cry out. He soothes me as Jack uses me, forcing himself all the way in.

Oh, the burn.

It’s a sear of a stretch, but that’s what I need.

I’m not going to be left behind in the filthy triad. My canvas is as willing as Bryce’s. My yellows to his purples, with Jack’s fiery cocky reds pushing us both.

I’m a groaning slut as they alternate their thrusts, not giving a toss for the wreckage I’ll be facing in the aftermath. My clit grinds against Bryce as they work me back and forth, harder and harder. It’s incredible, but we’ve played this game before. Double penetration is fast becoming a well-known acquaintance, and Jack’s words ring back to me.

It’s time to raise the bar.

Challenge accepted.

“I want to take a whole fist, like Bryce did.” My voice is such a slutty moan. “I want to stretch, like he did. I’ll do it. I’ll take it. Please.”

I close my eyes, soaking in the filthy grit of ass and pussy in combination.

“Now you’re talking,” Jack says. “Heads or tails, baby? What are you going for?”

“My pussy,” I tell him. “I want to take a fist in my pussy.”

Jack tuts at me.

“Come on, Soul Girl. That’s no way to ask for it. More convincingly, please.”

I know exactly what he means, the king of dirty talk. He does it all the time, goads until he gets me gagging for it. He wants to hear it from my filthy mouth. He wants to hear the inner slut coming to the fore.

My clit is sparking, ass burning, pussy aching like a horny bitch. Just like I am. I am a horny bitch, in a very horny playground.

I always feel more exposed when it’s Bryce’s face up close to mine while I beg like a needy whore. It makes it so much more dirty than the cheeky grin of Jack’s.

“Stretch my cunt, please. Stretch my tight cunt and make me take it, no matter how much it hurts. I don’t fucking care. I want you all the way in, right to the wrist. My slutty cunt wants it, from both of you. Please, Jack. Please.”