Page 39 of Their Wicked Dare

“Yes, I want more.”

Holding my cheeks apart with one hand, he slipped the other between them, then circled where his cock filled me. “I wish you could see yourself right now. So fucking perfect.”

I froze when the tip of his finger began to push inside. It burned momentarily, but turned to pleasure when he began to rock his hips into me slowly.

A second finger joined the first, and this time, I broke from Thorne’s kiss, twisting in his arms.

“I can’t,” I rasped.

“Yes, you can. I need to get you ready.” It slipped in, and I moaned at the stretch.

“For what?” I asked in an automatic response.

“For when you take two of our cocks.”

“Wha—”

My questions were cut off when Thorne turned me back to him and kissed me hard and reached down to circle my clit.

I began to push back into Ronan, meeting his thrust.

He removed himself from my core, leaving me achingly empty, and lifted me higher on Thorne.

“She’s ready.”

Thorne wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, his eyes firmly on mine. “Hold on to me.”

My heart rate accelerated, and my teeth dug into my bottom lip. He pulled it free, then kissed me before saying, “We won’t hurt you. If you don’t like it, we’ll stop.”

I took a deep breath and allowed his words to settle in me, then let it out. More relaxed, I rested my face in the crook of his neck and let them manipulate my body however they wanted.

Thorne groaned when his cock sank into me, thrusting a few times before going still.

“She feels amazing,” he groaned.

Something hard nudged against where Thorne was buried deep inside me, and ripples of pleasure trailed up my spine, even as my breath froze in my lungs.

“Breathe, baby,” Ronan said.

I inhaled, and he pushed his way in on my exhale.

My vision went white, then filled with static behind my closed lids, my mouth wide open on a quiet cry. My body went rigid, every sound muffled except their breathing.

They gave me a moment to adjust.

When I finally relaxed around them, Ronan began to rock into me. Thorne remained still, his grasp on my hips holding me in place.

I thought it would break me, but with each of his strokes, pleasure coiled deep in my stomach.

The bed dipped on the left, and I opened my eyes to see Silas stroking himself as he watched. I licked my lips and reached out to him, taking him into my mouth.

I wanted to be made a mess, to be completely wrecked.

As long as it was them, I could do anything.

My orgasm ripped through me, stealing all my strength. Thankfully, theirs followed soon after.

I collapsed, sore but happy.