“Stop,” Keira groans, her voice breaking as I push further inside. Her hands strain against the restraints, fingers clawing at empty air. “It’s too much.”
I pause, not because I’m inclined to mercy, but because I want to watch her process this new invasion. Her breathing comes in short, shallow pants. Sweat glistens on her skin, catching the red light that bathes us.
“You don’t mean that,” I growl, gripping her hips tighter.
I roll my pelvis slightly, not thrusting yet, just making her feel every thick inch stretching her ass. The sound that escapes her is a contradiction—pain and pleasure twisted together in a way that makes my cock throb inside her.
Beneath me, Keira’s body tells the truth her words won’t admit. Her back arches, pushing back against me despite her protests. When I withdraw slightly, then press deeper, she lets out a moan that’s pure need.
“Fuck,” she gasps, the word half-curse, half-plea.
That single syllable breaks something in me. I watch her face in the mirrors that surround us—the way her eyes roll back, lips parted, expression transformed to one of shocked pleasure. She’s fighting it, but her body craves this—craves us.
“Tell me you want it,” I demand, holding still inside her, making her acknowledge what her body has already confessed.
Instead of words, she pushes back against me, impaling herself deeper on my cock with a desperate whimper. Ace catches my eye, a rare smile playing at his lips. We both see it clearly—beneath the resistance and fear lies a hunger that matches our own.
I watch as Ace bends down, his mouth claiming Keira’s in a brutal kiss. When he pulls back slightly, I see the gleam in his eyes. He spits directly into her open mouth again.
“Swallow it,” he commands, and I feel her body shudder as she obeys.
My cock throbs deeper inside her ass as I watch her throat work in the mirror, accepting his offering. There’s something fucking beautiful about the way she takes our degradation—fighting it yet yielding all the same.
“You think this is intense?” Ace’s voice drops lower, almost conversational despite the savagery of the moment. “You’re going to take both of us now. A cock in your ass—” he nodstoward me, still buried inside her, “—and a cock in that soaked pussy of yours.”
Her eyes widen, panic flashing across her features.
“I can’t,” she gasps. “That’s not possible.”
“You can,” I growl, grinding deeper into her ass. “And you will.”
Ace moves with that predatory grace of his, reaching for one of the standing mirrors positioned around the room. He rolls it forward, angling it precisely until it’s directly in Keira’s line of sight in the mirrored wall. In the reflection, she can see everything—her bound body, my larger form crouched over her, my cock disappearing into her ass.
When her eyes lock on the reflection, a moan tears from her throat—raw and unbidden. It’s not disgust or even pain anymore. It’s fucking need.
“Look at that,” Ace purrs, tilting her chin to ensure she can’t look away from the mirror. “You’re going to watch us take you, fuck you, fill you. Every. Single. Second.”
Watching herself being fucked seems to unlock something in her. Her resistance melts into a trembling surrender that makes my cock pulse inside her tight channel.
I pump slowly into her ass, savoring the tight grip of her body around me. Each thrust draws a trembling gasp from her lips—music to my fucking ears. The initial resistance has melted into something else entirely, her body learning to take what we give her.
“Good girl,” I growl, watching her face in the mirror. “Taking my cock so fucking well.”
Ace moves between her spread legs, his fingers finding her clit. He circles the swollen bud, making her jerk and writhe beneath me.
“Look how wet you are,” he murmurs, his voice carrying that analytical edge even now. “Such a filthy little slut for us.”
Her pussy glistens under his attention, cream coating his fingers as he works her. The sight of him touching her while I’m buried in her ass nearly pushes me over the edge. I slow my pace, determined to make this last.
Ace drops to his knees, replacing his fingers with his mouth. His tongue laps at her clit while his hands spread her wider for his access.
“Fuck,” I hiss, feeling her body clench around my cock at the new sensation.
I continue thrusting into her tight ass while Ace devours her pussy, his tongue working with the same precision he brings to everything. The dual assault leaves her gasping, body trembling between us as pleasure overwhelms resistance.
“She’s dripping,” Ace observes, looking up at me with his mouth glistening from her arousal. “Ready for more.”
I nod, understanding perfectly what comes next. We’ve always shared women, it’s what we do, but there’s something about Keira.
