Ace rises to his feet, his cock standing proud and rigid against his stomach. He positions himself at her entrance behind me, the head of his cock nudging against her swollen lips. Her eyes widen in the mirror as she realizes what’s about to happen.
Keira’s body goes rigid beneath me.
“No, I can’t—please, it’s too much,” she whimpers, eyes wide with panic in the mirror.
Ace just smiles that cold, calculating smile that means he’s made up his mind. “You’ll take both of us, little dancer. Your body was made for this.”
He pushes forward slowly, that iron control of his never wavering as he breaches her pussy while my cock remains buried in her ass. The sensation is fucking indescribable—I can feel him through the thin barrier between us, feel the way her body stretches impossibly to accommodate us both.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hips jerking involuntarily. “So fucking tight.”
With each inch Ace claims, the pressure around my cock intensifies. It’s torture and ecstasy in equal measure, the feeling of her stretched around both of us, completely filled and utterly owned.
“Look at yourself,” Ace commands, gripping her chin to force her gaze to the mirror. “Look at what a greedy little whore you are, taking both our cocks.”
Her resistance crumbles as Ace bottoms out inside her. A broken moan escapes her lips, half-pain, half-pleasure.
“That’s it,” I snarl, my control slipping as I feel Ace’s cock throb against mine through that thin wall. “Take it all like the fucking slut you are.”
We begin moving in tandem, a rhythm we’ve perfected over years of sharing women, but never has it felt this intense, this primal. I feel Ace’s pace quicken, his usual control fracturing as it did at the club when we first saw her dance.
“Fuck her harder,” he orders me, his voice rough with rare emotion. “Make her feel who she belongs to.”
I comply, driving into her ass with punishing force while Ace rails into her pussy. Her moans rise to screams, her body trembling violently between us.
“That’s right, take those cocks,” I growl. “Stuffed full of us, nowhere to run, nowhere to hide.”
“Our little fucking cockslut,” Ace hisses, his fingers digging bruises into her hips. “Made to be filled by us.”
Her body convulses between us, the rhythm of our thrusts pushing her higher until she suddenly tenses. A strangled cry tears from her throat, and then—fuck—she’s coming. But not just coming—she’s fucking squirting around Ace’s cock, her release gushing out.
“Jesus fucking Christ,” I growl, watching in the reflection as her cream coats my brother’s shaft while her pussy spasms.
The sight of her losing control so completely shatters something in both of us. Ace’s careful precision crumbles, his head thrown back, jaw clenched as a primal groan rips from his chest. That sound—so rare from my controlled brother—pushes me over the edge.
“Take it,” I snarl, driving deep into her ass as my release hits like a fucking freight train.
My cock pulses, emptying hot and thick inside her. Through the thin barrier of flesh, I feel Ace’s cock throb in time with mine as he floods her pussy with his seed. We’re both breeding her, marking her from the inside.
“Such a goddamn good slut,” I pant against her sweat-slicked back, my hips still jerking involuntarily. “Taking both our cocks and coming like the whore you are.”
Ace’s fingers dig into her hips as he empties himself inside her. His eyes meet mine in the mirror, that rare vulnerability I only ever glimpse in moments like this.
“Perfect,” he murmurs, his voice rough with uncharacteristic emotion. “Coming for us while we use you... just like you were made for this.”
Her body milks every last drop from both of us, her muscles contracting around our cocks as aftershocks ripple through her. The three of us remain locked together, panting, sweat-slicked, and joined in the most intimate way possible.
10
KEIRA
My body feels utterly destroyed in the best possible way as they finally release the restraints. My wrists ache, my thighs tremble, and there’s not a single part of me that doesn’t bear the evidence of their ownership. I can barely keep myself upright as they lift me from the bench.
“Good girl,” one of them murmurs against my ear, his voice surprisingly gentle compared to the brutality of moments ago.
Ace smirks down at me. “Ready for more, little dancer?”
Before I can answer, he lowers his mouth to mine, kissing me. His lips are soft but commanding, claiming me in a different but equally possessive way. When he pulls back, Cyrus immediately takes his place, his kiss rougher, hungrier, teeth grazing my bottom lip.
