“So good,” he said with a sigh.
I couldn’t look away from his stunned face. I did that. Pride swelled inside me. He bumped along my prostate, and the pleasure instantly had me at the point of coming again. I’d gotten off with a massager before, but it was nothing like having a man jam his hard dick into my P-spot. It was so much more intense.
I’d been missing out.
Damn, had I ever been missing out.
I clawed at the back of the couch with one hand and grabbed Ren’s calf with the other, anchoring myself in place. He slid his hand into my curls and pulled.
That was it.
Ren yanked my hair and the sting skipped down my spine, an odd pleasure.
KC pounded my asshole, then started striking my prostate harder than a hammer. My orgasm hit me out of nowhere. I gasped as my muscles contracted. Electric heat tore me apart and put me back together. My stomach went molten hot as my cock pumped cum onto my chest. My muscles twitched so viciously I was on the edge of a cramp in my thighs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I shouted.
“Oh yeah.” Ren scooped the cum off my chest with two fingers and fed it to KC as he pumped away in my hole.
Another shockwave of pleasure ricocheted through me and left me shouting.
KC whimpered as he sucked on Ren’s fingers, and I watched Ren’s cock jerk and slap against his inked abs. KC rammed home, filling me beyond full, a sweetly painful feeling I wanted again in the future, and he stiffened. His cock pulsed inside me, and I wished he wasn’t wearing a condom. I wanted to be dripping with his spunk, his essence.
God, I wanted to belong to KC.
“Oh, that’s the way a stud works someone over. Are you coming in that tight little hole? You look so good.” Ren thumbed KC’s bottom lip.
“Yeah, oh my God, yeah. Thank you. Thank you.”
I wasn’t sure if KC was thanking me or Ren, but he slumped and buried his face against my neck. The tiny kisses he hid there had more tears swimming in my vision.
Ren stared down at us, and the fire in his eyes reminded me of a demon.
Please, let me be his sacrifice.
“My turn.” He jerked my hair so hard it sent pain screaming down to tingle in my dick and I couldn’t help but squeeze on KC’s sensitive cock. He whimpered and pulled out. I squirmed at the sensation of gaping open.
It was good and bad. Bad because I wanted to be filled; good because it reminded me that Ihadbeenfilled.
Ren was kind of scary. I didn’t think I would ever want to be alone with him. KC brushed his lips across my cheek as he moved. I lost my comfortable spot on Ren’s lap, and I was dazed as he yanked me up to my feet.
“What—”
“Move.”
I stumbled as he shoved me over to a recliner. He pushed the back so the footrest came out, and I wasn’t sure what was happening until he pressed me down on my hands and knees. My ass was angled up, thanks to the chair. It was a sturdy, wide recliner meant for lazy days watching TV. He tugged me around until my ass was facing the side. I realized I was higher than I would’ve been on the couch when he stepped closer and his massive cock was back at my hole.
Apparently, he planned to stand and fuck me. I wanted to make some snarly comment about him being lazy, but my mouth wasn’t up to the task.
Unlike earlier, though, my hole was loose. Coming—not to mention the pounding KC had given me—had gotten rid of some of the tension slicing through my body. Ren was able to glide his cockhead past the ring of muscle that had fought him earlier. I hissed because I’d already gone through having my hole battered, and I wasn’t used to the way his piercings dragged at my insides, a strange bumpy feeling.
“Oh wow,” KC said, and I glanced to my right. He was sitting on the couch, spread out, sweats around his ankles and cock at half mast in the used condom—watching. I shuddered. His dick had just been inside me and now another one was following the same path into my body.
Ren grabbed my hair, and I scrabbled at the chair, but he pounded deep at the same time. The piercings didn’t exactly snag on my hole, but they rippled past in an odd way, and I swore I could feel them deep inside, pushing at me, trying to make me hurt. Or feel good? I wasn’t sure.
The piercings rubbed against my prostate, and the bizarre sensation forced another yell from me. My dick tingled and I couldn’t glance down to look at it with my neck arched by his grip on my hair, but I was throbbing again. Need attacked my insides as surreal spikes of curling tension.
I was hard again.
