As she comes down, I ease a finger inside, pumping slowly and letting her adjust before adding a second.
He crouches behind us, palming her ass and spreading her cheeks apart as he hums with satisfaction.
“What are you doing?” she asks curiously.
“Filling both of your holes with our tongues,” he groans with a smirk before angling her ass and running his tongue over her.
Those plump lips find my cock again as she takes both of our tongues, letting us eat our fill. We worship her with our mouths, making her fall apart all over again. Once. Twice. Until my face is coated in her ecstasy.
She sits up, taking control and spinning back around, backing up until her feet hit the floor and she pushes to her full height. “I want you both.Please.”
I wonder what we look like on the bed right now—rock-hard cocks pulsing, eyes starved, and desperate for more.
Getting on my feet, I lightly grab her shoulders and spin her back to the bed. “On your back. It’ll be easier for your first time.”
Dean joins me at my side, looking at her with pure fucking love in his eyes as we both pump our dicks, aching to feel her. “Are you sure?”
“I’m positive.” She sits down on the edge of the bed before scooting back a foot and lying down. With her hands on her knees, she pulls her legs apart, her pretty pussy glistening. “Please.”
Hastily, Dean grabs a pillow and secures it under her head for comfort and grabs condoms for both of us.
She shakes her head. “I want to feel you both. Without those. Even if it’s just for the first minute.”
Good God, she’s going to be the death of me.
“Once we warm you up, we’ll put them on, okay?” I counter, knowing how desperately I want to feel her with nothing between us.
Biting on her bottom lip, she nods. “How are youbothgoing to …” She trails off.
“How are we both going to take your virginity?” Dean smirks. “One inch at a time.”
He gestures for me to start, and I might’ve gotten on my knees and begged had he not. I kick my jeans to the floor and rip my shirt off my head, tossing it God knows where.
Stepping forward, I grab her hips and pull her ass to the edge. Thankful Dean’s bed is tall enough to line us up perfectly with her pretty cunt.
Spitting down onto my dick, I coat it and swipe it through her dripping center. “Are you ready, Princess?”
“Yes,” she whispers, and I push my hips forward, sinking my tip inside her.
A sharp gasp cuts through the room, and her eyes close. I freeze, scared I hurt her. I know we aren’t small in the fucking slightest; it’s going to take her body a minute to adjust.
“Are you okay?” Leaning forward, I cup her cheeks, waiting for her to look at me. “We can stop.”
“Don’t stop.” Her eyes flutter open, her pupils blown to fuck and gaze darker than ever.
My cock twitches of its own accord, and her head tips back, mouth parting and inhaling.
I shift forward slightly before pulling back and letting my dick fall between us.
“Such a good job, baby.” I lean down and steal a kiss from her before stepping back and letting Dean take my place.
Grabbing his cock, he sinks into her, grunting, “Fuck, you feel so good, stretching out for us, Cirella.”
He takes his time, working another inch deeper before trading out with me again.
Her warm pussy welcomes me eagerly as I ease into her, slowing down with each inch more, pushing further than before, until four inches are buried in her with four more to go.
Dean and I switch back and forth, each testing the limits of our restraint as we memorize the feel of her around us, shaping the veins of our cocks into her walls.
