I flinch, and Hunter chuckles. “You sore, little rabbit?”
“You know I am,” I reply with a groan because even so, it doesn’t stop me from waking up wet.
Something coils deep in the pit of my stomach. I can’t seem to get enough of these two men. They played me like a grand piano, pressing all the right keys. I never knew pleasure could be like this.
They took me in the shower after Hunter fucked me and then proceeded to dirty me up all over again.
I’ve barely slept, and when I would finally drift off, I’d be brought back to reality with a tongue inside my pussy or a cock pressed against my entrance, ready to go again.
One of them lifts my thigh, and I groan as I feel the head of a cock at my entrance. I am so overstimulated and sore, I’m not even sure whose cock it is.
“How about one in and one out,” Harrison says to Hunter.
“Sounds like a plan,” he replies.
“How are you both even still going?” I ask, tensing as Hunter pushes into me from behind.
“It’s called stamina,” he says, groaning. “And fuck, I swear you just keep getting tighter and tighter.”
Harrison leans in and kisses me so tenderly before pulling back, his eyes roaming over my face with a look of reverence.
“We waited a long time to get inside you,” he says, stroking my jaw. “So you’ll have to forgive us if we have a lot of pent-up frustration to work through. Hurry up, brother. I need inside.”
Hunter pulls out of me slowly, his lips brushing over my shoulder, and then Harrison is pushing inside.
“It’s too much,” I say, and it’s not a lie. My pussy feels abused, but in the best possible way.
“You can take us. And soon we’re going to take your sweet cunt at the same time.”
The thought of both these men inside me at the same time has my heart racing and my channel tightening around Harrison, who groans.
They take me in turns, alternating between each thrust until I come on each of their cocks. And then they’re both filling me up.
I know I’m going to feel them inside me for days, which I think was their intent.
We lay there, all breathing heavily, as cum slips down my thighs. My room undoubtedly smells of sex and sin.
It’s only when my phone goes off that I’m pulled back to the present.
“Fuck,” I say as I try to untangle myself from the guys and lunge for my phone, almost face-planting out of the bed in the process.
“Woah there, careful.”
“You need to go. I need to hurry up and go make breakfast.”
I scramble out of bed and cringe as sticky, warm cum slides down my inner thighs.
“Gross,” I mutter as I stagger to the bathroom.
The sound of deep laughter follows me as I close the door and scramble to the toilet.
I have the quickest shower of my life before pulling on my comfy underwear, a soft pair of leggings and an oversized sweater.
When I enter the kitchen, my stepfather is sitting at the head of the table with a face like thunder, and my mum is playing some game on her phone. Seated on either side of the table, smiling as I walk in are Harrison and Hunter. They’re both wearing tight black fitted t-shirts, their hair still unkempt from sleep and countless hours of sex.
I can’t help but flush from the thought. Avoiding their gaze, I look away.
“Morning,” I say as I head to the fridge.
