Page 20 of Trapped Truth

“Shit, that’s so hot,” Hyland mumbles.

Tidal waves of bliss rinse through me, only increased by their crude note-comparisons. The two assholes sound perfectly content, discussing my body like it’s their favourite shared toy.

I clench my thighs around Warner’s waist, letting my orgasm wring every drop of pleasure free. His thrusts turn fast and shallow, creating pressure against my clit where he repeatedly teases my opening only to draw back out.

“So needy,” he grunts above me.

“Flip her over.” Hyland’s hips pump haphazardly. “Ax told me she likes having her ass played with.”

“Is that so, Em? She’ll need prepping before we can do that.”

If I weren’t so overstimulated by them both rocking into me, I’d blush. That purple-haired fucker. I’ll finish the job and kill him myself. Truthfully, I’ve thought about being shared by my guys like that since he suggested it.

Gripping my hair, Hyland grunts as he withdraws, and I cry out at the same time that Warner pulls free. Multiple sets of hands seize my hips and shoulders, flipping me over onto my hands and knees on the bed.

I moan shamelessly as a palm cracks across my ass cheek. The impact reverberates deep inside my core, already humming from one orgasm. When the next hit lands above my clit, I fist the bedsheets tight, unsure if I can hold myself upright.

“Look at this glistening cunt,” Warner taunts. “This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?”

“Oh, God,” I mewl when he spanks again. “Y-Yes.”

“You just wanted to be fucked and filled like a greedy little slut, huh?”

“P-Please. Don’t stop.”

“What if we all took turns passing this perfect ass around?” Warner wonders aloud.

“Jesus,” Hyland mutters. “I didn’t think I’d be into this but…”

“Quite the image, hm?”

“To say the least. Dammit, I need to⁠—”

He seizes my hair in an aggressive cinch to lift my head. I open my mouth to accept his cock, surging to the back of my throat in one powerful advance.

This time, Hyland drives into me, roughly fucking my mouth into oblivion without his previous patience. It’s hard and frenzied. Careless. I clamp around him when Warner smacks my ass then pushes back inside, causing Hyland to spit a curse.

“You were made for us, baby,” he coos breathlessly. “You’re so goddamn perfect.”

Moisture spills down my cheeks, but I love his roughness. The lack of control, the animal lust. Hyland’s unfiltered desires laid bare without excuse or pretence. He wants this just as badly.

A soft touch glides over my sore ass cheek, drawing lazy circles that inch ever closer to the cavern between my globes. I know Warner’s target. He’s intrigued. Pressure stings where his finger presses on my back entrance, circling the tight ring of muscle.

As Warner inches inside my second hole, Hyland’s hips move frantically. I can sense him thickening against my tongue, his breathing growing ragged. With a final pulse, his grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain and he spills himself into my mouth.

“Fuuuuck!”

I keep sucking and licking, drinking down his essence without hesitation. It’s hot on my tongue. Triumphant. I don’t even care that he hasn’t finished inside me. Taking this from him is far too sweet to pass up.

When he pulls himself free, strands stretch between me and his still-hard cock. Seeing Hyland’s eyes widen with sheer lust is a heady reward. I make a show of licking the droplets from my lips.

“Like I said,” he pants. “A fucking devil.”

I’d taunt him back, but Warner’s finger in my asshole curls, making me hiss in surprise. Between his steady pounding and the force stretching me from behind, I’m full. Almost too full. Enough to burst.

“She’s barely hanging on,” Hyland observes, tucking his dick back inside his boxers.

“Come on, love. Give me one more. I know you’ve got it in you.”