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I inhale, and with my exhale, Ezekiel begins pushing in. My eyes widen as a deep groan leaves me. My hand, that had been almost in Jeremiah's hair, flies back to his neck now, my nails digging into his skin. I'm sure it hurts but he barely hisses before telling me to breathe again. Each exhale, Ezekiel pushes in more. I don't feel his thighs against the back of mine, so I know he's nowhere near done sinking into me, and yet, I don't know how I can take anymore. I already feel too full, too stretched. Jeremiah has stopped moving inside of me but even with him still, I can't imagine how they'll both be able to fuck me.
Then, there's the pain. The hot searingpain. Intensifying with each inch of him that enters me. Flaring each time that I tighten around him. The pleasure Jeremiah's cock in me offers is far outweighed by the hurt.
Ezekiel, in a rare display of gentleness during sex, strokes his hand down my spine. A shiver follows his rough fingers, making me arch more. Then he’s piercing me, driving the rest of his cock into me. Something between a gasp and a whimper escapes me as I try to get away from the pain, jerking forward, but Jeremiah's hands on my ass keep me there for his brother to sink in to. My shaky breaths are the only sound in the room. Ezekiel's thighs are against mine, his groin pressed to my ass. His body leans over mine now, chest on my lower back as he kisses up and down my spine but given what his last act of gentleness brought me, I'm wary of this one.
"Relax," Jeremiah says.
A strangledhowleaves me.
"Breathe,” he tells me.
"I can't."
Or at least that's how I feel. I am stretched beyond my limits, both filling me, their bodies crushing me between them. My heart is racing against Jeremiah, and Ezekiel’s heart is beating fast against my back. And although my breaths are heavy, I feel like I can't breathe, can't move. I can hardly think.
"Then talk to me. Tell me what you need."
"I need pleasure," I plead. "I need something to make the pain go away."
"You want me to move?"
I nod, not knowing if it will help or make it worse. His hands, having moved to my hips when Ezekiel slid the last of himself into me, grip me more firmly now, holding me to him as he slides out of me slowly. A gasp bursts from me and my muscles tighten around him and Ezekiel.
"Shit," Ezekiel curses while Jeremiah groans my name.
Then Jeremiah is thrusting back in and a harsh breath tumbles from my lips. The pain doesn't fade, but the pleasure mixes with it, enough to make me aware that there is pleasure to be found with both of them inside of me. Enough for me to want Jeremiah to begin fucking me again.
"Don't stop," I breathe.
"Fast or slow?"
For once I choose the latter, and like always, he gives me what I want. He slides out of me again, into me again, setting a slow rhythm. Each time he enters me, my pussy and ass tighten. Each time he leaves me, I can feel just how much Ezekiel is filling me, waiting for me to give him permission to move as well.
My ass still hurts, but I need more. I need Ezekiel's roughness. I need his sounds. I need his hands gripping me, fingers digging into my skin. I need his dirty words urging me towards an orgasm. I know the pain won't become anything else if he doesn't move. And I need it to become something else. I need him in my ass to feel as good as Jeremiah does in my pussy.
"Ezekiel, please," I plead.
My words are hoarse, but I know he hears me from the wicked way his tongue licks a circle on the middle of my spine. A shiver rakes through me, making Ezekiel arch deeper into me.
"First I'll fuck you like a good girl," his husky voice says. "Then, when you beg for more, I'll fuck you like the slut you are."
As if his words aren't enough to finally,finally,have my mind focusing on coming instead of pain, his lips trailing down my back as he lifts from me would have done it. Or his hands going to my thighs, widening them even more. Or the way he groans when I tighten around him again with Jeremiah driving into me. The gentle strokes from Jeremiah are clearly done now that I've told Ezekiel to begin moving. Jeremiah's hand moves to my lower back, clasping there to keep me low to him as he begins fucking me faster, harder, his hips arching back and forth to thrust deep into me.
Then, Ezekiel is sliding out of me at the same time that Jeremiah does. A strangled moan escapes me as my body suddenly feels far too empty, but just as quickly I'm moaning again as they both fill me. The pain is still there, sparking inside me, competing with the nerves that are lighting up with pleasure. It's enough to make my back arch, seeking more of them. They fall into the same pace, entering me at the same time, leaving me in unison. And soon enough, the pain is only adding to the pleasure. Soon enough, my nails finally release their hold on Jeremiah's neck so they can slide into his hair as I lift my head and bring my lips to his.
My moans and gasps are swallowed up by our kiss, his groans vibrating on my tongue when I slide it past his lips. He greedily circles my tongue with his own, starting to thrust into me faster. Ezekiel does the same, only pausing long enough for me to feel him pour more gel to my ring stretched around him before he's driving into me. The fullness, that felt like too much before, pushes me, propels me, really, towards an orgasm now. Not just Jeremiah's cock in my pussy hitting a spot so good that it has the tension building in me, coiling more and more with each thrust, but with Ezekiel's cock in my ass, hitting a spot deep within me that it sends me spinning, spiraling towards bliss.
I break my mouth away from Jeremiah’s to breathe, to gasp out when they both drive into me so hard, so good, that my thighs are trembling now, body desperate to be overtaken with pleasure.
"I'm tired of being a good girl now," I pant.
Not even a full second passes before Ezekiel's hand grips my hair, yanking my head back.
"That doesn't sound like begging to me," he growls while arching his hips forward, teasing me, torturing me. "Does it sound like begging to you, Jeremiah?"
"Nowhere near."
I moan when Jeremiah does the same as his brother, thrusting just a little deeper into me, making me abundantly aware of what I need to be begging for.
