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"Fuck me so hard my pussy will ache for days, Jeremiah."
Jeremiah pulls back instantly, slamming into me so hard that my body tries to jerk up, but Ezekiel's hand is in my hair, holding me in place so all I can do is take Jeremiah's thrusts and his cock driving into my mouth.
"That's right," Ezekiel pants, "Get my cock nice and wet so I can slide it into your ass."
A whimper leaves me while yearning for the vision Ezekiel has put in my mind makes a shiver race through me. I hear a chuckle that I know is from Ezekiel.
"You see the sounds she makes for us, Jeremiah?" he asks.
"I hear them," Jeremiah huskily says. "But I want more. I haven't heard either of our names enough."
"I should make her pay for that, right? Make her choke on my cock?"
"You make her throat spasm around your cock, and I'll make her tighten around my cock."
God, how I want that. I reach out blindly with both hands, one landing on Ezekiel's stomach, the other on Jeremiah's thigh. I move them until one is on Ezekiel's ass, the other on Jeremiah's, both pushing them further into me. Jeremiah's cock gets so deep inside of me that my thighs begin quivering with the tension coiling in me, ready to snap at any moment. Ezekiel's cock hits the back of my throat and I don’t waste a second in swallowing around the tip of it. His hand tightens in my hair to the point that my scalp stings. Jeremiah gives me shallow thrusts, each time hitting the nerves inside of me that have muffled gasps leaving my mouth around Ezekiel. Then, their hands, one Jeremiah's and one Ezekiel's, are on my breasts. At the first twists of my nipples, I explode, doing just like they said, spasming around Jeremiah's cock and around Ezekiel when he slams himself to the back of my throat again.
Jeremiah begins pounding into me as my orgasm peaks, and Ezekiel pulls his cock free of my mouth. My hand drops from him as he walks away from me, and I grip the sheets to give myself something to hold onto as Jeremiah slams into me, his hold on my thigh bruising. He turns me to the side more, a hand on my lower back making me arch higher. And I know why when a warm gel comes to my tight ring. My mouth drops open, anticipation, desire, and excitement making a sigh leave me as I feel Ezekiel's cock slip between my ass cheeks.
"Say it," Ezekiel demands.
"Your cock, at my ass," I say. "Jeremiah's in my pussy."
"What do you want us to do, Lexa?" Jeremiah all but pleads.
"Make. Me. Scream." I pant.
"You heard our little whore," Ezekiel states, then he's pushing in.
My fingers tighten on the sheets, my neck arching just as my back does when they both slide into me. Pleasure from Jeremiah, pain from Ezekiel. Jeremiah slows down, giving my body time to adjust to Ezekiel's cock. Jeremiah enters me as much as he can, his groin rubbing against my clit to ease the bite of Ezekiel stretching me. Hands move my other leg, so both are pushed forward, making it easier for both of them to get deep inside me, and they do. Jeremiah still grinding on my clit while Ezekiel finally slides the last inch of himself into me.
I shudder at how full I feel, trying to catch my breath and relax. Ezekiel groans and I'm sure it's at how tight I am around him. My muscles grip Jeremiah just as much.
"Move, please," I moan. "I need you both to move."
Ezekiel slaps my ass and I jump at the pain, tightening around them even more. They both hiss before Ezekiel grits out, "You tell Jeremiah what to do to you, but not me. Me, you ask. You plead. Youbeg."
Jeremiah though, does begin moving, sliding out of me, leaving me feeling less full for the moment until he begins entering me again. I gasp at the feeling of his cock sliding against my stretched-thin nerves. My back arches, moving on Ezekiel's cock.
"Beg," he says through what sound like clenched teeth.
"Please, Ezekiel," I shakily plead. "Fuck my ass. I need you and Jeremiah to make me come. I am burning up inside with the need to come.Please."
I don't even care about how desperate I sound, or that my last word came out so high pitched from Jeremiah entering me again. I just need him to do the same as his brother. I need them both to move inside me, need the pain at my ass to become pleasure. I need this aching tension in me to be relieved.
"Does that sound like enough for you, Jer?" Ezekiel asks, toying with us both.
"If you want to feel what I'm feeling right now, then you had better let it be enough, Zek."
Maybe it is my begging, or maybe Jeremiah's words and the huskiness in his brother's voice that finally pushes Ezekiel to oblige me, and himself. He pulls back and I gasp, both at feeling him sliding out of me and at Jeremiah sliding in. They proceed this way, one of them sliding in while the other slides out. Slowly, deeply. My back never stops arching now, not even getting a moment to catch my breath with them filling me one right after the other.
The tension, aching before, becomes unbearable now. Coiling, tightening, and tempting me with release, but just out of my reach. As if they can sense it, they both quicken their pace and begin driving into me now. I don't know what to do but slam my body back down on them, seeking, begging for more. For them to make me come and for them to come in me.
"Please," I moan. It comes out needy, broken, but not nearly as needy as I feel. Not nearly as broken as I want to be.
"I need you to break me," I plead.
"Fuck, Lexa," Ezekiel grunts, slamming into me and staying deep inside me.
