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“I know what you need,” he growls, and without warning, he slides into me, practically lifting me into the air as he does so. A gasp escapes my lips, mingling with the sound of water and heavy breathing. I revel in the sensation of being supported between them, and the sudden intrusion of Grayson’s cock, so intense it borders on pain.
“Can you handle both of us, Brielle? Tell me you’re our good girl.” Conrad’s voice is thick with desire, his words a velvet caress that sends a shiver through me.
“I—I can,” I manage to say, though a part of me trembles with the anticipation of being stretched, taken by both of them. I bury my face in the crook of Conrad’s neck, and take deep breaths, trying to relax.
“Good girl,” he praises, and I feel the press of him at my entrance. Slowly, he pushes inside me alongside Grayson, joining where I am already claimed. The stretch is delicious agony, the fullness complete.
“Ah, God, yes,” I moan, tilting my hips to allow them deeper access. Every inch of Conrad feels like a new discovery, a perfect counterpoint to Grayson’s possession.
“Look at you, taking us both.” Grayson’s voice is a husky rumble against the shell of my ear, his thrusts measured, letting me adjust to the dual invasion.
“Perfect,” Conrad adds, his rhythm slow and steady, as if he’s savoring every moment, every inch.
The dance begins—a push and pull, give and take. The heat builds, spiraling higher with each synchronized move. My body stretches to accommodate their size, a sweet burn that promises an explosion of pleasure.
“More,” I beg, and they comply, their movements becoming more urgent, more demanding. They fill me, split me open with their desire, and I’m lost in the sensation, flying high on the edge of something monumental.
The rhythm they create is a symphony of carnal desire, each thrust from Grayson and Conrad driving me further into a haze of pleasure. My senses are on fire as the sounds of our mingled breaths and the scent of steam and lust fill the air. They move with a precision that speaks of their unspoken bond, their bodies working in tandem to worship mine.
“Can you feel how perfectly we fit together, Brielle?” Grayson’s voice is tight with control, his grip on my waist firm and possessive.
I nod, words lost in the onslaught of sensation as they find a matching pace. The room fades away until there’s only the sensation of being completely filled, completely loved. My muscles clench around them, drawing them deeper, and it’s like touching the stars—over and over I soar, reaching peaks I never knew existed.
“Grayson…Conrad…” Their names are a plea, a praise, each climax tearing through me, leaving me shattered and whole all at once.
“More,” I gasp, greedy for the intensity they give me.
Grayson responds by tightening his hold, his movements growing more forceful, more insistent. “You want more, sweetheart? You can take it?” His hot breath skates across my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Y-yes…please,” I manage, my voice a tremble of need.
Conrad matches Grayson’s urgency, his hands tracing fiery paths along my skin. “We’ve got you, Brielle. We’re going to take care of you.”
Their synchronized thrusting becomes relentless, a storm of passion that threatens to sweep us all away. My body is a vessel for their desire, flexing and yielding under their command. Tension coils deep within me, winding tighter with each powerful drive. I’m close, so close to the edge, teetering on the brink of an abyss of ecstasy.
“Grayson, Conrad, I’m—” My breath hitches as the wave crests, ready to crash down.
“Let go, Brielle. Let us catch you,” Grayson murmurs, his pace unyielding.
And I do—I let go, tumbling into bliss as they bring me to the brink, their own cries joining mine in a chorus of release.
Heat coils inside me, a burning knot that’s ready to ignite. Grayson’s grip is iron on my waist, his rhythm relentless. I’m on fire, every nerve ending screaming for release.
“Grayson!” My voice is a breathless whimper, desire cresting within me.
He grunts, a sound of pure male satisfaction as he finds his own peak. He reaches it with a shudder that rocks through all three of us, his hot release filling me. It’s the spark that ignites the powder keg inside me.
I cry out, the world narrowing to this blinding burst of pleasure. My second orgasm ripples through me, wave after potent wave, and I’m floating, lost in a sea of sensation.
“Conrad,” I pant, and he groans, his movements growing erratic.
“Almost there.” Conrad’s voice is tight, strained. His hands roam my body, possessive and demanding, pushing me higher even as I’m still coming down.
Then he stiffens, his own climax overtaking him. He buries himself deep as he comes, joining our chorus of ecstasy.
We’re a tangle of limbs and ragged breaths, a perfect storm of pleasure that leaves us all gasping, spent, and utterly satisfied. We find release together, a trio bound by desire, each of us catching the others as we fall back to earth.
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