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“No,” I whimper as pleasure rolls through me.

“Keep your body relaxed and focus on breathing,” he says.

“Fuck, I want to come. Please make me come,” I beg.

“You will get to come, baby, but we have to prepare your body to take us,” Collin says softly. “You’ll have us inside of you soon; just relax.”

I try to relax, and it takes me time, but I get there eventually. The pleasure is slow, growing but intense. I am rocking my hips, and the more relaxed I am, the deeper they push. As the orgasm starts to surface, Collin replaces his fingers with the head of his cock, but Gunner uses the head of his to rub my clit and keeps the same slow rhythm. He has a noticeable piercing, and it intensifies the feeling.

“You are so damn beautiful between us, Cass. How did we get so lucky?” Gunner asks softly. “You are almost there, baby. Fuck, you are so damn wet.”

“Oh God,” I whimper.

“Yes, baby? I’m right here,” Gunner says. “We are your gods now. You’ll pray to us and sacrifice yourself on your knees. Won’t you, pretty girl?”

“Yes,” I moan. “God, please.”

“Come for us, Cassidy,” Collin encourages.

Finally, my orgasm breaks free, and I groan deeply as he curls his fingers inside of me.

“There ya go. Good girl, Cass,” Gunner praises. “Doesn’t that feel good? Gentle. Soft. Slow?”

“Please,pleasefuck me,” I groan.

“The second my cock is buried inside this tight little cunt, you are ours. Understand? We are intense, but we will always honor your boundaries and safety.”

I push my hips back and groan as his massive cock stretches my ass. “Fuck,” I choke out. “That should be fucking illegal.”

“What. My cock?” Collin laughs and pulls the head of his cock out of me. “Ride his cock and get nice and relaxed, and then you can have my cock in your ass. Okay? That was just the head.”

“Just the head?!” I say, astonished that he could be so huge.

“Come here, Pebbles. Come sit on my cock,” Gunner says.

“You guys have got to stop calling me that,” I say as he helps me straddle his body. I have my hands on the bed so that I am in control of when I take him.

“Never,” Gunner says with a grin. I slowly settle down but gasp and try to move off him when I feel how big he is. “Stop, baby. Relax. You can take me.”

“Gunner,” I whine.

“You can do it, baby. Just go slow,” he says, pulling my face down to kiss me. I instantly melt and take more of him. I whimper against his lips as he stretches me. Each bar of his piercing is like blissful torture as it rubs against the inner walls of my pussy. When I have taken as much as I can, he grabs my hips and pulls out. I scream when he suddenly drives back into me.

“Fuck!” I cry out when he slams against my cervix. “Both. God, please. Both. Hard. Please,” I beg.

“Hold your breath,” Collin says. I take a deep breath, and he slams into my ass, forcing his cock deep. He has matching piercings, and it’s like heaven and hell have collided in my belly. They stop moving, and I am panting as I try to relax.

“Fuck, this hurts,” I whine and drop my head.

“Couldn’t fucking help yourselves, could you?” Oscar says from the doorway. I groan in complaint but ignore him.

“Yet you aren’t walking away,” Gunner grunts as he starts slowly fucking me. When Collin starts to move, I groan from deep in my chest and move up to my hands to feel less trapped. I can’t think straight as they start moving faster and pushing deeper.

“Fuck, that’s good,” I moan. Collin pulls me up and runs his hand up my shirt to wrap his hand around my throat, pinning me against his chest. They continue to alternate strokes as they quicken their movements, and I am lulled into a daze.

“Open your eyes, pretty girl. Look what you do to him,” Collin grunts. When I open my eyes, my gaze meets Oscar’s. The look on his face is far different than anything I’ve ever seen before. It’s like hunger, and I am the only thing that can satiate him. I feel frozen as they rail into me, and I can’t get over how he is watching me with such intensity. It makes me question every aspect of our relationship. He’s only two years older, and we’ve always been close. He’s always been my best friend, and eventhough I call him my brother, I know who I call my father is not my real father. I know my mother was not his real mother. Where is the societal line of what is considered inappropriate? Was it ever appropriate to be fucking Gunner and Collin? Does it even matter?

Oscar grunts as he steps closer. He is hesitant as he reaches out and gently cups my cheek. Collin moves his hands to my hips and starts fucking me harder and harder. Oscar watches me trying to contain myself, but I am whimpering and moaning as I look up at him. When he leans down and presses his lips against mine, all bets are off.