Page 138 of Cruel Pleasures

Ryu thrusts into me, holding my thighs far apart. He’s proficient and skillful like with everything else he does. He fucks me as if he’s mastered the art even after only knowing each other for a short time.

As his dick hits my sweet spots, I’m convinced he has. He’s that naturally gifted.

I arch up from the pillows and move my hips in whatever way I can, tuned into him and his every motion.

It’s deja vu, a callback to earlier when we’d laid in this exact spot and gone wild.

His fingers join his efforts. They come between us and rub my clit. As if I could possibly be stimulated any more. I thrash and breathe hard and feel myself spiral down the black hole that’s pleasure.

Endless and bottomless when with two men like Archer and Ryu.

Ryu comes in for a hot kiss on the lips, his hips pumping away. “Ready for more?”

“Oooh…” I moan out, swollen and sore. “Yes… yes… yes.”

I’m almost clueless as to what I’m saying yes to ’til the scene once again changes.

“I have an idea,” Ryu says.

He slips out of me, then grabs both of my arms to pull me up with him. I’m picked up into his arms and my instincts come into play. I wrap my limbs around him as he lowers me back onto his dick.

He’s about to fuck me standing up.

But a second later, I understand why.

Archer’s approached from behind, his erection massive.

“Come on, minx, hold on.” He kisses the side of my neck and I shudder as I obey.

Suddenly, I’m wedged between them. Ryu’s deep in my pussy and Archer’s lining himself up with my rear hole.

The two men being almost the same height and size makes the set up noticeably easier.

The head breaches me and I cling tighter to Ryu.

He kisses me on the mouth. He shushes me and strokes my cheek and squeezes my hip. Reassurances that I can do this. I can take them both at the same time.

I’m still not so sure. My pussy quivers around his dick. My insides feel knotted and tense. Air’s run short and I can’t get a good breath in.

Archer eases the first inch inside and the stretch overwhelms.

“No,” I groan. “Oh… no… it’s… it’s…”

Words fail me. Thoughts do too.

All I can do is feel. Feel how stretched I am and how full I’ve become. As Archer enters me and Ryu remains buried deep, I lose any agency over what the rest of my body does—I’m dripping beads of sweat and my body convulses.

Toes curl. Eyes screw shut. A lightheadedness washes over me.

It’s too much. Too much. TOO MUCH.

I’m shaking, inside and out. I’m on the verge of crying out the safe word, so unbearably full, so beyond overstimulated by the feel of two cocks at once.

Archer’s sheathed inside me now, his teeth gnashed together. He’s holding himself off, refraining from thrusting away like his urges call for. He strokes my damp back and presses a kiss to the tip of my shoulder.

“How does it feel, minx?” he grits out. “Did you know you’re still so fucking unbearably tight?”

A strained sound warbles out of me. I’m still clinging to Ryu, trying to adjust. I’m trying to accept how impossibly full I feel impaled by the both of them. Archer snug in my rear and Ryu rooted deep in my pussy.