Page 121 of Doomed

Relief and renewed lust wash over her features as we increase our pace. I can feel Jenson’s cock through the thin wall separating us, the sensation driving me wild. We’re perfectly synchronized now, one of us pushing in while the other pulls back, keeping Bianca constantly filled.

“I’m so close,” she moans, her inner walls clenching around me. “Please, please let me come with both of you inside me.”

“Fuck, I can’t hold back much longer,” Jenson warns, his movements becoming erratic. “Your filthy girl has got me right on the edge.”

“Together,” I command, feeling my own release building. “Fill her up.”

Bianca’s back arches impossibly further as her orgasm hits. “I’m coming! Oh god, I can feel you both throbbing inside me!”

Her words trigger us both. Jenson curses violently as he empties himself into her ass while I flood her pussy with hot spurts of cum. The three of us shudder together, connected in this perfect moment of shared ecstasy.

“That’s it,” I praise. “Take every fucking drop.”

I stroke Bianca’s face as she rests against Jenson’s chest, trembling from the force of her orgasm. Her hair is a tangled mess, her skin flushed and glistening with sweat in the dim light.

“Fucking perfect,” I murmur, watching her chest heave as she struggles to catch her breath. “Look at you taking both of us like you were made for it. My filthy little princess.”

Jenson’s hands grip her hips as he holds her against him. His eyes meet mine over her shoulder, a mix of satisfaction and awe in his expression.

“You’re a lucky bastard, Knox,” he says. “Never seen a woman take dick like this. She’s fucking incredible.”

I smirk, pride swelling in my chest. “I know exactly what I’ve got.” I run my hand possessively over her breasts, feeling her shiver under my touch. “And she knows exactly who she belongs to.”

I slowly pull out of her pussy, watching my cum start to leak from between her swollen lips. The sight makes my cock twitch despite having just emptied myself inside her.

“Pull out,” I tell Jenson, moving back slightly. “I want to see what a mess we’ve made of her.”

Jenson carefully lifts Bianca’s hips, sliding out of her ass with a groan. She whimpers at the sudden loss.

“Fuck, look at that,” I breathe, taking in the sight of her thoroughly used holes. Jenson’s cum immediately starts to drip from her ass. “Her ass is dripping with your load.”

I reach out, running my fingers through the mixture of cum seeping from both her holes, spreading it across her sensitive flesh. Bianca moans weakly, jerking at my touch.

“What a filthy, beautiful mess,” I say, admiring our handiwork. “Bred in both holes and always ready for me, aren’t you, princess?”

I run my hands over Bianca’s body, admiring the mess we’ve made of her. As much as I’d enjoy watching Jenson go another round with my girl, reality creeps in.

“Time to get you home, princess,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “You’ve had enough excitement for one night.”

Bianca’s eyes remain glazed with pleasure. She’s completely pliant as I carefully lift her off Jenson, cum trailing down her thighs. I pull her dress back down to cover her, though the fabric is beyond salvaging at this point.

“Jenson, appreciate you joining us,” I say, supporting Bianca against my chest. “She needed this tonight.”

He tucks himself away, zipping up with a satisfied sigh. “Fuck, man. Thank you for sharing her. That was...” He shakes his head, words failing him.

“I know,” I respond with a smirk, feeling Bianca nuzzle against my chest.

Jenson extends his hand, which I take, pulling him in for a one-armed hug.

“We should head out,” I tell him, gathering Bianca securely in my arms. “Time to get my princess home.”

Jenson nods, collecting the blanket from the pallets. “Drive safe, Brother.”

I carry Bianca to my motorcycle; her arms looped around my neck. “Can you hold onto me, princess? Need you alert enough for the ride home.”

“Of course,” she murmurs, “That was so fucking hot.” I settle her onto the back of my bike, making sure she’s secure before mounting in front of her.

“Arms around me tight,” I instruct, feeling her press against my back. “That’s my good girl.”