Page 148 of Pucking Sweet

I nod, feeling sleepy and hazy and so warm and wet. “Mhmm… please.”

“Baby, all you have to do is ask,” Lukas says, smoothing his hand over my cheek for a third time. He gives me a slap hard enough to sting, and I cry out, squeezing my little toy once more.

“Take it out,” I pant. “God, Lukas, please. I want a cock. Take the toy out.”

He chuckles again, smoothing both hands over my ass as he reaches for the toy, pinching it between his fingers. “Take a deep breath and relax for me, okay?”

I nod, keeping my face pressed to the crook of my elbow. I wince, trying to relax as Lukas pulls the toy free. It leaves me feeling aching and empty. His weight leaves the bed, replaced quickly with Colton. He folds himself over me, his delicious, woodsy scent like a little slice of heaven as he wraps his hands around my hips, dipping one down to finger my clit.

“I’m gonna lube you up, then slide in. You tell me when to stop. We’ll take this slow, okay?”

“Okay.”

He kisses my shoulder. “Good girl.”

I gasp at the first wet press of his lubed fingers at my hole. “Mmph—keep going.”

His fingers penetrate, and I’m afraid I’ll bite a hole through my bottom lip. But under the strangeness and the vulnerability, it feels good. No stretching. No pain. Then he’s pulling out and both hands are on my hips. “You ready?”

I nod.

“Words, Poppy,” Lukas commands.

“Yes,” I say on a breath.

Colton gets himself in position. “Just take the tip and see how you feel.”

I brace myself for a feeling of being cut in half or cored like an apple, but it doesn’t come. Instead, it’s just deep, warm pressure. Igroan, fighting the urge to tremble and push him out as Colton slides in a little deeper.

“Fuck me, Pop. You’re so goddamn tight.”

My nerves spiral as I glance over my shoulder. “Is that—”

“It’s a good thing,” he says, moving his hips a little to work his dick in and out, stretching me, adding more lube.

“How does it feel?” Lukas asks.

“Like pressure,” I say on a breath. “So much pressure.”

“Do you want us to stop?”

“No, I want more,” I admit. “Colton, go deeper.” His hands tighten on my hips. I try to stay relaxed as he sinks in a little more. “Oh god—okay, stop,” I pant.

“Good girl,” Lukas says coming around the bed. He tips my chin up, stealing a kiss. “Tell us what feels good. We can’t know what you’re feeling. Read your own body, baby.”

I nod. “More. Col, keep going.”

Colton takes his time, thrusting slowly, letting me take more and more of his cock. By the time he’s all the way in, his hips pressed against my ass, I’m on the verge of another orgasm. “Please,” I whimper. “Please, let me come again. I have to feel it—feel you so deep—”

Colton wraps his hand around me, teasing my clit as he rocks into me, his deep groaning telling me how much he likes what he feels. Heat and pressure fill me. It’s like a stone weight sits in my gut as he thrusts, his movements slow and deliberate.

“Oh—right there,” I cry, pushing up on my hands.

“Fuck,” he growls, rutting a little faster. “Poppy, I’m gonna—”

“Don’t come,” I shout. “God—Lukas, I need you too. Wanna feel you both.”

Colton groans. “Nov, get on the bed.”