Keeley #4
Spencer brushed his lubed-up finger against my pucker, and I pushed back.
He didn’t leave me hanging, sliding the tip of his finger in.
The stretch was unfamiliar and a little disconcerting, but there was no pain.
He pushed in deeper, and I groaned. He swiped his tongue at the point where I was stretched around him, and every nerve ending crackled.
I wanted to keep him there. I needed more. But Spencer was doing things his way. He pulled all the way out, and I whimpered. Over and over, he repeated the move, my rim stretching around his finger.
I gasped, “More.”
Spencer added another finger, then another. The stretch burned at first, quickly morphing into a tease. It was a taste of what was to come. I was riding them, alternating between pushing back on Spencer’s fingers and grinding on Brayden's cock.
The tingling at the base of my spine was different this time.
Waves of heat rushed over me, a banked fire that had roared to life.
I was in sensation overload, teetering on the edge.
I arched up, and Brayden flicked his tongue over my nipple, then latched on and sucked.
I shattered in their arms, crying out and riding the waves of ecstasy that crested and crashed over me.
“Bray, get inside our lady,” Spencer ordered, and I cried out in relief as Spencer positioned Brayden’s steely dick at my entrance so his husband could drive up into me.
“Darlin’?” he checked in.
“Please,” I begged.
In one swift move, he thrust into me, and I cried out, my orgasm renewing itself now that I was impaled on his thick-as-hell cock. My pussy tightened, and my body didn’t know which way to move. I was so full.
Then they were pulling out of me, and I was too empty. I whimpered and then I felt it—Brayden's cock at my pussy and Spencer's dick at my ass.
“Keels, you okay, babe?”
“Yes. God, yes,” I pleaded.
Brayden waited for Spencer to move. He pushed in slowly, allowing the ring of muscle to stretch around his cock. It burned, and I cried out, pain mingling with need. Spencer paused and petted my sides. “Relax, Keels. Breathe.”
Brayden tugged me closer, wrapping his arms tightly around me and kissing me until I was breathless. I melted into him, and Spencer hummed. “That’s it, gorgeous.”
He inched forward until my muscles went lax, and his cockhead pushed through my resistance.
“Oh God,” I breathed.
“Okay?” he asked, his voice strained with restraint.
“More,” I demanded.
Spencer slid in another inch and paused. But I was beyond that point. I pushed back on him, impaling myself on his cock until his hips met my ass and I was stuffed full.
He breathed heavily and fell forward, connecting our bodies from our knees to shoulders. He pressed his lips against my shoulder as Brayden licked a path down my throat. He was completely still except for his fingers on my hip, gripping my fat roll tightly.
“Fuuuck,” he breathed. “Fair dinkum, you have the tightest ass I’ve ever been in.”
“Can’t wait to feel her around my cock too.”
“Need you both,” I begged.
Spencer sucked in a breath and pulled out to his cockhead as Brayden slid inside me. I choked out a cry and arched into him, my nipples abrading against his rock-solid chest.
They moved in counterpoint with slow and deep thrusts, driving me to the edge with every passing second.
My breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded, my pulse hammering so loudly, I would have been surprised if they couldn’t hear it.
I drew my knees up and pushed down, needing everything all at once.
Their hands tightened on my hips, and they lost some of the iron-clad control they were holding onto. Their timing faltered, both driving up into me at once, hard and deep.
I screamed, shattering in their arms. My pussy clenched, my ass gripping Spencer’s cock so tightly, I saw stars.
They fucked me through my orgasm, renewing it every time it started to flag.
They didn’t give me a chance to catch my breath, never slowing.
They didn’t ease up either. I was dizzy with lust, every nerve ending alight.
Brayden did a half crunch, and his ab muscles contracted under me.
My clit rubbed against it as he pumped his hips.
When his mouth closed around my nipple, I was gone.
I shattered again and dragged them with me.
Their cocks pulsed and their moans and shouts vibrated through me.
The hot splashes of their cum painted my walls, my whole body throbbing in time to the pulses. My nerve endings were electrified.
My arms gave out, and I collapsed on Brayden. Their lips on me were soothing while I floated in a post-orgasmic haze, their softening cocks still buried inside me.
Spencer collapsed to the side, dragging me with him, and we laid there, our limbs tangled and their cum leaking from me. Brayden’s cock twitched, and I sighed. “Give me a few minutes. Not ready for another round just yet.”
“Maybe next time, you can fuck me,” he teased.
I opened my eyes and saw his cheeky grin firmly in place. “Yeah?” He nodded his response, and I added, “Okay. Next time. Now shush. We need some sleep.”
Brayden hummed, and Spencer pressed another kiss to my shoulder. “Good boy,” I murmured, sleep already taking me.