It’s like his cock is magnetized to the spot that feels the best, and it hits it dead on every time he slams into me. My head is full of nothing but the buzz of pleasure, and every part of my body is on fire with it.
Everett’s size and intensity are almost overwhelming, dragging me under with every thrust. I can feel him, stretching my walls, stuffing me so full there’s no room for anything else, and nothing I can do but feel this. I find myself craving the edge of roughness that he provides, and it stokes the flames inside me, building them up higher, leaving me gasping and moaning for more.
“That’s it,” he groans. His breath is hot on my neck, and his fingers dig into my flesh so hard I’m sure there will be fingerprints left behind. “This is what you needed, isn’t it? Tell me.”
“Yes!” I practically wail. “It’s so fucking good. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
“Wouldn’t,” he grunts. “Wouldn’t stop. Not when you feel this fucking good. Soaking wet and so fucking tight around my cock. Just perfect. Like you were meant for this.”
He’s careful not to hurt me, but there’s a possession in his touch that makes me feel owned completely. He spanks my ass hard, the sound echoing in the bedroom, and I cry out from the sharp pleasure-pain of it. My pussy clenches around him desperately, and he hisses, rewarding me in his way by driving in even harder.
If it wasn’t for his body covering mine, and his cock keeping me pinned in place, I would have collapsed by now. As it is, my body is trembling, shaking from the force of his thrusts and the pleasure ripping through me.
I can barely breathe, and I can’t form words to tell him how good it feels. All that comes out of my mouth are desperate moans and whimpers, the sound climbing the harder and faster he fucks into me.
“Hold on to the headboard,” Everett says in my ear, and it takes long seconds for the words to make it through the mush of my brain to make sense.
He helps me shift enough to do what he says, and he has to hold me up while I wrap my hands around the wooden posts of the headboard. He tells me to hold on tight, and I do my best, breathing as his hips start thrusting faster, beating a staccato rhythm against my body.
Somewhere in there, I come again, body pulsing and spasming with it.
Everett groans as I clench around him again, and I can feel it when his cock starts to swell with his knot. Lincoln and Cash’s knots weren’t easy to take, but Everett’s cock is already a workout, and his knot just stretches me even wider.
I cry out from it, my head dipping, sweat and tears coating my face. He fills me up, pumping his cum into me and locking us together.
I think I lose time after that. I’m aware of us stuck like that, and I’m aware of hands on me, smoothing my hair back from mysweaty forehead and stroking over my skin. I can hear voices, low and soothing, but I can’t make out any words.
It’s not until Everett’s knot starts to go down that I come back to myself, breathing hard still, my body trembling from everything.
The stretch eases up, and I shift in place, only to feel fingers probing at my ass again. This time, they’re even more coated in my slick, and they breach that ring of muscle easier. Everett fucks two fingers into my ass, and that combined with the feeling of still being full is like an electric pulse through my body.
I don’t even know how I still have the energy to come, but I do, the pleasure wrung out of me as I struggle to remember how to breathe.
It’s good that Everett is still there, holding on to me. Having his hands on me, his body pressed to mine is grounding, and it keeps me from losing myself even more than I already have. He reaches around and grabs my chin, turning my head so that I can see Cash and Lincoln, standing beside the bed now.
“Look at them,” he murmurs in my ear. “Look at what seeing you like this is doing to them.”
I don’t have to ask what he means.
They’re both hard again, cocks jutting out, flushed and ready again.
“Do you want them?” Everett asks.
I nod because there’s no point in pretending otherwise.
“Do you want both of them?”
“Yes. Yes, I want them both.”
“Good. There’s a way you can have them both.”
The tension in the room sharpens, Lincoln and Cash just as affected by Everett’s words as I am. I shiver at the thought of it, pussy throbbing again.
“Do you want that?” he asks, checking in for real this time. “Both of them at the same time, filling you up? Stuffing both your holes until you’re so full you’re bursting with it?”
The thought of taking both of them makes my heart race even faster, and I can admit to myself that it’s daunting. I’ve never done anything like that before, but this whole experience is so far out of my usual comfort zone that it may as well be happening to someone else. So it’s not like it’ll be the only new thing I do tonight.
And I’m so hungry for it. I can’t deny that. Just thinking about it, replaying Everett’s words in my head makes me wetter, my body making the decision before my brain can throw up any walls.