His hands massage and squeeze my boobs, his hot mouth sucks harder on my nipples, sending shocks to my core, and Riddick dips two finger deep inside me, fucking me roughly…and I’m coming with a startled cry, rocking on his fingers, swept away in a devastating wave of pleasure.
Coming back to earth, I find myself leaning back in Riddick’s arms. He’s chuckling quietly, and his cock prods me in the back, big and hot and hard.
“Back with us?” Ryan’s hands release my breasts. He grips his cock, gives it a few strokes. His green eyes are luminous, the pupils blown. “Ready for me?”
I am…I think. Even slumped in Riddick’s arms, my body thrumming, every muscle lax and heavy, I can’t stop a tiny niggle of worry at what I’m about to do.
After all, they really have big cocks, my two boyfriends. Big, thick and long, and all that hard flesh will soon be sinking inside me.
Swallowing, I nod, never taking my eyes off his cock. He strokes it some more, giving me a sexy half-smile, as if enjoying my appreciative if a little wary gaze.
Then he guides the tip between my legs, breaching me, pushing into me.
Leaning my head back on Riddick’s padded shoulder, my legs wide apart, I gasp as his cock fills me up slowly, inch by inch. It burns even though I’m so wet, and it feels huge inside me. I let out a strangled sound as he pushes deeper still, and he stops.
“Okay?” he asks, stroking my arm.
“Okay,” I manage. “God, please don’t stop.”
His smile goes crooked and his eyes flash with pleasure as he shoves his cock inside me the rest of the way to his balls.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, shocked that he fit inside me. He feels enormous, splitting me apart, and he feels amazing.
I can feel his pulse inside me. He shifts a little and I gasp out loud, my body clenching around his cock. It feels so frigging good.
“Come here,” he says, taking my hands and tugging. “Ride me, girl.”
Gingerly, I straighten, letting him pull me off Riddick, and cry out his name when his cock sinks an inch deeper, setting off fireworks inside me. He leans back, pulling me along, until I’m sitting astride, bent over him, my hypersensitive boobs brushing his chest.
“Shit.” His eyes flutter shut as he steadies me. His cock flexes inside my pussy, swelling more. “Whoa. Jeez.”
Monosyllables.
He’s doing better than me. When I open my mouth, all I can do is moan. My nipples graze his pecs as he rocks up into me, desperately, helplessly, and I plant my hands on his chest, careful not to press on his scar, struggling to swallow my cries.
It feels like it’s too much pleasure to be contained in one body, my body. I think I’ll shatter into pieces when I come.
And then Riddick’s hand smooths over my ass and his thick, long finger dips inside my asshole, slick with lubrication. It pushes inside, stroking, and I let out a broken wail at the feel of this second intrusion.
Flashes of myself riding him on my sofa go through my memory, of his finger pumping inside my ass as we both thought of Ryan and how we wished he’d be with us, closing the circle.
Here he is now, buried inside me, his beautiful face twisted with arousal, and Riddick pulls out his finger to replace it with his thick cock.
My eyes fly open at the feel of his cock head pushing into me. If Ryan’s cock felt huge pushing into my pussy, Riddick’s feels like a nuclear warhead breaching my ass.
I can’t… I can’t do this. I can’t take him. It’s too much. His cock is too big, I’m so full with Ryan’s already, I’m not going to make it…
I must have made a distressed sound, because Riddick stops pushing and starts kissing my shoulder, my neck, whispering soothing words I can barely hear. The sound of the blood rushing in my ears is deafening.
Slowly, my heartbeat returns to a more normal rate, and I wonder if that’s how Ryan always feels when his heart thumps like that. This sense of panic, like it’s going to give out.
“Let me inside, Bry,” Riddick whispers as my hearing returns. “Relax and let me in.”
And I do. Something in me settles down, calms down and gives in, letting him sink into me. We both shudder as his cock plunges deep into my ass, and my mouth opens in a silent cry at the overwhelming fullness. The perfection of it.
“Oh God, ohmygod, ohgod,” someone is chanting breathlessly.
I think it’s me.