A Double Dose of Billionaire - Part 1

His co**ck fought the flesh inside of me, stretching and tearing it apart. I breathed through sharp rugged breaths, trying to keep the pain under control.

He nibbled my collarbone. "Fuck, you're so tight there."

No man had ever explored me this way. "Please," I whimpered. "It's odd getting touched like this."

"But you like it."

"No, not at all."

Even past the searing pain, there were nuances of pleasure. My pus**sy got even wetter as he pushed himself deeper. Soon, his member was completely buried in me, throbbing and getting harder.

Riley was kissing me, slipping his mouth into mine and rolling his tongue around lazily. I gripped my fingers over his arm, nervous and using him for support.

Ryan brushed my nipple with the tip of his thumb. "I'm going to move now."

"It hurts, Ryan."

"I know, princess, I know. Bear with me." He began to move, the friction tightening my walls. It was a strange sensation, different from what getting f**ked in the pus**sy felt like. Yet oddly enough, the pain started to morph into pleasure; a form of ecstasy that felt just as good.

A moan escaped my lips. "Ryan, you can go faster."

He grinned, amused that I was enjoying myself. He started to pick up the pace of his thrusting. Numbing sensations poured through me. My body writhed under his, and soon I found myself staring at Riley's erection.

"Don't neglect me, princess," he said.

I took him in willingly, perhaps even eagerly, and began sucking on him as hard as I could. I rolled my tongue under his co**ck as I bobbed my head around, tasting the pre**-cum seeping into my cavity.

He let out a groan and pressed my head onto his member, causing me to gag. "When did you get so good at this?" He started to thrust his co**ck into my mouth, rotating his hi**ps as he gripped the sides of my head.

I never knew that you could come from anal sex, but I did. The release came suddenly, like a tsunami of pleasure, pulsing, exploding, making my toes curl. "Oh, my God!" I screamed, holding onto Riley's arms as if my life depended on it.

"I'm coming, too," Ryan said, his voice strained. He pulled his member out and stroked it. White strings of sem**en shot out from its tip, landing on my belly.

Giddy and thoroughly f**ked, I lied there lazily for a while. "You should've warned me before trying to stick that thing up my as**s."

Ryan slapped my as**s at the same reddish spot. "It seemed fun. I wanted to give it a shot."

I cringed, not quite having recovered from that spanking.

"I want to set some boundaries," I said. "No spanking."

Riley raised a brow. "Really? None at all? You appeared to enjoy it a lot the first time I did it."

I sighed and conceded, feeling more open after hav**ing se**x. "Fine, a little spanking?"

They laughed together. "We knew you liked it," Riley said.

"Not too hard, though. Nothing like the kind Ryan does. It hurts like hell and my butt is still sore."

Ryan was putting his trousers back on. "You'll learn, pumpkin. You might not like it hard now, but you'll be begging for it in a month."

I stuck my tongue out at him. "Like hell I will."

He shook his head, grinning. "You will."

***

When I finally managed to escape their claws and walked out of the office, my colleagues looked at me in a strange way. They went hush and didn't say a thing—I wasn't sure if they kept quiet because today was my first day here, or because they all knew that I just f**ked two of their bosses.

Yeah, they definitely knew what happened.

I lowered my head, finding the floor more interesting than usual as I made my way to my desk. I sat down and began trying to continue where I left off with Riley's schedule.

I couldn't concentrate one bit.

How could I concentrate? I stood out like a sore thumb amongst judging, unfamiliar colleagues and had to manage an unstable and uncertain relationship with my bosses.

How did my life come to this? Before that horrible one night stand, my life sucked, but it sucked in a normal way. Now I had to deal with this mess, despite the amazing sex making up for it.

Could I never have a proper nine-to-five job ever again?

I banged my head on my desk—softly, so that nobody would hear my frustration.

I pinched the bridge of my nose and counted as I breathed, trying to calm myself down.

And why was it that even with all this trouble, confusion, and social problems, I felt happier than I ever had in my whole life?

A call from the CEO's office woke me up from my moment of self-questioning.

"Hello?"

I couldn't tell if it was Riley or Ryan without seeing them in person—they sounded too similar. "Meet us at the lobby after work. We'll pick you up."

"Aren't I following Tyrone back to my place?"