Double Daddy Trouble

“You’re so ready. So wet. Fuck me, baby,” he commanded.

I let go. I let everything go. All the things tha

t held me back. The good society girl. The perfect model. The owner. The boss. The fiancée. I pushed myself down over Isaac’s cock, crying out as the pain sliced through me, twisting and burning my rosebud. But fuck, it felt fantastic.

“Oh shit. Fuck.” I grabbed onto Dylan’s solid shoulders, clawing at him for balance. Digging into his skin for dear life.

Isaac, who was always in control, always in command of his emotions, his body—that Isaac, lost it.

He started driving into me. I jerked with the blinding white pain until it turned to complete ecstasy. It was like a beautiful soothing light spreading warmth and rapture from his cock, pulsing inside me.

Dylan groaned. “Fuck me.”

He nestled his cock at my entrance, waiting until I bounced up from Isaac before slamming into me.

“Oh shit!” I clutched him, my nails pressing deeper. I knew there would be claw marks in the morning.

He pulled out just as I slid onto Isaac.

Again.

I rose up, rocking my hips forward and Dylan pumped into me.

“Fuck,” I cried.

He gripped my ass, letting go in time for Isaac to slice into my newly christened asshole.

Again.

Up and down. Fucked and pumped. Sliced and filled.

My tits bounced wildly. My hair flew around my shoulders. Their hands were everywhere owning my body. Touching. Tugging. Twisting. I’d never felt so full. So adored. So sexual. So whole. As if this was the most pure state my body could exist in.

“You’re fucking amazing,” Dylan growled.

My lips parted. I wanted to speak. I wanted to tell them I loved every touch. Every river of sensation flooding me. But I was drowning in them. Carried off the bed, hovering over them as if I had wings. My thighs tingled. My toes were almost numb. It was as if every part of me glimmered with desire for them. For what they were making me feel.

My body soared and dipped with surges so intense I felt like I was flying, crashing and gliding between them. Taking off and landing with each thrust. With each jolt of cock heaven.

I started to twitch and tingle. My core fired warning signs. I couldn’t hold off anymore. I had to come. How could I make it last? How could I stay here, tangled between them? Watching the sweat glisten on their skin? Listening to their ragged breaths in my ear, calling my name?

Isaac slid into my ass as I whimpered, stretching my tender rosebud. My release was coming hard. I tried to hold on to him. Tried to keep him there, but as soon as I did, he offered me up to Dylan, who was pushing my pussy walls with his generous cock. I collapsed around him, desperate for the orgasm to land, but neither would let me.

“Fuck us both, baby,” Isaac commanded. “Don’t fight it. Come on both of us. Come harder than you’ve ever come.”

“No,” I cried. “I don’t want it to stop. Please don’t stop.”

My head rolled to the side. I shook and convulsed. They filled and spread me. Each making his home inside me, rooting and melting our bodies into one.

“You’re going to come,” Isaac growled. “We told you to come. Give in to us, Vanessa.”

“Oh shit. Dylan! Isaac!” I screamed as I started to unravel. They were too much for me to resist.

They raced faster to make me climax. Pumping with urgent fever. I’d never forget this. I’d never recover from how delicious my body felt with both of them inside me.

“Come for us. Fucking come hard,” Dylan grabbed my face, devouring my lips. His kiss blistering.

I gave them everything I had, releasing my body to them. I handed them everything. My body was theirs. I poured my soul into them. I surrendered, submitting to what we had found in each other.