Pulling down his zipper, my fingers fumble at the button, until he swats me away. Ripping it open impatiently, he pulls his pants down just enough, and his long, thick cock springs free.
Rubbing the smooth, rosy head up and down the wet slit of my sex, his lips leave mine, cascading down my neck. Jason buries himself inside of me with one, long stroke. It takes my breath away, as he stretches me wide, thrusting into my wetness again and again.
My nails dig into his back, as he drives into me hard, increasing his pace. He lifts my leg over his hip, granting him more access. My body accepts him deeper, inch after inch, his engorged cock hitting all the right places.
His breathing becomes labored as he pounds into me, a strangled whimper escaping my wide opened mouth. Grabbing my jaw, he turns my head to the side, where I spot Ghost standing in the doorway.
Staring straight at me. Watching us.
Jason reaches down between my legs, rubbing his thumb over my clit in slow, torturous circles. My legs start shaking, before tightly locking around his waist. Sneaking his arm under my back, he flips us over until I’m straddling him.
Ghost climbs onto the bed behind me, gripping the back of my neck and pushing me forward, lifting my ass higher.
“I want you,” I tell him. “I want you both.”
“I know, baby,” he grunts, lubing my back entrance with cold, gel. “We’ll take care of you. Deep breaths.”
Inhaling a small breath, my eyes close, as I begin to ride Jason. Slow, steady movements, as Ghost eases his fingers into my ass. Stretching me, working me, curling his fingers in just the right spot before removing them altogether.
The tip of his cock circles over my back entrance, while Jason is nuzzled in my cunt. Taking his time, Ghost eases into my ass, and it feels as if I’m being split in half. Inch, by inch, he sinks into me further, until he’s buried to the hilt.
Ghost and Jason both fill me, at once, and I’m already there.
Pressing my face into Jason’s shoulder, he secures his arms around my waist, lifting his hips to pound into me. Ghost sinks into my ass repeatedly, firmly smacking my cheeks with each thrust. I have never felt anything this powerful, and I have never felt so consumed.
My orgasm bursts through me, overtaking my entire body, wave after wave.
“There’s no escape, baby,” Ghost says, slamming into my ass, over and over.
“You fell into our trap,” Jason groans beside my ear, grazing his teeth on my shoulder. “We’re never letting you go.”
“Scream for us,” Ghost commands.
“Oh, yes,” I whimper, convulsing against their solid bodies, screaming. “Oh, God, yes!”
“Your tight little ass feels so good around my cock,” Ghost grunts, plunging deeper.
Harder.
Faster.
“Choke me,” I moan out, pleading.
“She’s a good girl,” Jason praises, wrapping his fingers around my throat, applying just enough pressure to make me see tiny, spots of white light. “Aren’t you?”
“Such a good fucking girl,” Ghost groans, his breathing shallow as he thrusts into my ass ruthlessly, tugging hard on my hair. “Fuck. So tight. You’re doing such a good job taking us.”
“Yes, baby,” Jason grunts, bucking his hips from the mattress faster, drilling into me. “I’m going to fill you up.”
He tightens his hold on my throat, and another orgasm rips through me. Riding out this everlasting euphoria, I’m suddenly seeing stars through my eyelids. The pressure on my neck, cutting off my air supply, only seems to make me climax even harder. Milking them dry, they both fill me with their cum.
Just as I’m about to fade away, Jason takes my face between his hands, bringing me back. My eyes flutter open, and his eyes are like daggers, piercing through me.
“You good?” he questions, caressing my cheekbone with his thumb.
“Yes,” I whisper, my voice hoarse. “Better than good.”
They both pull out of me, and their cum drips down my inner thighs. As I roll over and lay on my back between them, my breathing hitches.
Ghost stands, completely naked, and absolutely covered in tattoos. He grabs a folded towel from the corner of the room and wipes me dry, cleaning up the mess they made between my legs. Tossing it onto the hardwood floor, he pulls on his pants, until he becomes still.
Completely motionless.
And within seconds, I finally realize what he’s staring down at.
The healed scars on my wrists.
Chapter 7
Quickly sitting upright, I rush to my feet. Fastening the buttons of my bodysuit, an eerie silence takes over the room. When I turn to face them, they’re gaping at me.