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Just when I think I can’t take it anymore, they pull out at the same time. I collapse against the sofa, panting, dripping from both ends. I only have time to drag my forearm across my mouth and chin before Ranger takes Arden’s place so I can suck him this time.

And when I feel Arden’s hands run down the length of my back, I know he’s taking his turn, too. He’s a little thicker than Ranger but not quite as long, so the sensation is different. I can feel him rubbing against the butt plug every time he moves inside me, and it feels so good I could cry.

“Look at you,” Ranger grunts between deep thrusts into my waiting mouth. “Getting spit-roasted like the slut you are. I bet you like this, don’t you? I bet you want to come. Do you want to come all over his cock?”

“Mm-hmm,” I manage.

He pulls back until he leaves my mouth. Taking himself in one hand, he slaps his dick against my cheek—one side, then the other, back and forth. “What was that?”

“Yes!” And I’m so close, too, the pressure from the butt plug and the friction from Arden’s thrusts pushing me closer until I want to scream. “I’m going to come!”

But I can’t because Arden leaves me hanging by pulling out. When I try to look over my shoulder, Ranger holds my head in place with an iron grip. “Remember. We decide when that happens.” He fills my mouth again, laughing as I struggle to catch my breath.

Arden, meanwhile, rotates the butt plug. I lift my ass, silently encouraging him. “I wonder how many times we could bring you to the edge,” he muses before reaching down to stroke my clit. It’s like heaven, the sensory overload.

But it stops again, and so does Ranger. He withdraws from my mouth but is quickly replaced by Arden, who takes a handful of my hair and pulls my head back. “You’re going to suck me until I come in your mouth. Understood?”

“Yes,” I reply with something that sounds like a moan.

“And you’re going to swallow every drop.”

“Yes.” He holds himself in front of me, and I plunge my head down, taking him inside, rubbing my tongue along the underside of his shaft.

“Fuck, yeah, that’s good. Suck that cock.” He wraps my hair around his fist, tugging until I’m at the edge of pain and pleasure.

“You ready for me?” Ranger asks, not waiting for an answer before filling me again. Now he takes me harder, pounding me, pounding against the butt plug, too. I’m so close again, ready to explode, lost in sensation, the heat building and growing in my core.

And he feels it, too. “You getting ready to come again?” he grunts, his fingers digging into my flesh until I know there will be bruises. I want them. I crave them, crave the idea of him marking me. Hurting me. Even now, too blissed out to think straight, that thought rings clear.

“What do you think?” he asks Arden. “Do we let her come?”

“If she swallows every drop like a good girl,” Arden grunts. He’s thrusting faster, harder, losing his rhythm. “Get ready. Here it comes.”

He plunges in one last time, hitting the back of my throat a split second before he fills it. I don’t waste time, gulping down one blast after another before it can hit my tongue or spill out. He holds my head in place, still buried deep. “Good girl.”

“You satisfied?” Ranger asks him, still taking me hard, bringing me so close to the edge I’m about to scream with or without Arden in my mouth.

“Fuck yeah.” He pulls out and runs a thumb over my mouth.

My walls tighten around Ranger until he hisses. “So tight… so close…” He rocks me forward with every thrust, but Arden is there, stroking my hair and running his hands over my shoulders and back.

“Be a good girl and come for us,” he whispers close to my ear. “Let me hear you scream. Show us how good it feels to be used.”

Oh, god, I would even if he didn’t want me to. There’s no holding back. The heat and the tension build until there’s nothing for me to do but scream, to let it out before I fall apart. I throw my head back, and my broken cry fills the air until my voice breaks, and there’s nothing to do but shudder as wave after wave crashes over me, pulling me under to where there’s no light, no sound. Only bliss.

I barely even register when Ranger comes, pulling out and splashing across my ass. I lean back against him, and he keeps me from slumping forward. This time, he’s gentler, more caring. “Just breathe,” he murmurs. I do, each breath mixed with a broken moan as I process everything still racing through my body.

“We might have taken that a little too far. I’m sorry.” Somewhere, I register Arden spreading a towel over the sofa. I sink gratefully against it, my limbs loose and watery, my heart still pounding.

“I’m going to take this out.” I feel fingers at my back entrance and can only nod in understanding before the plug comes free. “I would’ve done it while I was back there, but I don’t think you could have handled it.” I see his point. I don’t know that I could’ve handled one more part of me being stimulated.

Slowly, I come back down to reality. Ranger is gentle—careful as he wipes me clean. Arden brings me a bottle of water, and I take it gratefully, gulping it down to soothe my dry throat.

“Are you all right?” He leans down, brushing hair away from my temple.

I nod and try to smile, but I’m so tired now. “I’m fine. Did I… do okay?”

He grins, and he should do it more often. “You did better than okay.” He exchanges a glance with Ranger, who’s also grinning. “You did just fine.”


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