“Pull out of her, brother. I’m gonna use her pussy to wet my dick so that I can ease into her tight ass.”
Cass lifts me up, and I whimper at the loss of his cock. But it’s quickly replaced by Axel’s. I moan loudly as the piercing on the tip brushes between my folds, all the way up to my clit before he pulls back to my entrance and thrusts in.
“Damn it,” he groans, stilling when he’s completely seated inside me. “So fucking tight.”
“Axel,” I moan his name as he thrusts into me a few times before pulling out and Cass takes his place again.
“Ready?” he asks as he places the tip of his dick at my back door. I feel him start to push in, and a panicked feeling consumes me.
“Wait!” I shout, my breath coming in quick pants. They both pause, none of us moving. I look at Cass with fear in my eyes, and his face contours in concern.
“What’s wrong? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, Harlow. You’re in control. You arealwaysin control. Say the word and we're done.”
“It’s... it’s not that,” I say, my voice shaky as I swallow. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, hating how weak I feel right now. I know they don’t see me as anything less. Queenie is there, asking if I want her to take over. I tell her no and open my eyes.
“What’s wrong, baby?” Axel asks, leaving soft kisses on my back.
“I want this. I do. But... I haven’t had anyone back there since...” I look away, flashes of the past, of being locked in that hellhole and the guards at the group home filter through my mind.
“Since you were taken from us,” Cass finishes for me.
“Yeah,” I say, looking back at him. “Surprisingly, those sick fuckers seemed to like to take my ass more than my pussy. They were never slow, never eased me into it. They took what they wanted and didn’t care about the damage they left behind. So, when I got out... I just... never wanted anyone to take me that way.”
“Another time, then,” Axel says, moving to step away. My arm snaps out, fingers locking around his arm and pulling him back to me.
“No, I want this. But... just... go slow, okay?”
“Are you sure?” he asks. There’s pain in his eyes at the idea of doing something that hurts me.
“I trust you.” I smile.
Moving back to where he was before, he starts to press into me, and it burns.
“You need to relax,” Axel soothes me, tilting my head to the side to kiss me.
Cass starts to give his cock little thrusts inside me as he plays with my clit. The pleasure distracts me from the pain. Cass takes my nipple into his mouth, and he starts to suck.
They both work together to fill me with so many different sensations that it doesn’t take long for the burn to turn to pleasure as he fully enters me.
“So fucking full,” I moan as I rest my head against Axel’s shoulder.
“Such a good girl, isn’t she, Cass?” Axel says, kissing the side of my head. “Taking both our cocks at once. Her body was made for us. For us to love, to worship, to please.” Axel pulls out a little before thrusting back in.
“So, so good,” Cass praises. Queenie would hate this. But me? The praise they’re giving me fills me with a thrill.
“Are you good now, baby? You gonna let me and my brother fuck you raw until your cumming so hard you see fucking stars? Until your voice is hoarse from screaming our names?”
“Yes,” I groan as they both start to move faster.
It takes them a minute to get a rhythm going, and it’s fucking torturous because going slow is not what I want. The fear is gone now, replaced with the need to be fucked senseless by these two.
“Fuck me,” I rasp as Cass circles my clit with his thumb, and Axel starts to pinch and pluck my nipples as he kisses my neck.
“That’s what I thought we were doing,” Axel says, and they both moan as I clench around them both.
“My grandma can fuck better than this,” I huff.
“Brat,” Axel growls, driving into me harder, making me gasp in pleasure as the movement takes my breath away.