Garrison’s smile made her feel like she’d just walked out into the sun, as if she’d warmed from it. “Brave girl,” he said before leaning in and pressing a kiss to her forehead. He grabbed a small bottle from the nightstand and tossed it behind her—no doubt to Trent.
She shifted, wanting the friction of Connor’s cock back, but he set both hands on her waist and held her still. “Relax, darlin’, and keep still. Let Trent work.”
Work.That word sure held a lot of connotations.
Trent chuckled a moment before something wet and cool touched her. Almost immediately, he smeared the lube with his fingers before pressing against her ass.
Sunny tensed. She couldn’t help it. An immediate expectation of pain hit her, taking her back to trying it before and to how horribly it had gone.
“Breathe,” Garrison said. “He’ll go slow.”
She tried to relax, to tell herself that she’d wanted this, but it was hard to convince her body of that. Still, Trent went slow, was careful, and before long her muscles started to unknit. Sure enough, the pressure mounted and eventually Trent’s finger slid past the tight muscles there.
It felt…weird? Not good, she didn’t think, but not bad either. She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against Connor’s chest.
Garrison stroke his fingers through her hair. “You’re doing so well, sweet. And as soon as Trent gets you ready? We’ll get to take you all at once, fill every hole you have. I’ve got no doubt you’ll love that.”
Trent let out a groan from behind her, as if the sight of him fingering her ass was the best thing he’d ever seen. “You are so tight, you know that? Fuck, I can just imagine how you’ll squeeze around me. And you may not realize it, but you’re enjoying this.”
She wanted to snap at him, to tell him he was an idiot. She was pretty sure she’d know if she liked it or not.
“He’s right,” Connor added before she could. “Your sweet little cunt keeps squeezing down on my dick the same way you do when you’re close, when you’re wanting to come. Your head might get in the way, but your body knows exactly what it thinks.”
That forced her to take a breath andfeel. Damn it, they were right. Her pussy kept pulsing, and the more Trent sank into her, the more he teased her ass, the more her body responded.
Not that he let her get used to it. Once he’d pressed his finger in far enough that his knuckles touched her, he pulled back and pressed two into her. The deeper he went, the more she wanted. Before she knew it, Connor gripped her waist tightly because she was desperate to move, to feel Connor’s cock and Trent’s fingers take her.
Everything melted together, the sensations, the wants. Garrison had taken a seat on the side of the bed, his hand around his cock. He stroked it, his predatory gaze taking in her position, how helpless she was. His words came back to her, and she had no doubt what his plan was.
She pictured how it would feel to be so taken over, to feel Connor deep in her cunt, Trent fucking her ass and Garrison’s cock between her lips. It was so far beyond anything she’d done before, anything she’d have thought she wanted, and yet she nearly panted at the idea.
“You’re ready,” Trent said as he pulled his fingers from her. It left a terrible void inside her, and she complained with a broken whine. He only laughed and set one hand on her ass, spreading her open, before the cool tip of his cock pressed against her.
The sting would have terrified her before, but she was too far gone to care. It twisted inside her the same way it did when Trent had spanked her, when he put the clamps on her nipples, and turned to intense pleasure. His cock stretched her, and she dug her nails into Connor’s shoulders as she endured it, as she fought between wanting him to stop and begging him to go deeper, to give her more.
Even better were the almost identical groans from Connor and Trent, as if her body had never given them more pleasure.
She panted, little sounds escaping her throat as she took Trent’s long cock, as she accepted every inch of him until his pelvis pressed against her, until she had taken him all.
“What a good girl,” Garrison said, tension in even his voice, his hand moving quickly. “What do you think?”
The idea of talking right then seemed impossible, yet her lips moved on their own. Her brain had shut off somehow, and her mouth seemed to work on its own. “I need more.”
More?Her own words baffled her, because she was pretty sure there wasn’t anything else she could take.
Garrison only laughed, that deep rumble that reached inside her and excited her, before he rose and shifted, bringing his cock to her lips.
Yes.He’d known what she’d wanted even if she hadn’t. She parted her lips, let him sink his cock into the heat of her mouth, gave herself over to them all, to whatever they wanted.
That was when Trent chose to move, to retreat and thrust forward again. He didn’t go far but he didn’t need to—the stroke of his cock against her sensitive ass was more than enough to throw her body into chaos.
He didn’t stop, though. He kept going, retreating only about a third of the way before thrusting back in, a constant swell of sensation that she couldn’t ignore or control. Garrison did the same to her mouth, fucking into it while he grasped the base of his cock, like some extension so his entire shaft was teased.
Connor lifted his hips from the bed, but because of how he held her still, he couldn’t thrust much. It was still more than enough.
Each feeling fought with the others, and she understood what Garrison had meant, how he’d said she’d be entirely filled.
It wasn’t just physically, though that was true as well. It was so much deeper. Before she’d taken them one after another, or perhaps two at a time, but now? Now there were hands everywhere, their sounds of masculine pleasure, their hard cocks. They had seemed to reach inside her and fill all the space, the hollow areas where she’d felt emptied out by fear and pain.