His nostrils flare, a serious nearly unwound look overtakes his face at my admission. It’s true, though; I want these two men, not anyone else. Saint’s hands move to my breasts as he adjusts to the side again, his cock grazing my ass cheek and Sinner’s fingers leave me. The sudden lack of attention has me moving to squeeze my legs closed.
Sinner grins with amusement, watching me seek out more pleasure. “Oh no, sweetheart, I’ll give you just what you want,” he promises and sinks me down over his thick girth.
The breath escapes my lungs as my mouth falls open in a silent scream, laced with a moan. The feeling is pain and pleasure mixed in the most enchanting way, kind of like hot fudge mating with whipped marshmallow. The shit is delicious but too much, and it’s a bit too sugary, enough so it’ll give you a tooth ache.
“Talk to me, baby,” Saint murmurs while Sinner groans and moves to drive in again. “You all right?”
“Yes.” The word comes out as a hiss followed up with a small cry, the barrier of my innocence stretched wide and no more.
Sinner hums in pleasure, seating me down on him fully. “Good girl, now you move your hips however it feels right for you.” His fingers grip my thighs, spanning nearly the entire width. I always thought they were on the bigger side, but Sinner’s hands make me feel so small in comparison.
“But will it feel good for you, too, if you don’t move me how you want to?”
“Jude, you just sitting there feels fucking amazing,” he admits, and it strikes a bit more confidence in me. “You’re so damn tight baby, my cock is in fucking shock. Normally it takes me awhile to reach my end, but you may do me in quicker.”
The uncomfortable pinch of pain remains, but so does the need to finish out my budding orgasm they’d started to give me. Starting slowly, I get a rhythm going. By the way Sinner responds, I’d say I’m doing something right for him as well.
The pain begins to fade away the more that the two of them touch me. My speed increases, chasing my pleasure, shifting and sliding my hips in different motions. My skin grows slick no longer from the hot tub, but from having them so close and it feels amazing.
My center milks his cock, pulling and begging for him to release as my climax thunders over my body. Sinner follows his own right behind me. Our voices mingle, mimicking our bodies as we cry out in satisfaction when the time finally arrives.
For losing my virginity, I couldn’t imagine it being any better. I let out a sigh, content and a bit sleepy. I can’t help but think that with the two of them beside me; it was everything and so much more.
Sinner lays me back on the bed to go clean himself in the bathroom, offering the perfect view of his backside. Never thought about men having nice butts, but his is just the right size to grab a handful of. They’re turning me into a shameless wanton version of myself.
Motioning to follow, Saint stops me by pushing me back against the pillows again. The spot is still warm and welcoming from Sinner laying there before me.
He tsks, wearing a naughty grin. “My turn baby. And be prepared, the orgasm I’m fixing to give you will have you screaming for everyone to hear.”
And shout I did, along with declaring them both sex gods by the end of our time together. To say they were amused by my rambling is an understatement.
Closing my eyes my body searches for sleep, exhausted but happy. I can’t help but feel that nothing’s the same as it was yesterday. I’m forever changed, made for the two of them and completely ruined, just as they had promised.