by Sara Page
“Don’t be afraid, Ameia,” he rumbles and sinks back down, positioning himself between my thighs. “I would rather die than hurt you.”
My heart thuds behind my ribs in a sickening beat. I want to back out. I want to tell him sorry, but you’re too big, this isn’t going to work… Is there even a polite way to ask if someone if they can fuck themself? The guy deserves to get off but I’m not sure I’m up for the task. I don’t think I could even unhinge my jaw enough to take him in my mouth.
“Are you unwell?” Warrick asks as his hairy thighs press against my thighs, spreading me wider. “Do you wish to stop?”
Of course I want to stop…but I can’t. I can’t. I have to at least try. I’ve already come this far… and it wasn’t enough. I need to go higher.
I bite my lip and shake my head. My lips really want to tell him yes, so I let my head tell him no.
Warrick’s gaze narrows in on me, the hand stroking his cock slowing. “Are you sure?”
I can’t stop my eyes from glancing down nervously as the head of his massive dark cock bobs closer to my folds.
“I’m just a little anxious,” I admit and force my attention back up to his face, my eyes widening. “You really are huge.”
Warrick’s answering grin is incredibly cocky and I know that my unease has stroked his ego. He bumps the slick head of his dick against my clit and I gasp, still overly sensitive. “We’ll take it slow. I promise I won’t hurt you.”
“You promise?” I implore, needing the extra reassurance. My hands grab and clutch the sheet on the bed as his cock bumps against my clit again then drags down, slipping easily through my soaked folds.
Leaning down, he slips his hand through my hair and grabs the back of my head, pulling me up in a fierce kiss. “I promise,” he kisses against my lips. “I would never hurt you. I would die for you.”
He continues to kiss me for an eternity, mouth pulling sweetly from my mouth as he slides his swollen head up and down my throbbing folds.
I’m even more soaked when he pulls away, and panting heavily.
“Would you feel more at ease if you had more control?” he asks, his gaze loving but full of concern.
“Yes,” I answer unabashedly, and wince as the head of his cock prods at my entrance. I’d feel a million times better if I had all of the control.
Warrick nods and pulls away, taking with him his aura of warmth. For a moment I fear I may have insulted him or upset him with my reluctance but he just moves to the side and rolls onto his back, stretching out beside me.
He is a thing of beauty; I don’t know why I didn’t realize it before. Probably because I was so freaked out when I first met him, and probably because all of his muscles were hidden beneath the cover of his clothes. His body is so defined, so sculpted, watching him move while he’s completely naked is like watching a well-oiled machine as it works. I can see each tendon, each ropey muscle flex and relax as he gets comfortable. But ultimately my attention returns to the colossal erection sticking straight up from his groin. Yes, I’m a shameless pervert.
Hands reaching for me, he grabs me by the hips, the tops of his fingers touching as he wraps them around my waist, beneath the swell of my belly. He pulls me over his body, positioning me until I’m straddling his thighs and his cock is thrust up against my front, smearing me with his precum.
His voice sounds tight, his face strained as he tells me, “You have all the control. Do as you like, my Ameia.”
I gaze down at him, my eyes roaming over every inch of his dusky body, there’s not a soft spot or a small part to be found, and I just can’t quite believe he’s mine to do with as I will.
“Are you sure?” I ask. I feel weird being on top of him, I don’t think I’ve ever been in this position before.
“Yes,” he answers and his hands fall away from my hips, fisting at his sides. “I can’t hurt you if you’re in control.”
Knowing that he’s doing this, that he’s putting himself at my mercy because he’s afraid of hurting me fills me with the sweetest warmth. I want to take care of him, I want to make him feel good. Stars know after all that he’s been through he deserves it.
“You are too good to me,” I say softly and reach down, wrapping my fingers around the girth of his cock. My fingers don’t touch, there’s a gap of at least two inches between them.
Warrick groans deeply and his eyes roll back as I squeeze and stroke my hand up to the tip.
Gods, he seems even bigger now that I have him in my hand. My hand looks downright puny next to him. In fact, looking down at my milky, naked body straddling his waist, I look puny period.
How is this going to work?
“That feels so good,” Warrick rumbles and more precum leaks from his head, backing up his words.
I wet my fingers with his precum and then stroke my hand back down. Warrick’s hips jerk up in reflex as my fingers glide against him. But already I can feel a strain in my hand. I’m going to need to do some serious workouts and build up some strength and stamina in my fingers if I want to give him a proper handjob.
Two more pumps up and down his length and I feel a twinge between my thumb and fingers. I pause, considering my options. Warrick stares up at me, his nostrils flaring, his hands clenching at his sides, restraining himself.
I know I’m testing him; I know I’m asking a lot of him.
Rising up on my knees, I reposition myself until I’m aiming his cock directly at my entrance. I feel even more of his precum leaking down my fingers so I swirl the head of his cock against my entrance, using it to further wet myself.
I’m so nervous though, so very anxious, I can feel myself tensing up instead of relaxing. Lowering myself down, I keep a firm grip around Warrick’s thickness while his tip prods at my entrance.
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes, steeling myself for the inevitable pain to come.
“Ameia,” Vis says from my side, and my eyes pop open in surprise.
I swear I totally forgot he was still here.
Glancing over at Vis, I expect to see more fury or blackness darkening his features. I expect him to stop me and tell me no or don’t. Instead, I see a face full of softness gazing affectionately back at me. He’s kneeling beside me on the bed, still wearing all of his clothing. He scoots even closer as he asks, “Please, let me help you.”
I glance back at Warrick with worry. Does Vis mean what I think he means? Or am I really just a dirty pervert?
Warrick’s clenched fists begin to relax and he lets out a long breath he must have been holding in. He’s just as nervous as I am about this, I realize.
Slowly, purposely Warrick nods his head up at me. Is he agreeing? Is he encouraging me?
I’m confused as fuck until Vis straight up asks Warrick, “Do I have your permission?”
Warrick answers with a gruff, unhesitating, “Yes, you have my permission.”
Vis turns back to me. “Do I have your permission, Ameia?”
“Permission for what?” I ask and grip Warrick’s cock tighter with apprehension. I’m truly afraid I’m assuming things here.
Warrick groans and rocks his hips up, thrusting himself through my fingers.
Vis stares hard into my eyes as he clarifies, “Permission to help you… to touch you.”
“You want to touch me?” I ask in disbelief.
“Yes,” Vis admits and scoots a little closer. “If I have your permission I want to touch you.”
This all feels so unreal. I look back to Warrick; he looks like a man who’s hanging on by a thread. His hands are gripping the bed now, fingers tearing and snagging the sheet. I glance down at his cock in my hand. I swear he’s even bigger now, swollen and pulsing with heat. He must be in agony waiting on me.
And Vis, his face is hard like he’s trying to hide his feelings, but behind that mask I know he’s vulnerable. I know there’s a man in there who just wanted to hold me while we slept beside each other. He didn’t try anything with me that night and even now, wa
tching Warrick and I, he hasn’t acted the least bit creepy.
“How can you help?” I ask Vis. Maybe he has a magic trick up his sleeve that will somehow keep Warrick from hurting me.
“I’ll help you relax,” Vis says huskily and I watch him warily as he moves closer until he disappears behind me. “You just need to relax, Ameia,” Vis breathes hotly into my ear. I can’t see him but I can sense him kneeling behind me now, pressing his chest up against my spine.
If only it were that easy, I think and tense up even more as Vis shifts behind me. Now I’m not only worried about Warrick splitting me in two, I’m worried about what Vis intends to do to me.
“Relax, Ameia. Relax,” Vis commands and his hands land on my shoulders, fingers gently but firmly massaging into my stiff muscles. “If you trust us this is going to feel incredible.”
As Vis fingers work into my shoulders, Warrick’s hands grab onto my thighs, kneading me reassuringly. I peer down at him, searching for the faintest sign that he’s upset or turned off by what’s happening. He just stares back up at me with such want, with such unadulterated need my core clenches in response.
I have to do this; I don’t care if it kills me. I want to join with Warrick properly, with his cock buried deep inside me.
With four hands tenderly working me over it’s hard not to let go of some of the nervousness winding me up tight. Their hands are so strong, so warm but gentle. I lean back into Vis, feeling the tension draining from my muscles.
“Yes, that’s a good girl,” Vis purrs, his breath hot against the back of my neck. He stops massaging my shoulder to push my hair to the side. Then he’s kissing my neck, his lips so soft it tickles, and that hand he removed from my shoulder wanders down, cupping around my breast.
I shiver, a jolt of sensation shooting down my spine as his lips brush along a particularly sensitive nerve.
“How wet is she?” Vis asks before his lips open against my neck and he pulls back a hard suckle.
One of Warrick’s hands squeezes my thigh while the other pushes up, fingers delving into my sex. I clamp down on his fingers, moaning softly as Vis’ weakens me with that kiss on my neck.
“Not wet enough,” Warrick grunts while slowly pulling his fingers out.
Vis’ mouth leaves my neck with a wet pop. “Let me check,” he growls and his hand on my shoulder slides down my front.
I keep expecting Warrick to remove his fingers but he just thrusts them back up. I jerk in surprise, gasping from the shock. Vis doesn’t wait for Warrick to move his fingers. No, I feel him probing, his finger stretching me wider. It’s uncomfortable at first and I start to squirm.
“Does it hurt?” Warrick asks, and I quickly shake my head, not wanting them to stop.
“No, it’s just a little uncomfortable…”
Vis pulls his finger out of me and squeezes my breast. “You’re still too tense. You need to trust us, Ameia.”
While Vis plays with my breast, fingers rolling and pinching my nipple, Warrick’s other hand slides up my thigh and his fingers press against my clit. I groan and arch myself back, hot, liquid pleasure awakening between my thighs.
“Yes,” Vis growls encouragingly, his fingers pinching me harder. “You like that, love?”
“I like it,” I moan and rock my hips against Warrick’s hands.
Warrick’s fingers rub and swirl against my clit while his other hand pumps his thick fingers in and out. “She’s getting wetter,” he grunts, and I feel something warm hit my hand before I realize I’m still gripping his cock and he leaked some more precum.
Vis’ tongue flicks against my ear while his fingers join Warrick’s, slowly working and stretching me out. It doesn’t hurt this time, if anything the intense throbbing of my clit makes it feel incredibly good.
I can’t believe they’re both inside me, I realize, and at once my pleasure increases tenfold.
“I think she’s close,” Vis grunts and their fingers begin to pump faster.
I need something to hold onto, something to keep me grounded. I continue to squeeze my fingers around Warrick but then I reach back and grab at Vis’ shirt as well.
“That’s a good girl, Ameia,” he purrs into my ear before licking it with his tongue. “Come for us, love.”
And oh fuck, do I want to. They’re ganging up me, two different sets of fingers pumping in and out in perfect unison, and it’s too much, I feel so full. It’s so intense, there are too many fingers hitting too many of my sensitive spots.
Unlike my earlier release where there was a buildup of electric sensation that led to an explosion this orgasm is fast and furious, hitting me all at once. I throw my head back as everything inside me unravels, coming undone. Screaming out, my walls contract and clamp down on their fingers while waves of pleasure wash over me and roll through my body.
“Fuck, yes,” Vis growls. “You’re so warm and wet. Are you ready to take Warrick’s cock in your sweet little pussy?”
I’m not even done coming but they’re sliding their fingers out. Twitching, spasming, my moaning transforms into a sad keening cry.
I’m so empty now and it sucks. I want more, I’m not even close to being done.
Damp fingers wrap around my hips and lift me up. Warrick’s massive hand covers my hand, repositioning his cock until his head is pushing through my folds.
“Sink onto his cock,” Vis encourages me.
But I don’t even need his encouragement. I want to be filled again so I lower myself down. Even after having two sets of fingers inside me, my inner walls are warm and tingly as they stretch further to accommodate Warrick’s monstrous girth.
“Ameia,” Warrick purrs huskily and the bed vibrates beneath us.
Thank the gods I am soaking wet after that orgasm. There’s some resistance, a tightening that threatens to hurt before the combination of my release and Warrick’s arousal allows him to slide past that first barrier.
I sink down, only the swollen head of his cock completely buried inside me, and already I feel so stuffed I might split apart.
“Yes, that’s a good girl. Don’t stop. Take all of his cock,” Vis says, his voice so strained you’d think I was impaling myself on him.
Inch by inch I let gravity do the work for me, relaxing my body as Vis’ hands pull me down and Warrick’s shaft fills me up.
Up and up, he pierces me, parting me, spreading me wide open.
I thought I felt full when I had both of their fingers thrusting into my pussy but holy shit it didn’t even come close to this. There’s so much of Warrick inside me, touching me, stretching me, he’s hitting every single bundle of nerves.
It’s so intense I start trembling, unable to stop myself before he’s even completely seated himself. There are all these new, overwhelming sensations I’ve never felt before that I want to explore.
“How does she feel?” Vis asks Warrick.
“She feels like… mine,” Warrick says his voice deep and husky as he slowly thrusts his hips up, pushing past those last couple of inches of tightness.
I can’t breathe, he’s taking up so much room inside me there’s no room left for air. My nose tingles as dots flash in front of my eyes.
“It’s okay, Ameia,” Vis purrs and I feel his chest vibrating against my back. “I’ve got you. Relax and take a deep breath.”
Slowly I suck in a deep breath but I can’t relax because now that I have Warrick buried deep inside me all I want to do is move.
“Fuck,” Warrick curses as I rock my hips forward.
And fuck, I barely have to move to make it feel good. Rocking my hips back and forth, my walls squeeze Warrick’s dick so tight I can feel him stroking against every slick inch inside of me.
Vis’ breathing quickens against my back and his fingers dig into my hips but he’s not trying to stop me, no it feels like he’s trying to help me.
“Do you like it, Ameia?” Vis asks, his voice thick and gruff. “Do you like being stuffed with Warrick’s cock?”
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�Yes,” I gasp and tip my head back, my hips picking up a slow and steady rhythm. “I like it.”
Vis growls and his teeth nip at my neck.
“I love it.”
Beneath me, Warrick groans and his big hands grab my breasts, giving them both a hard squeeze.
“Warrick,” I moan. “You feel so good inside me.”
Warrick groans again, this time sounding as if he’s in pain. He’s already insanely big but I swear it feels like he’s swelling up even more and growing.
I’ve been so caught up in the moment, so caught up in the two of them, I completely forgot about the electric sensations I’ve been chasing. Those sensations are stirring now, sharp little jolts coursing through me each time Warrick’s dick rubs against the clutch of my pussy.
Vis’ fingers tighten around my hips almost painfully. “Can you take him harder? Deeper?”
“I don’t know,” I answer, it’s a struggle to use my brain, to think. I’m too busy feeling.
“I think you can,” Vis says confidently and his hands stop my slow rocking to lift me.
I whimper as Vis lifts me up, creating a spot inside of me that is so cold, so empty. Then his hands yank me down, slamming me hard onto Warrick’s cock.
The explosion of sensation is mind-blowing.
Vis lifts me up again and again, slamming me back down. I’m trapped between the two of them, they’re hands holding me, groping me. Warrick squeezes and kneads my breasts as Vis kisses and suckles on my neck. Then they start working together, Warrick thrusting up each time Vis slams me down, creating the perfect harmony.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Vis murmurs, kissing me, controlling my hips as if he’s the one fucking me.
“You feel so fucking amazing,” Warrick rumbles, driving his cock home. “Your pussy was made for me.”
These two…. These two will be the death of me.
Up and down I bounce, breasts jiggling in Warrick’s hands while Vis’ fingers pinch my sides. And it’s too much, too much friction, too much sensation. The pleasure increases until it becomes overwhelming.
“Mine. My Ameia,” Warrick begins to roar and his cock swells up, pulsing.
