Page 28 of Tormented Kings

“Should I stop?” He freezes.

“No.” I shake my head. “Don’t stop. Keep going.”

He does, slowly pushing his cock deeper and deeper inside me.

“Mother of god,” he groans. “Fuck, Pretty Girl. You're so tight, so warm. And shit, man, I can feel your dick.”

Declan laughs but then groans because the moment has me clenching. “So weird.”

“Move,” I pant, my body wound too tight with anticipation; I need this now.

“So impatient,” Grayson teases with amusement, but I shut him up when I squeeze my ring of muscles around his cock as tight as I can. “Fuck, shit, okay, you win,” Grayson growls before gripping my hips. He pulls all the way out, then slams forward.

I cry out, moaning their names. Grayson takes that as confirmation that I like this, and he doesn’t ease me into it. Apart from the first few strokes being slow and deep, he picks up his pace and starts fucking me.

“Holy shit, fucking hell,” Declan groans. “So weird, but so fucking good.”

“Fuck her, Declan. Don’t be a pillow princess and make me do all the work,” Grayson grunts as fucks into me.

I’m dead, gone; there’s too much going on to be able to talk or move. So, yes, I’m the pillow princess in this situation because I’m no help to anyone. I want them to use me and fuck me like a damn rag doll.

I’m in both heaven and hell as Declan thrusts up into me, over and over again.

Babbling is all I can do, unable to make any words that remotely sound like English as I sob in pleasure. I think I’m asking for more, but I don’t know.

It’s like a system overload. My body is on fire, every nerve lit up like a Christmas tree. The feeling of their cocks moving in and out, stretching me, hitting all my sweet spots, has me so close to the edge that I can’t stand it.

I’m a shaking mess, dripping in sweat, muscles clenching and unclenching.

The sounds they make, manly and unhinged, are driving me fucking wild.

It’s too much, and with a scream, I cum hard, unable to take anymore.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Declan shouts, and then he’s cumming right after me. His cock jerks inside me, jet after jet of cum filling me up.

Grayson follows after. “Fucking hell!” he roars, gripping my hips so hard, I know they’ll leave bruises. Ones I can’t wait to admire in the mirror.

His cock pulses inside me, filling my ass with his cum.

My eyes are heavy, my body jelly. And I think I pass out for a moment.

Grayson hisses as he pulls out and then groans. “Do you have any idea how sexy it is to see my cum dripping out of you right now, Pretty Girl?”

I smile sleepily against Declan’s chest.

“You okay there, Sweetheart?” Declan asks, petting my hair down.

“I think so,” I rasp. “Am I dead?”

Both men chuckle. “Death by our cocks. I think I like that.”

“I died. So good. Too good. Too much. Not enough.” I sigh.

Grayson leaves and comes back with a washcloth. I hold back the tears as he cleans me up the best he can with Declan still inside me.

The aftercare these two give me whenever we’re done is perfection. It fills me with emotion and makes me feel things I can't put into words.

I didn’t get the aftercare with Collin because of the location. Preston was done with me the moment he finished.