Page 18 of Longing for More

“What’re you thinking about, Mamas?” he asked. My legs nearly shook again, just from the nickname alone, as I watched him wrap one of his fists around the base of his cock. His head leaned back slightly, watching me as I watched him.

“There’s no way that’s going to fit inside of me,” I answered in complete honesty.

Ryder’s chuckle sent sparks up my back. Fuck, I had missed him. “We’ll make it fit, angel. Don’t you worry.”

I stuttered, looking up at him. “You—what?”

Lucas chuckled next and my eyes flew to him, right in time to see him spit down on his dick and move his fist up and down, flicking his wrist to spread the wetness across his entire length. Between the spit on his length and the precum that rested against the tip of him, I was aching for it, even if I had my doubts.

Ryder continued, moving his hands down to my legs. I gasped as he forcefully spread them again, after I had closed them without meaning to, holding me open and exposed. “I said, we’ll make it fucking fit. You can take it, can’t you? You’re such a good girl. Good girls know how to take real dicks.”

Oh…my God.

Him praising me should have been illegal. It undid so many of my restraints.

Lucas walked forward, still moving his wrist along his length. “Yeah,baby,” he said, exaggerating the pet name. “You want to be a good girl for him and a naughty, greedy little thing for me? Don’t you?”

My thoughts completely disappeared as I nodded my head.

The blush on my cheeks and body was never going to go away at this point.

A gasp left my lips as Ryder let go of one of my legs and smacked my face lightly. It wasn’t enough to hurt—hardly enough to sting—but it immediately got my attention.

He had never done anything like that before.

Why did I like it?

“Good girls use their fucking words, baby girl.”

My face scrunched in a whimper as I whined to Lucas, “I want you.”

The grin on his face was downright evil as he climbed back on the bed, the ministrations on himself forgotten. He crawled up to both Ryder and I, on his knees, as he rubbed the tip of his dick along my slit. I watched with Ryder as my wetness coated him, and every time he hit my overstimulated clit, I nearly wanted to scream. “I know you do, sweetheart. Come here. Let me fill you up with my cum. Let me breed this sweet pussy, just for us.”

I nodded enthusiastically. The size of him, as he kept nudging my clit with his tip, was long forgotten. I just wanted to be filled with him. I wanted Ryder to own my heart, yes—but I wanted Lucas to own my body at the moment, even if I knew he would earn my heart, too.

Lucas found my gaze with his, heated and controlling. “You want this?” he asked one more time, his voice nothing but serious.

“I do.” God, I did.

He turned his gaze behind me to Ryder. “And you. You want this?”

Ryder moved his empty hand to tug on the end of my hair. “We want this.”

Without another word, Lucas slipped into me in one languid motion. My mouth parted in a shocking moan at being filled so deep and wide. Ryder moaned right along with me as he watched Lucas stretch me—especially as the force of Lucas entering me pushed me right into Ryder and his own erection.

I couldn’t even attempt to silence my moans. “Oh my God. Fuck! You’re so fucking big. Holy shit.”

“Aw, fuck, Mamas,” Lucas moaned, teeth nearly barred as he held himself back. “God, you feel so good wrapped around me. Me estás tomando muy bien.”

“Yeah?” I moaned deliriously. God, what I would do to have them both praising me forever. My stiletto nails dug into Ryder’s legs as he kept pushing into me and I could have sworn that his chest rumbled with the pain and pleasure of it all.

Fuck, I thought. He needs to get off, too.

“Ryder, baby,” I moaned, my words broken up into pants and moans as Lucas never stopped fucking me. “You need to take your uniform off. I want to please you, too.”

Lucas cut him off before he could answer, though, moving one of his hands up to wrap around my throat, exactly as Ryder had done previously. “Oh, sweetheart. This isn’t about him. Neither of you are moving a fucking inch until my cum is in your womb. Breeding you. Giving you all of my fucking babies. Understand me?”

I felt my pussy clench with his words and he groaned in response, getting rougher. His strokes became deliberate, nearly fucking me from base to tip over and over again. Each thrust pushed me right back into Ryder. He was fucking us both, essentially—claiming us both—in that position, and I loved every single second of it.