Page 84 of Undying Resilience

She moans, arching into him. “Rhett. Rhett, please kiss me. Please—”

He captures the rest of her words with his lips on hers. The kiss immediately deepens as he slowly pulls out and slides into her again. She locks her legs around his waist, keeping him close to her.

“Call me your beautiful whore,” she whispers. “Plea-”

He kisses her again. “No begging. Today, we’ll give you whatever you ask for.” Then he leans down, placing his lips right by her ear and whispering. Just then, he picks up the pace of his thrusts.

Wren cries out, clinging to his shoulders. “Rhett, oh fuck.”

He groans. “Say my name again.”

“Rhett,” she whispers. She moves her hips to meet his thrusts, whimpering.

“You want more?”

“I want two of you inside of me,” she pants.

“DP?”

She shakes her head, snaking one of her hands down and sliding two fingers inside of her with Rhett’s cock. It pulls a moan from both of them. “Here. Like Ell said the other day.”

“Fuck,” Oliver mutters. I’ve been stroking his cock slowly, but I don’t think he has that reaction because of me.

“You want to fuck her with him inside of her?” I say.

“God. Yes.”

“O, get over here,” Rhett says gruffly. “And bring the lube.”

He grabs it while Rhett and Wren readjust so he’s lying on his back and she’s on top of him. She waits until Rhett has spread some lube over his cock before lowering herself onto him.

“Lean forward, sweetheart.”

She does, placing her hands on Rhett’s shoulders for balance. Oliver inserts two fingers into her, rubbing against Rhett’s dick. Slowly, Wren moves up and down to get used to the feeling.

“Just like that, princess,” Oliver says. “We’re going to take our time getting you ready.”

They do, adding one finger at a time and making sure Wren isn’t too uncomfortable. By the time they’re done, she’s squirming impatiently.

“C’mere, sweetheart,” Rhett says, tugging her down and kissing her. “Give Oliver some room.”

Oliver settles behind Wren, squeezing her ass. “You ready, princess?”

“Yes,” Wren whispers. “I want you to both come inside of me.”

Groaning at the thought, Oliver lines himself up. Slowly, he slides in with Rhett’s cock, stretching her. “Christ, Wren.”

She whimpers, digging her nails into Rhett’s arms.

“Tell us if it hurts, sweetheart.”

“No, it’s good. Please don’t stop.”

Oliver keeps his hands on Wren’s hips to hold her steady, pulling out and then sliding back in. All three of them groan.

I smile, my gaze fixated on the spot where they’re both stretching her wide open. “You’re taking them so beautifully, love.”

By this point, Wren is so overstimulated she’s barely with us. I’m not surprised when she comes first, or when she pulls Rhett with her.