“Coming right back with his cock. Going to shove it deep in your ass and then you'll be ours, baby. All ours."
Her pussy pulsed with his promise and she forced herself to relax when she felt the tip of Patrick's cock at her ass. So much larger than his fingers, she whimpered and jerked forward.
This time, it was Patrick who calmed her. “Going to fit just fine, sweetheart. Your body was made for us. Just relax and push out. Let me love you. Let us love you."
"Yes,” she hissed and did as he ordered when he eased into her. Inch by inch, he stretched her ass, his cock filling and entering a place previously untouched. A feeling of fullness unlike anything she'd ever known threatened to overwhelm her. Double penetrated, she felt skewered by their hard cocks, caught between the two of them, imprisoned above and below.
"Fuck, yeah.” Daniel groaned. “Fuck that sweet ass of hers ‘Trick. Move, you bastard."
Patrick laughed, sending shivers of sensation along her spine and she moaned, deep and low.
In slow, sinuous thrusts, Patrick made love to them. His cock, sliding and slipping along her inner walls stroked her, which seemed to, in turn, stroke Daniel's dick. In and out he glided, the slick lubricant eased his way.
Her body tensed and shuddered with each penetration, reacting and arousal rising to the call with each new thrust. Soon, they all panted, writhing together. Daniel rocked his hips in time with Patrick, which allowed him to rub her clit against his pubic bone, alighting every nerve in her body. Shards of pure pleasure danced along her spine and she let it. She let their bodies give her pleasure, caught between their pistoning forms.
Again and again Patrick slid his cock deep into her ass, touching her in places that she'd never known. They shared their love with her, showing through actions, just how much they cared and how much her desertion had hurt them.
Before long, the pace became frantic and she reached for her own orgasm. The dancing twines of her climax slithered around her waist before sinking low to her pussy. Her cunt spasmed in rhythm to Patrick's thrusts, ass echoing those same movements.
Until she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, as if frozen in time, and the shattered. She screamed Patrick's name, Daniel's quickly following, as the building pleasure crested and flowed through her, body tensing and releasing with each new wave of ecstasy.
Dimly, she heard Patrick and Daniel's own shouts of completion; their bodies tensing above and below, thrusts becoming jerky, as they came within her.
She slumped against Daniels’ chest in exhaustion. As her energy flowed out, love seeped in to take its place. Patrick eased out of her ass and he flopped to the side, pulling her with him to settle between the two men.
Daniel at her front and Patrick at her back, she felt loved and protected. Sleep tugged at her and she allowed it to claim her.
"Gina."
She snuggled closer to Daniel. “Hmm?"
"Who's Teague? You're going to break it off with him now, right?"
She snorted and wiggled closer to him.
Patrick pressed against her back. “You'll have no one else but us, Gi. Period."
Arrogant ass. “He's a cat.” She closed her eyes, sleep tugging at her consciousness.
"We don't care what the hell he is. You're ours now and two men, humans or not, should be enough for you. End it.” Patrick squeezed her hip.
"Cat. C. A. T. of the domestic variety, jackass. Now, let me sleep. Y’all wore me out."
"A cat cat?” She elbowed him in the gut and he grunted. “Okay, I get it. Just didn't want to worry about you running off with someone else."
"Please. Where else am I going to get two men who love my tail?"
"Nah,” Daniel drawled. “You got that wrong, baby. We love you. Your tail is just a bonus."
Epilogue
The bridal boutique's entrance was decorated with white and pink roses, swathed in gauze. Gina approached the door with a sense of dread.
"This is number five, ladies.
Her pussy pulsed with his promise and she forced herself to relax when she felt the tip of Patrick's cock at her ass. So much larger than his fingers, she whimpered and jerked forward.
This time, it was Patrick who calmed her. “Going to fit just fine, sweetheart. Your body was made for us. Just relax and push out. Let me love you. Let us love you."
"Yes,” she hissed and did as he ordered when he eased into her. Inch by inch, he stretched her ass, his cock filling and entering a place previously untouched. A feeling of fullness unlike anything she'd ever known threatened to overwhelm her. Double penetrated, she felt skewered by their hard cocks, caught between the two of them, imprisoned above and below.
"Fuck, yeah.” Daniel groaned. “Fuck that sweet ass of hers ‘Trick. Move, you bastard."
Patrick laughed, sending shivers of sensation along her spine and she moaned, deep and low.
In slow, sinuous thrusts, Patrick made love to them. His cock, sliding and slipping along her inner walls stroked her, which seemed to, in turn, stroke Daniel's dick. In and out he glided, the slick lubricant eased his way.
Her body tensed and shuddered with each penetration, reacting and arousal rising to the call with each new thrust. Soon, they all panted, writhing together. Daniel rocked his hips in time with Patrick, which allowed him to rub her clit against his pubic bone, alighting every nerve in her body. Shards of pure pleasure danced along her spine and she let it. She let their bodies give her pleasure, caught between their pistoning forms.
Again and again Patrick slid his cock deep into her ass, touching her in places that she'd never known. They shared their love with her, showing through actions, just how much they cared and how much her desertion had hurt them.
Before long, the pace became frantic and she reached for her own orgasm. The dancing twines of her climax slithered around her waist before sinking low to her pussy. Her cunt spasmed in rhythm to Patrick's thrusts, ass echoing those same movements.
Until she couldn't hold back any longer. Her body tensed, as if frozen in time, and the shattered. She screamed Patrick's name, Daniel's quickly following, as the building pleasure crested and flowed through her, body tensing and releasing with each new wave of ecstasy.
Dimly, she heard Patrick and Daniel's own shouts of completion; their bodies tensing above and below, thrusts becoming jerky, as they came within her.
She slumped against Daniels’ chest in exhaustion. As her energy flowed out, love seeped in to take its place. Patrick eased out of her ass and he flopped to the side, pulling her with him to settle between the two men.
Daniel at her front and Patrick at her back, she felt loved and protected. Sleep tugged at her and she allowed it to claim her.
"Gina."
She snuggled closer to Daniel. “Hmm?"
"Who's Teague? You're going to break it off with him now, right?"
She snorted and wiggled closer to him.
Patrick pressed against her back. “You'll have no one else but us, Gi. Period."
Arrogant ass. “He's a cat.” She closed her eyes, sleep tugging at her consciousness.
"We don't care what the hell he is. You're ours now and two men, humans or not, should be enough for you. End it.” Patrick squeezed her hip.
"Cat. C. A. T. of the domestic variety, jackass. Now, let me sleep. Y’all wore me out."
"A cat cat?” She elbowed him in the gut and he grunted. “Okay, I get it. Just didn't want to worry about you running off with someone else."
"Please. Where else am I going to get two men who love my tail?"
"Nah,” Daniel drawled. “You got that wrong, baby. We love you. Your tail is just a bonus."
Epilogue
The bridal boutique's entrance was decorated with white and pink roses, swathed in gauze. Gina approached the door with a sense of dread.
"This is number five, ladies.
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