Trent Evans
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Ashley smiled at that. No longer would those words hold any power to hurt. They would now just be words, descriptions of what she’d become in the safe, loving, yet cruel arms of her men. Her Sir … and her Master. The men who owned every fiber of her being.
“Good girl,” Drake said, his voice thick. “This is mine isn’t it, Ashley.”
“Yes … god yes.”
The lubricant was shockingly cold as he spread it within her cleft. She whimpered as a thick finger slipped inside her anus, charging the entrance with slickness.
“Now, just relax and push back,” Drake said. “This is a lot to take, but I know you can do it.”
“Be a good girl, Ashley,” Parker whispered, his mouth moving down, his hand lifting her breast for his mouth to taste. Her womb clenched, her pussy squeezing his cock, as his lips suckled the hardness of her nipple, her moan drawn from her almost unconsciously.
“That’s a girl,” Drake said. “Back more, good. Push back. Come on.”
The broad head pushed and pushed, pain blooming as the head slipped inside. “God, I can’t. Oh god, Drake. I can’t!”
“Yes, you can, Ashley. And you will. This ass is mine, and I’m going to fuck it anytime I want. Accept it.” He smacked her sore buttocks, making her yelp, his hand squeezing her waist in a punishing grip. “Now bear down. Let me in.”
Something she’d dreamt about only in her darkest, most fevered of dreams, and it was happening. Really happening. The pain was serious, but more than the pain, overlaying it all was something else.
Possession. She was theirs. Theirs to do with as they pleased, whenever they pleased.
And as much as she fought against her baser urges, she knew she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Ahh, nooo too big!” The pain in her ass flared brighter as her anus gave way to the thick cock.
“That’s it! Good girl,” Drake rumbled, his hand stroking over her hip. “Keep bearing down. It’s not all in.”
She grew rigid as he pushed forward the rest of the way. Between the tight fit of Parker and the truncheon Drake has pushed into her ass Ashley felt ready to burst. Staked. Helpless.
“I can’t. Please, please,” she moaned, the stretching of her anus already turning to something else, the two big cocks within her filling her to her very core.
She panted as Parker and Drake took up alternating rhythm, her body reduced to nothing but a vessel for their lusts, suspended between the two powerful male animals. She felt utterly helpless, and that feeling fired her lust anew. This was surrender, bending to the lusts of her owners, the men who would keep her, protect her, discipline her, and love her. Hers.
The punishing thrusts of Drake’s cock within her ass left her speechless, the deep penetration of Parker within her sex nearly making her weep with pleasure. Fingers found her clit, rubbing it in harsh circles. Her nipples were pinched cruelly, then caught between the harsh bite of teeth.
Drake’s voice rumbled behind her, his breath hot on the nape of her neck, fevered words whispered in her ear. He spanked her ass over and over, and he plunged deep with her ass, promising her more next time. Then she reached back and took his hand, her other hand finding one of Parker’s, their fingers twining.
Parker’s hand squeezed hers. “What are you, Ashley?”
“Yours. Only yours!” Ashley moaned. “Oh please never let me go!”
“Never,” Drake ground out, then groaned out his release, hot semen blooming within her bowels.
“Ours. Ours, forever,” Parker breathed as Ashley bounced her cunt upon him faster and faster. His fingers found her aching clit then, and she went over, her world blacking out, blasting off into space, the pleasure drowning her. She took Parker groaning with her, his grip on her tightening, the depths of her pussy awash in his hot seed, the wetness coating his thighs beneath her.
Then she collapsed, spent, everything that had led to this moment flowing out of her, unburdening her. Parker held her tight, and Drake kissed her hair, and she sighed, safe, finally, in their loving embrace.
She thought again how lucky she was, and what might lay ahead. Through all her years she’d been looking for something, not knowing what it was. Lost, wandering, tugged in every direction, she’d stumbled through her life. Despite the pain, the sorrow, and the fear she’d struggled, believing that what she’d been looking for would finally be found.
And as she lay there in the arms of her men, she smiled, for she’d finally found it.
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