Bastion groaned, his hand flexing at my throat. “That’s it. My good girl. Say it again.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Luca’s smirk. “That’s better. Now beg us not to stop.”
“Don’t stop—please?—”
Bastion’s pace went brutal, driving into me.
“You’re perfect,” he growled, rocking into me so deep I screamed. “Perfect angel, taking Daddy’s cock just like you were trained to. Our good girl. Ours.”
Luca pressed harder at my clit, his other hand taunting, my nipples. “Come for us, baby. Let go. Make a mess for daddy.”
I shattered, clinging to Bastion’s neck while they worked me through it. Bastion never let me slip, never let me hide. His cock split me open with every thrust, Luca’s fingers coaxed every tremor out of me until I was nothing but their girl, wrecked and shaking between them.
“Beg,” Luca whispered, lips grazing my ear. “You don’t get me until you beg for it.”
“Please. Please, Daddy—fill me.”
A low laugh rumbled from both of them. Bastion’s hand caught my jaw, forcing my eyes to his. “Do you know why we love it when you beg, angel?”
I gasped, shaking my head.
“Because it proves you know who owns you,” he said, stroking my jaw.
“Because it makes you honest,” Luca added, thrusting in suddenly, sharp, deep. My cry broke into his shoulder. “When you beg, we hear the truth you’d never admit to anyone else.”
Bastion kissed my lips hard, swallowing my moan as Lucafilled me from behind, stretching me until I shook. Then he pulled out too—leaving me aching, desperate.
“Open wider,” Bastion commanded, pressing me back. His cock slid into me again, while Luca’s fingers found my clit, stroking slow, steady, just enough to make my hips buck.
“Not yet,” Luca whispered, catching my gasp. “Don’t even think about finishing without us telling you.”
When I got too close, Bastion pulled free again. Luca replaced him, sliding in with a groan as Bastion’s hand rubbed my clit, rough and deliberate. My body convulsed, pleasure building sharp and unbearable, and then Bastion stopped.
I sobbed, shaking.
“Look at her,” Luca murmured, thrusting shallow, making me whimper. “Dripping for us. Making a mess that belongs to no one but us.”
Bastion smirked, thumb pressing lightly against my swollen clit without giving me release. “That’s why we edge you, angel. Because your mess is ours. And we like watching you get so wet you can’t stop shaking.”
They kept swapping—one filling me, one rubbing me—over and over, dragging me higher and higher, never letting me fall. Every time I thought it would break, they pulled back, leaving me on the edge, wrecked and ruined, begging louder with each denial.
“Good girl,” Bastion growled, kissing me rough. “Beg harder.”
“Louder,” Luca ordered, thrusting slow, teasing, relentless. “We want the whole city to know who you belong to.”
I was shaking, half-sobbing, caught in their rhythm of denial. Every time I thought they’d let me break, one pulled out, the other slowed down, leaving me trembling on the edge with nothing to hold but their voices.
“Look at her,” Luca murmured, his hand still stroking myclit in lazy circles that never gave me enough. “She’s holding it. So good for us. Our perfect girl.”
Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, his grip iron at my waist. “That’s it, angel. Restraint. Daddy’s so proud of you.” His lips brushed my ear. “You’re going to be even better when we give you both at once.”
My body convulsed at the thought, need ripping through me. “Please,” I whispered, desperate.
Luca chuckled low, sliding two fingers inside me beside his cock as he thrust shallow. The stretch made me cry out. “Hear that? She’s already ready for us, brother. Begging to be split open.”
Bastion groaned, his forehead pressing to mine as he held me still. “She’s going to take us so well. Our good girl—tight little body made for her daddies.”
