I sobbed into his mouth, shaking harder, heat flooding through me with every praise, every promise.
Luca pinched my clit, hard enough to make me jolt, then soothed it with soft circles. “Not yet, baby. Hold it. Show us you can wait until we both fill you. Such a good girl for her daddies—always giving us what we want.”
Bastion pulled back, watching my face like he wanted to brand every expression into his chest. “You’ll be perfect. You’ll open for us. You’ll let us ruin you slow.” His hand slid down, spreading me wider for Luca’s fingers. “And you’ll thank us for every inch.”
I moaned, my whole body humming. “Yes, Daddy. I’ll thank you. I’ll take you both—please, I want it.”
They both groaned in unison, that silent rhythm between them.
Bastion kissed me rough, cutting off my cry as Luca slid his fingers deeper, stretching, testing, coaxing. “Good girl,” Bastion murmured against my lips. “Holding back for us. Sopatient. So perfect.”
Bastion’s mouth dragged down my throat, hot and rough, his voice breaking against my skin. “You ready for us, angel? Ready to take both your daddies at once?”
My nails dug into his shoulders, clinging like I’d drown without him. “Yes. Please—I’m ready.”
Luca’s hands slid lower, firm and unrelenting as he spread my hips wider. His lips brushed my ear. “You hear that, baby? That’s begging. That’s what we like. And you’re going to keep begging until we give you all of it.”
Bastion kissed me hard, his thrust shallow, teasing, his hand at my throat. “So much cock, angel. You’ll feel us everywhere. You’ll drip all over us before we’re even done.”
“I can take it. Please—let me.”
Luca chuckled low, one hand stroking down to where I pulsed, slick and trembling. He rubbed over my swollen clit with two fingers, slow and taunting. “Oh, you can take it. You’re our good girl. You’ll open up, beg pretty, and come all over both our cocks like you were made for it.”
Bastion groaned, grinding harder, his forehead pressing to mine. “Say it, angel. Say you want us both.”
“I want you both,” I gasped, holding his shoulders so tight my arms shook. “Please, Daddy—I need you.”
Luca’s grip on my hips tightened, forcing me open, readying me. “Good girl. That’s what I wanted to hear. Hold still, baby. Let us stretch you, fill you, make you ours in every way.”
Bastion kissed the corner of my mouth, soft where his voice was brutal. “Don’t worry, angel. Daddy’s got you. We’ll take you slow. We’ll make you perfect.”
Luca smirked against my neck, his fingers circling meagain. “She’s already perfect. Look at her—dripping for us, begging for us, made for us. She’ll take every inch.”
I cried into Bastion’s chest, trembling, my body screaming with need as they coaxed me, praised me, promised me.
“Easy, angel,” Bastion whispered, kissing me slow, his hands holding me steady. “We’ll give you all of us. Just breathe for Daddy.”
Behind me, Luca spread my hips wider, his chest hot against my back. His voice brushed my ear, low and coaxing. “You’re going to take us both, baby. Every inch. And you’re going to do it beautifully, because you’re our good girl.”
My nails dug deeper into Bastion’s shoulders.
Bastion’s thumb stroked my jaw, his forehead pressing to mine.
Luca nudged against me, thick. “Ready, baby?”
I whimpered, nodding frantically. “Yes, Daddy. Please.”
My scream was muffled by Bastion’s mouth when he kissed me through it.
“It hurts,” I sobbed, clinging to him.
“You’re okay,” Bastion soothed, brushing my hair back, his voice wrecked with soft “You’re taking us so fucking beautifully.”
They started slow. Just the press of them, thick, stretching me, their hands holding me steady. My breath came sharp, body tensing, thighs trying to close.
“No—wait—” My voice broke.
Bastion’s grip caught my hips, steady. Luca’s hand smoothed over my stomach, grounding.
