CHAPTER 159: TWO MONSTERS (4)

~WARNING: This Chapter is not an ordinary smut. It includes very explicit scenes involving more than two people. Please skip this Chapter if it’s something you are not comfortable with.~

Sarah’s arms shot around Reagan’s neck, clutching him as though her life depended on it. The sudden lift startled her, but when she turned to protest, the words died on her tongue. His eyes—dark, ravenous—cut through her. A predator staring down its prey, and she froze, caught in that dangerous hunger.

His grip was unyielding, palms locked beneath her ass, her legs dangling over the steel of his arms. And then—without warning—his cock drove into her, splitting her open in one deep thrust.

"Oh... ahh... Reagan..." The moan ripped out of her as her hands clawed up his face, dragging his mouth to hers. Their lips collided, hot and violent, as he bounced her on his length, forcing her body to move to his rhythm.

"That looks fucking fun," Raymond’s voice broke in from behind, sharp and possessive. "Don’t you dare enjoy it without me."

Sarah tore her lips from Reagan’s only to glance over her shoulder. The same hunger stared at her from Raymond’s eyes, a darkness that matched Reagan’s. His gaze devoured her as though he’d already claimed her in his mind.

His mouth descended to her nape, burning kisses trailing down her spine, pulling a shudder from deep inside her.

"Ahh... Raymond—stop, that tickles," she whimpered, but the smirk pressed against her skin told her he wasn’t stopping.

Then came the sound—the soft, deliberate click of a bottle cap shutting. She inhaled sharply, pulse stuttering as Raymond’s hand clamped her waist.

His breath ghosted hot over her ear. "You ready for this?" he whispered, before catching her earlobe between his teeth, sucking slow and wet.

Her voice trembled, but her nod was certain. "Y-Yes... just—be gentle. It’s been a while..."

She reached back blindly, one arm loosening from Reagan’s neck, finding Raymond’s grip.

Then it came—the slow, gentle press of Raymond’s cock at her rear. Sarah stiffened, her body shuddering as Reagan froze mid-thrust, keeping her impaled on his length.

Raymond caught her mouth in a bruising kiss, swallowing her protest as his hardness forced its way past the tight resistance. Inch by inch, he claimed the rest of her until Sarah broke apart with a ragged wail.

"Oh... my... God—fuck! I’m so full! Ahh!" she gasped, voice trembling as both men stretched her open from front and back.

Raymond didn’t stop until he was buried to the hilt. His lips curved into a wicked smirk as he pulled back to breathe against her ear. "Breathe, Sarah. Don’t pass out on us now."

"Ahh—fuck, it’s too much!" she sobbed, her head snapping back just as Reagan’s mouth closed around her breast, sucking hard. At the same time, Raymond’s hand slid between her thighs, fingers pressing mercilessly against her swollen clit.

"Ahhh—my God!" Sarah screamed, her body convulsing as both men started moving in tandem, inside her.

"You’re a fucking slut, Sarah. Our slut, just ours," Raymond whispered darkly against her ear.

"You’re so fucking good," Reagan groaned, his voice guttural with restraint.

Sarah tried to answer, but her brain drowned in sensation. Her body trembled violently, her arms tightening around their shoulders as her only lifeline, while their relentless thrusts drove her deeper into madness. Every inch of them filled her, splitting her apart, dragging raw pleasure from her soul.

"Feels so good... Ahh!" Sarah cried, her body bouncing helplessly as Reagan gripped her ass and Raymond clutched her legs, the two of them ensuring she couldn’t escape, couldn’t fall—could only surrender.

"You love this, don’t you?" Reagan rasped against her neck. "Both of us inside you."

"Say it," Raymond demanded, lips brushing the other side of her ear. "Say you love us filling you like this."

Her eyes rolled back, tears streaking down her face in too much pleasure as her body shook violently from their pace. "Yes—ahh! Yes! I love you both inside me! Fuck—ahh!"

"Good girl," Raymond growled.

"Take it—take us both..." Reagan moaned, voice breaking with need.

They slammed into her harder, faster, until the rhythm shattered. Both men spilled inside her, heat flooding her from both ends, and her own orgasm ripped through her in a scream so raw it left her trembling, body convulsing as if she might break apart in their arms.

"Do you want to shower with us?" Raymond’s voice cut through the haze as he slid out of her.

Reagan followed, pulling free before laying her down on the mattress with a rough kind of care. His low chuckle brushed her ear. "You should get a bigger tub, Sarah—one that can fit all three of us next time."

Their spent leaked from her body in thick streams, trickling down her thighs, staining the sheets. Sarah’s limbs felt heavy, yet she still reached for the tissue on the side table. "Shower and go," she muttered flatly, wiping herself with shaky hands.

"So cold," Raymond drawled, eyes narrowing. "You’re just going to toss us aside after wringing us dry?"

Sarah glared at him, her voice sharp despite the tremor in her chest. "We all know why you’re here. You got what you came for. Clean up, then leave."

She pushed herself up, but the first step sent her legs collapsing. Before she could hit the floor, Reagan caught her mid-fall.

"I’ll take her to her room," he said, not bothering to hide the flicker of dominance in his tone. "I’ll shower there. Meet me in the lobby." He carried her easily, ignoring her fists against his chest.

"Put me down! I can walk," Sarah snapped, struggling.

Reagan’s mouth curved into a mocking smirk. "Walk? You can’t even stand. What are you going to do? Crawl back to your room?"

Her eyes narrowed, shame and fury flashing before she looked away. "You don’t have to be nice to me after taking your payment. I agreed to this. Don’t pretend you feel guilty."

"I’m not guilty," Reagan said, voice low, steady. "You know I love doing this with you—payment or not. If you want me, just call. I’ll come."

Her cheeks burned. "You’re a real pervert."

"So is my brother," Reagan countered darkly, his breath brushing her temple. "But you love him anyway. What’s the difference? Forget him, Sarah. He’ll never love you the way you love him. He’ll break you until there’s nothing left."

Her chest tightened, but her voice was cold. "My feelings are mine to bear. Not yours."

"I know," he said, softer now. "I just hate seeing you rip yourself apart for him. You don’t deserve to bleed for someone who won’t even look at you."

Reagan pushed through her bedroom door, carried her into the en suite, and lowered her into the tub. He turned on the faucet, steam rising as the water filled. He lingered, studying her tear-streaked face before leaning down to press a brief, heated kiss against her lips.

"Goodnight, Sarah."

"Goodnight..." she whispered back, her voice breaking.

The door clicked shut. Silence fell heavy. Alone, she curled into herself, pulling her knees to her chest. Tears spilled, hot and relentless, as she buried her face against her arms.

"Nick... you jerk," she sobbed, the ache in her chest sharper than anything either man had done to her body. Her longing for Nick just grew more, now that he is out of reach than ever.

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