Pre-Wedding Fuck

"I don't think—"

"You can," Gabriel said, appearing beside us. His hand cupped my face, forcing me to look at him. "You can take it. We're going to make you feel so good, Sophie. Just trust us."

I nodded, taking a deep breath.

Dante pushed forward, slow and steady, the head popping past the tight ring. I gasped, the burn intense, tears gathering in my eyes.

"Breathe," Marcus reminded me, his fingers still working my clit. "Relax. Let him in."

Dante pushed deeper, inch by inch, until he was fully seated in my ass. The fullness was overwhelming, unlike anything I'd ever felt. I was so stretched, so claimed, so completely at their mercy.

"How does it feel?" Dante asked, his voice strained.

"Full," I managed. "So full."

"Good." He started to move, shallow thrusts at first, letting me adjust to the sensation. "Because we're not done yet."

Before I could ask what he meant, Gabriel positioned himself between my spread thighs, his cock nudging at my entrance.

My eyes widened. "Wait—both? At the same time?"

"Both," Gabriel confirmed with a wicked smile. "Pussy and ass. You're going to take two cocks at once, and you're going to love every second of it."

He pushed into my pussy in one smooth thrust, and the sensation of being filled in both holes simultaneously made me scream. It was too much, too intense, the stretch bordering on painful but somehow also the most pleasure I'd ever felt.

"Holy fuck," Dante groaned. "I can feel you through the wall. So fucking tight."

They started moving together, finding a rhythm that had me gasping and moaning with each thrust. When one pulled out, the other pushed in, keeping me constantly full, constantly stimulated. Marcus's fingers on my clit added another layer of sensation that had me climbing toward another orgasm embarrassingly fast.

"Look at yourself," Gabriel commanded, gesturing to the mirror. "Look at how beautiful you are taking two cocks."

I forced my eyes open and looked at our reflection. The sight was obscene—me sandwiched between Dante and Gabriel, their cocks visible as they slid in and out of my holes, my face still painted with James's cum, my body covered in marks and bruises.

I looked wrecked. Used. Completely debauched.

And I'd never been more turned on in my life.

"You love this," Gabriel observed, his thrusts getting harder. "Love being our fuck toy. Our desperate little cum dump."

"Yes," I sobbed. "God, yes, I love it. Love being used. Love having both my holes filled."

"Gonna cum again?" Dante asked, his hand reaching around to squeeze my breast roughly. "Gonna cum with two cocks inside you like the slut you are?"

"Yes, please, I'm so close—"

"Then cum," Gabriel ordered, his thumb replacing Marcus's on my clit and rubbing hard. "Cum all over our cocks."

My third orgasm shattered me completely. I screamed, my body convulsing between them, both holes clamping down so tight they both cursed. I felt myself squirt, liquid gushing from my pussy and soaking Gabriel's abs, the sensation so intense I almost blacked out.

They didn't stop, fucking me through it, prolonging my pleasure until it bordered on pain. Then Dante groaned and I felt him pulse in my ass, filling it with his second load of the night. Gabriel followed moments later, adding to the mess in my pussy.

When they finally pulled out, I collapsed onto the carpet, unable to move. Every muscle trembled. My holes ached in the best way, cum leaking from both. I was completely, thoroughly used.

"Fuck, that was hot," James said, and I'd almost forgotten he was there watching.

"Think she can handle more?" Marcus asked.

I should've said no. Should've called it a night. But when I looked up at them—these four gorgeous men who'd given me more pleasure in one night than I'd had in five years—I found myself nodding.

"More," I whispered. "I want more."

Their smiles were predatory.

"That's our good girl," Dante praised. "We're going to pass you around all night. Use you over and over until you're so full of cum it's dripping out for days."

They made good on that promise. For the next hours, they took turns with me in every position imaginable. They bent me over the couch and fucked me from behind while another used my mouth. They laid me on my back and took turns pounding into my pussy while I sucked whoever was closest. They had me ride one while another fucked my ass.

By the time the sun started creeping through the windows, I'd lost count of how many times I'd come, how many loads they'd filled me with. I was covered in sweat and cum and spit, my makeup completely destroyed, my body marked with bites and bruises and handprints.

And I'd never felt more satisfied in my life.

"You good?" Dante asked, helping me sit up and handing me a bottle of water.

I drank greedily, my throat raw from screaming and deepthroating. "More than good. That was... fuck, I don't even have words."

"Wedding's in two weeks, right?" Gabriel asked, his hand stroking my back gently.

I nodded, reality starting to creep back in. I was getting married. To Derek. Who could never, would never make me feel like this.

"Come back before then," Marcus suggested. "One more night. Let us send you off properly."

I should've said no. Should've told them this was a one-time thing, a moment of insanity before I committed to my boring, safe life with Derek.

But I was already addicted. Already craving the next fix.

"Yes," I heard myself say. "One more time. Before the wedding."

Their smiles were satisfied, knowing.

They helped me clean up, gentle and careful now that the rough fucking was done. Helped me into my dress, though I had no panties to wear—Gabriel pocketed those with a wink. Walked me out to where Maya and the other girls were passed out drunk in the lounge.

As I left, Dante pressed a card into my hand with a phone number scrawled on it.

"Text us," he said. "We'll make sure your last night of freedom is one you'll never forget."

I clutched the card all the way home, cum still leaking from my well-used holes, my body aching in the most delicious way.

Derek texted asking how the bachelorette party went.

It was fine, I replied. Just what I needed.

For the first time in five years, that was the complete truth.