Knights' Sinner

“You’re ok, baby,” he murmurs from behind me.

I squirm as Muff gently thrusts his hips upwards, causing a little bolt of pleasure to shoot through my body.

“Think I can make you come like this?” he murmurs, running a finger over my swollen lips.

“Do it,” Jackson rasps. “Loosen her up.”

Muff grins, and moves his hands down, gripping my hips and gently rocking me. Jackson’s fingers fill me from behind, gently thrusting in and out as Muff pumps his cock up inside me, deeper, harder. I feel my eyes roll a touch, and I drop my head down onto Muff’s chest, finding his nipple. He growls when I pull it into my mouth, gently sucking.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he groans. “Keep doin’ that princess, and this is goin’ to be over before it begins.”

I bite down gently, and he bucks his hips harder. My body swells with pleasure, and Jackson’s fingers begin stretching and thrusting at the same pace Muff’s hips are bucking. My clit swells, and my body tenses. God, it feels so good.

“Oh...god...” I whimper, running my fingers down Muff’s sides.

“You know what to do, Jackson...” Muff grinds out. “She’s fuckin’ ready. Sweet pussy is squeezing’ my cock like a vice...fuck.”

Jackson reaches underneath me, finds my clit, and gently flicks it. Muff thrusts his hips once more and I come. My fingernails drag harder down Muff’s sides, drawing blood. I can feel the warmth on my fingertips. I don’t care. God, I don’t care. I scream out his name, and then Jackson’s, and my body trembles violently.

“She’s ready,” Jackson growls, sliding his fingers from my ass, and replacing them with his cock.

Oh god.

Oh my.

He gently begins pressing in, while my body is still shaking. It feels so much tighter like this, as though Jackson is struggling to fit. I groan, and Muff reaches up, stroking his fingers through my hair.

“It’s alright, princess. Just breathe.”

I try to, but the sensation of being over-filled is quite intense. Jackson pushes in further, gently rubbing my back as he goes. He’s being so sweet about it, so slow. I know when he’s about half way in, because the tight feeling intensifies. Muff begins to rock his hips gently, and I cry out loudly. Holy shit. The feeling is out of this world, I feel so full, and having two bodies crushed against me is an intense, beautiful feeling.

“God,” Jackson rasps. “Fuck.”

“I’m hearin’ ya,” Muff groans. “She’s so fuckin’ tight.”

Jackson pushes in further, and when he’s finally sheathed, he begins to move gently.

My mind spins.

Holy sweet fucking mother of everything holy.

It feels amazing.

And crazy.

Jackson thrusts just as Muff is pulling out, and Muff thrusts just as Jackson is pulling out. Perfect timing. Perfect Rhythm. It’s just perfect. So achingly perfect. I gasp as they pick up pace. Jackson’s hands are on my hips, Muff’s are holding my face, and every now and then he presses his lips to mine. Our bodies are slick with sweat, and the smell is out of this world. It’s all sex, and man, and all the wonderful things that come with both.

“Fuck, she better come soon,” Muff grunts. “I’m close Jack’s.”

“Let me help you out, baby,” Jackson murmurs to me.

He leans down, lifting my hips just a touch and finding my clit, then he begins to stroke it, gently at first, but as his thrusts begin increasing again, he strokes it harder. I’m crying out, screaming his name, moaning Muffs, and feeling my body peaking.

Then I come.

Holy shit do I come.

It’s intense, crazy, mind blowing, beautiful, and so many other things mixed in one. My body jerks, my mouth drops open, my eyes roll back, and I scream. I scream so loudly I can’t hear anything else around me. I do feel though, and so I feel the moment when Jackson comes, I feel his cock pulsing inside me; I hear his rasps of pleasure. Then Muff follows, and I feel his cock jerking at the same time. When I begin to come down from my head spin, I hear both of their groans, and it sends little bolts of joy through my body.

It is totally worth it - hearing two men grunting over your body.

Totally worth it.

By the time we’ve all stopped shuddering, I drop down onto Muff, resting my head against his chest. I can feel his heart thumping against my cheek. Jackson slumps down over me, and we’re all panting. We lay like that for the longest moment, Muff’s fingers smoothing through my hair, his stomach rising and falling heavily as he tries to slow his breathing down. Jackson slowly pulls out, and my body tenses. He gives me a moment before rolling, taking me with him until we both fall down onto the bed.

Muff drops his head down onto the pillow, and I roll to my back, still panting. Jackson rolls to his side, running a finger down my belly. I shudder.

“Damn,” Muff whispers.

“Yeah,” Jackson grunts. “Damn.”

I feel a small smile stretch across my face as I use my best hip voice and say, “It was aight...”

Muff snorts, Jackson laughs, and we all find ourselves chuckling. When that dies down, we’re all quiet a moment, until my stomach grumbles...loudly. Jackson snorts.

“God,” I groan. “I’m hungry.”

Muff makes a deep, throaty sound. “Fuck, me too.”

“I ain’t movin’,” Jackson grumbles.

“Argh,” I growl, bolting upright and crawling towards the end of the bed. “Men.”