I feel Karl loosen his grip on my hair and unseat himself from within me. The loss makes me feel empty, but he yanks my head back, lifting my body from my prone position until I’m flush against his hard chest as his still very erect length pokes against my ass.
“I’m going to love watching you take my friend deep into your tight snatch. I’m going to watch your pussy swallow every pierced inch of him until you feel him in your lungs.”
Holy fuck. Why is that so hot?
Nodding, I whimper my excitement for what’s to come. Karl turns my face so I can watch August lay back and slide on the condom. His muscled thighs flecked with freckles lay spread as his thick veiny cock bobs, waiting to feed my greedy cunt.
“Now, be a good girl and ride him,” Karl instructs. My hair is still firmly in his hold, his body still pressed against mine as we both walk on our knees across the bed.
August rises slightly, resting on his elbows, groaning when my thighs spread to straddle him.
“Look at how wet she is, O. You’re fucking soaked, Love,” August groans, reaching forward and sliding two fingers inside, saturating them in my juices and bringing his hand back to his mouth and sucking off the evidence of my arousal on his tongue. “Mmhmm, you taste like sin.”
Yup, I’m going to die right here.
I position myself over August when Karl grabs my waist with one hand, his other still fisted in my hair, and slowly lowers me, inch by inch, onto August’s dick.
The stretch is different. Karl is thicker and longer, but the barbells create a different sensation, and as I’m lowered, my mouth falls open at just how different it feels.
Karl wraps a hand around me, his thumb and middle finger rolling my nipple as he lowers his mouth to my neck, sucking the skin between his teeth while August thrusts up to seat himself in me entirely, and I scream.
At first, I almost don’t know what to do with myself, but August’s hands grip my waist, controlling the pace until my hips begin to roll, grinding against him.
Karl releases his hold on my hair, and I feel the handle of his knife begin to rub against my clit.
My body hums at different points of stimulation, threatening to detonate, my hips bucking as Karl rubs steady circles and August deepens his strokes.
I spasm as my orgasm hits, my walls seizing.
“Oh fuck, Riri, you’re going to kill me,” August grits but doesn’t stop. Instead, his pace increases. His thrusts pumping shallow and then deep. His hips circling before slamming back inside, and I feel myself winding up before I’ve even fully come down. I feel almost lightheaded.
I don’t feel it when Karl removes the knife. I certainly don’t remember when his body moved from behind mine. I just know I go from riding August to being slammed on the bed as August’s hips buck inside me, his piercing gliding along my walls right as Karl straddles my chest, pushing his way into my mouth, and I open, welcoming him in. My tongue lapping at his crown before my lips wrap around his shaft, attempting to take some control back. I suck him in, spit escaping the corners of my mouth, running down my throat.
“God, Angel. How the fuck does your mouth feel like heaven, and your pussy feel like home,” Karl grunts, his body jerking as ropes of cum shoot down my throat.
The fucker is still hard! I feel Karl’s girth, thick and weighty, on my tongue, and my eyes open in shock. I thought guys were supposed to be all one nut and done, but when Karl pulls out, his dick looks like he hasn’t come at all.
Noticing the expression on my, Karl smirks, reaching to grab another condom. I watch as he rolls it over his length before lowering to whisper in my ear, “We’re just getting started, Angel.”
My focus snaps from his when August slides his hand under my ass and pulls almost all the way out of me, then drives his hips deep, impaling me before pulling out and doing it again, making me grab the sheets on the bed for purchase. I scream when his fourth stroke hits so deep I think he’s trying to write his name on my uterus. He pumps three more times before his movements become jerky. Then August pulls out, ripping off the condom.
“Open up, Love,” August growls, pulling me forward until I’m back on my knees as he pushes into my waiting mouth as Karl thrusts back inside of me.
“Guys, why are neither one of you assholes answering your fucking ph-.”
“Holy shit.”
“Fuck!”
Three familiar and very distinct voices permeate the sex-fused air.
My eyes shift, taking in Sebastian, Rowan and Liam’s varying levels of shock and lust.
I should be some level of embarrassment, but I can’t find it in me to care, not while August fills my mouth.
Let them watch.
My gaze somehow locks with Liam’s, my eyes trailing down to see his hand wrapped firmly around his own dick. The iron grip his hand has on his shaft makes me think there’s no way he can feel anything but pain, but when I peer into his green-flecked stare, I’m met with unadulterated heat and promise. Promise that if he ever gets his hands on me he’ll bring me to heights I’ve never seen. It’s that promise combined with Karl’s brutal pace that has my mouth dropping open in a moan that can only be labeled as inhuman as my third orgasm rips through me and I detonate around Karl’s cock with a force so immense it nearly blinds me.
Unintelligible cursing is the only thing I hear before August explodes down my throat and Karl’s thrusts become jerky.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuckkk,” Karl shouts over the slapping of skin. His hold on my hips so tight, I know it’ll bruise, but I’ll fucking wear them like a badge of honor.
Labored breathing echoes throughout the room. Each of us panting, spent, and satisfied.
Awareness of the uninvited guests finally register, and my earlier bravado wanes. I go to pull away and cover myself but Karl holds me in place, a devilish smirk lines his satiated face. A look is exchanged between him and August, their eyes doing that silent communication thing I wish I could decipher.
Karl nods and August is the first to speak. “Our girl looks beautiful when she comes, doesn’t she?”
My already flushed skin blooms eleven shades of red.
Three throats clear, but it’s Sebastian who responds. “We have news. We’ll wait for you upstairs.” The three of them turn to leave, but not before they all peruse my body once more, their jaws clenching, and I swear I hear a mumbled, “I’m going to fucking kill Wy,” before they finally make their exit.
Once we’re alone again, August and Karl both pull out of me. August from my mouth, leaving a drop of his cum on my lips that I lick it off and Karl from my happily sore pussy.
August hops off the bed, and I turn, falling to my side.
Karl lands beside me and pulls me into his chest, brushing my hair off my sweaty face and kissing me on my forehead.
“You make the noise go silent,” he says so quietly, I’m not sure I was supposed to hear at all. I’m about to ask what he means when I hear a door creak open and the sound of a shower turning on.
My gaze moves toward the direction of the sound in time to see August come from a room I didn’t notice when I first arrived, holding a damp cloth.
“Let’s get you wiped down and then you can shower while we go see what the fuss is and then we can finish this movie marathon,” Karl states as August stands in front of me. He bends, spreading my legs and wiping the warm rag on my puffy lips, making me groan.
“Oh shit, I completely forgot we were watching movies. It’s my turn to pick,” I mumble. However, the idea of just closing my eyes and letting them rub me down has a far greater appeal. It’s the last thought I have as my eyes shut.
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.