Dalton ran his finger down my jaw, and Mac pulled my head further back. I was arched perfectly, ass up high enough that Mac could bury himself deep inside me, and my head far enough back that Dalton could hit the back of my throat with his cock.
Dalton pressed his tip against my lips once more. This time, I moaned but kept my mouth closed, and a shudder ran through me as Mac rubbed his cock up and down my vagina, spreading my cum all over my pussy. They must have exchanged some unspoken signal because they slammed their cocks into me at the same time—I would’ve collapsed against the bed if it hadn’t been for Mac holding me up.
Dalton’s hand replaced Mac’s on the back of my head, pulling on my hair for leverage, groaning as he thrust his cock in my mouth. “Open up for me, Vixen. Relax your jaw, you can take all of me.”
I did my best to follow his directions, and I could feel the tip of his cock brushing the back of my throat. Tears ran down my cheeks, and he threw his head back in absolute rapture.
Meanwhile, Mac was slamming his cock into me from behind. The hot, slapping sound of skin on skin and the sweet, musky smell of sex began to permeate the room. I couldn’t see him, but he kept his grip tight on my hips.
“That’s it, gorgeous. See how you were made for us. This fucking pussy is so damn tight. Look at how that dirty mouth takes my brother’s cock. How does it feel to have us both deep inside you? You’re gonna be fucking filled with cum, Vixen. This sweet little cunt is fucking dripping.”
His filthy words had shivers racing down my spine, and I moaned around Dalton’s cock.
The pleasure was building like a tsunami in my gut, the light in the room fading to black, and my head fucking spinning. It hurt so fucking good, and I couldn’t stop itwhen my body started to shake. Dalton groaned and began to fuck my mouth even harder. Mac also picked up the pace, thrusting into my pussy so fast and hard, the whole bed began to move from the wall. As Dalton pounded into me, he shoved me back onto Mac’s cock, and as Mac slammed his hips into me, I was pushed forward, taking Dalton so deep I couldn’t breathe.
“Fuck, I am going to come, baby girl.”
I blinked bleary eyes up at Dalton when he said that, and Mac growled behind me. He spanked my ass, and I almost fell into Dalton who came with a shout, shooting hot cum down my throat. I swallowed every single drop as his cock jerked inside my mouth. He stepped back, breathing heavily, and watched as Mac continued to fuck me. He spanked me again, and I screamed, the combination of pain and pleasure so addicting I prayed it would never end. He pulled my head and I sat back, leaning against his chest, and he bit the spot where my neck turned into my shoulder.
“Mac, Dalton, baby, yes, please, oh God, yes! Yes, baby, yes!”
I shattered around Mac’s cock, coming so hard my vision went black, and I felt Mac pulse inside of me as he roared and filled me with his cum.
I felt Mac’s cock twitch, and still he didn’t stop moving. He fucked me through my orgasm, and it seemed like it would never end. I realized I was crying, and I panted as my vision swam. Mac held me close, laying me down on the bed as he pulled his cock out of me. I closed my eyes and reached for Dalton, who sat next to me, and pulled my head into his lap. I kissed his inner thigh, and he smiled down at me—smoothing my hair with one hand, and gently rubbing my breast with the other.
My eyes shot open when I caught on to what Mac was doing.
“No, God. I can’t. I can’t come again. You’re going to fucking break me.”
I tried squirming away, but Dalton held me in place asMac ran his tongue around my entrance. He licked every single drop of cum off of me, and rubbed his nose through my slit.
“Fucking hell, Vixen. I love the smell of you.”
Then he grabbed my thighs and began sucking on my incredibly sensitive clit, and I cried out, “Mac, please.”
He stopped and looked up at me. “We can’t let you go to sleep dirty, Vixen. Now, be a good girl and lie back while I eat this pussy.”
And how the fuck could a girl say no to that?
I lounged in Dalton’s lap, his still half-hard cock mere inches from my face. He caressed my breast with one rough hand, running his thumb over my nipple over and over again. He pulled at the pink nub and I gasped, then shouted as pleasure overtook me once again as Mac slid his tongue deep inside me. He licked my inner walls and I moaned, then reached up and grabbed Dalton’s cock.
He jerked in surprise, but I began twisting and rubbing his dick up and down until he was fully hard again. My spit hadn’t dried on him yet, and he threw his head back against the wall. “Yes, Vixen. Just like that.”
Mac looked up and saw what I was doing to his brother. He grinned and went back to eating my pussy like it was his favorite meal. I thrashed against him as he buried his face in me, and kept jerking my fist up and down his brother’s cock. Dalton and I came at the same time, hot spurts of cum shooting over my hand, and I screamed yet again. This time, my voice was noticeably hoarse. Dalton leaned over me, kissing me and whispering in my ear how much he loved me.
Mac fell onto the bed on his knees, and I watched as he pumped his own hard cock. My eyes never left his as he came with a groan, spreading his thick white seed all over my stomach. He sat back on his heels, surveying the mess we had made. The bed was crooked. The sheets were a crumpled mess. His brother’s cum dripped over my shoulder and chest, while Mac’scum covered my stomach.
We were all covered in a fine sheen of sweat, and I teased, “What was that about not letting me go to bed messy?”
Mac smiled at me, and I felt the low rumble of Dalton’s chuckle. Dalton gently lifted my head off his lap, and I protested as he stood up, but he hushed me. Mac left the room, and a few seconds later, I heard the shower turn on. Dalton bent down, picking me up bridal-style in his arms, and carried me to the bathroom. He set me down, and I leaned heavily on Mac, my legs practically jello.
Mac helped me in the shower and, almost reverently, he scrubbed me from head to toe after squeezing my shower gel on a cloth. I whimpered when he ran the cloth between my legs, my pussy so achingly sore I was sure I would be walking funny for weeks. He kissed the same spot where he had bitten me earlier and crooned into my ear, “Such a good girl, Vixen. I love you.”
It was the first time I had heard those words from him, though he showed me every day, and I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my head into his neck and whispering, “I love you too.”
He dried me off and, despite my protests, he carried me back to the bedroom.
Dalton had changed the sheets, and put his boxers back on. Mac put me next to him before climbing in on the other side, dragging the comforter over all three of us. I snuggled between the two men, tangling my legs with Dalton’s and lying on Mac’s chest. I was clean and warm, and perfectly exhausted.
