There were some things in life you could only understand if you experienced them; I fully believed this was one of those moments.
My imagination couldn’t conceive Christian and Rico on their knees for me, their tongues worshipping my pussy together, but here I was living it.
I was on Soul’s lap, legs spread, and toes pointed while they ruined me from every angle.
The only reprieve I got was Rico pumping two fingers inside of me while he tongue fucked Christian and Soul rolled my hard nipples between his fingertips.
I didn’t know where to look. No matter where my gaze landed, I was overwhelmed.
Heads bobbing.
Tongues lapping.
Rico pulling his drenched fingers out of me and offering them to Soul for a taste, as he crashed his mouth into Christian’s again.
Too much.
So, I closed my eyes and let my head loll back on Soul’s shoulder.
Just as Christian’s mouth covered my sex again.
“Chriiis,” I whined low in my throat.
Rico freed his fingers from Soul’s mouth with apopand went back to stretching me.
“You taste good on him, Harley baby,” Soul praised, angling my head so he could taste my tongue.
I whimpered.
Tears were burning my eyes.
Christian was moaning against my clit.
And Rico was pushing my legs farther apart so he could dip his head to kiss my thighs like a man devouring his favorite meal.
Too much.
Then he stopped pumping in and out of me and let me savor the steady fullness of his thick fingers while Chris sucked my clit into his mouth over and over again.
We were so fucking nasty. I loved it. Craved it. Nobody could make me feel the way they did, and they loved me so good, while loving each other at the same time.
Desire dripped from Soul’s voice. “You ready to come for us again?”
“N-no, I can’t.” I’d already lost count of how many times I’d come since we got home. I couldn’t catch my breath. Couldn’t do anything but writhe and cry andcome.
Soul’s touch roughened. He kneaded my tits and tugged at my piercings until I arched against him, making a mess on his hard dick beneath me.
Rico’s grip was just as punishing against my thighs.
And Christian still hadn’t come up for air. I was lost to the friction of his beard against my pussy and the suction of his tongue against my clit.
“You’ll take what we give you,” Soul promised quietly, nipping at my neck. “Because you like it when we use you. That’s why you come so hard every time. Right, baby?”
Right.
What were they doing to me? All this, and nobody had been inside of me yet. I just wanted to reach down and put his dick inside of me already.
Rico’s fingers felt good.
