“Fuck, yes,” I agree through my teeth.
“Put me inside him,” Adam told Linnea, who had her tongue between her teeth, cheeks flushed to crimson as Adam maneuvered between my thighs, and she guided his broad tip to my worked-open hole.
“All the way in to the root,” he instructed so she kept hold of my shaft as he started to work himself into my narrow channel.
I grunted as he drove into me stubborn inch by stubborn inch until finally, Linnea’s fingers let go of his base, and he was seated to the hilt inside me.
Stars spun behind my closed lids as I adjusted to the brutal intrusion. For a moment, I couldn’t find room to breathe around his girth, but then I remembered to sink into the sensation, and Linnea’s clever fingers found my cock, coaxing it with a few strokes into fullness again.
A moan ripped from my throat as Adam worked his hips, slow thrusts out to the tip and hard drives that lashed my prostate like a match to a strike pad.
“Sebastian can’t seem to stay quiet,” Adam mused, the sweat beading along his hairline the only outward sign of his Olympian restraint. “Sit on his face for me, Sunbeam, and shut him up.”
Linnea gave my dick one last, lingering stroke, dipping the tip of her finger into my slit to play with the bubbling precumthere, before crawling up my body and swinging her long legs over my face. The scent of her pussy made my mouth water, but the sight of the wetness leaking down either side of her thighs made my cock twitch helplessly on my stomach.
“Deliziosa,” I praised, before dragging my tongue through her sweet slick. “Delicious.”
“Sit on it, Linnea,” Adam reiterated. “I want him to suffocate in that pretty pink cunt.”
She ground down on my tongue, facing Adam so that she could watch him fuck me as she started to ride my face the way he rode my ass.
It was nirvana, a pleasure so intense it felt like there was pure lightning in my veins and thunder rolling through my hips, threatening to split down the middle.
Adam shifted, hooking one of my legs over his arm for a deeper angle that had me gasping into Linnea’s swollen folds. I could breathe as I sucked on her clit, channeling some of this restless, burning pleasure into making her come.
“Do you see how much he loves this?” Adam kept up his almost businesslike conversation with Linnea as he took me apart with his wide, brutal cock. “How he jumps likethiswhen I hit that spot inside me. Do you see how his cock is drooling all over his abs?”
Thick fingers smeared through the cum tails, and I knew by the sounds of sucking that Adam had offered them to Linnea.
“Doesn’t he taste divine?” Adam asked darkly. “Do you like having his cum in your mouth while you come in his?”
She gave a sharp little cry, and I thought he might have been playing with her sensitive nipples because seconds later, she flooded me with cum. I lapped it up like a man dying of thirst, sucking on her labia, drilling my tongue straight into the source to lick up every last drop.
“Good girl,” Adam praised her and then, his hand palming my throat and squeezing, he told me, “Good fucking boy.”
“Lean over and clean up this sloppy cock,” he commanded Linnea, and a moment later, she was bent over, her tongue rolling over my precum-glossed head and shaft.
She followed the trail to my groin, cleaning it with long, moaning licks before rolling her tongue along my head. I had never had head before the way Linnea sucked cock. It was clear she loved it, her lips sensitive, an oral fixation making her groan as she slid me to the back of her throat and swallowed me down the root. I could feel her cunt leaking copiously as if nothing turned her on more than fucking me into her throat while Adam pegged my prostate like he had been built to do nothing else.
My bones vibrated like a tuning fork had struck them, every inch humming and thrumming, every atom bumping together like I was seconds from exploding and losing everything I was to this nuclear pleasure.
“Please, please,” I begged, unaware I was even doing so.
“Hush and be a good boy,” Adam told her firmly. “Don’t come yet. I’m busy using this hole. Linnea is busy sucking your dick, and she likes to see me fuck you, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, her voice rough from taking my dick. “I fucking love watching him take you. He was made to be fucked.”
“He was,” Adam agreed proudly, running a proprietary hand down the inside of my thigh to raise my other leg over his shoulder.
A flare of embarrassment worked through at being held open like that and held steady so I could take every inch of his shaft exactly how he wanted me to take it. But the twinge of shame only highlighted the desire, like kerosene on a bonfire.
“I’m going to fuck you so often this arse will always be ready for my dick,” Adam continued. “I’ll just have to fuck my fingers into Linnea’s juicy cunt and coat myself in her cum beforedriving inside your loose hole whenever I want to. Bent over the kitchen island at breakfast so I can make you scream loud enough that even Bruce and Chaucer will know you’re being fucked. Tied to my bed when you wake up, already filled with me, and Linnea’s tight heat wrapped around your dick as we both use you to come.”
“Merda, Adam, I’m going to come,” I warned him as the fantasies scrolled across my active imagination. I couldn’t unclench my teeth or breathe too deeply, or I would spill down Linnea’s throat.
“Not yet. You can take more. Let us play with you.”
I felt as if I was already climaxing, a rolling, bone-rumbling orgasm that would never end even though I couldn’t breathe properly, and I would probably die smothered in Linnea’s gorgeous pussy.
