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My breath catches as a tongue licks from the bottom of my slit, up over my clit, and back down to slip inside of me. The walls of my pussy flutter around the intrusion, and I groan when he flicks his tongue in and out, over and over, driving me higher, only to stop abruptly.
“Please, don’t …” My words are cut short as a mouth closes around my breast, sucking, biting, and kissing. Hands roam my body, tenderly caressing every inch they can reach. Another mouth seals over mine, and I don’t hesitate this time. Our tongues duel for dominance. Twisting around each other, delving between our mouths. A deep moan leaves me when he sucks my tongue into his mouth. He sucks hard, sliding his lips up and down my tongue as though he was sucking a cock. Fuck if that mental image doesn’t do something for me. Firm draws on the upstrokes, light pressure on the down.
I’m drowning in the sensations when something—or someone—thick and hard presses slowly inside of me. Sliding in effortlessly with how wet and needy I am. The burn of being stretched is euphoric, but the need for more is overwhelming. My hips flex of their own volition, chasing that need to be pounded. To be filled to the brim repeatedly.
Slowly, they work my body to that edge. To the razor-sharp edge of an impending orgasm. A weight sits heavily in my lower abdomen, but I can’t get over the lip to tumble into oblivion. I twist and buck and writhe beneath the hands that hold me to the bed, needing to fall but unable to in my current state.
All my protested movements are met with tighter holds. They refuse to let up. Refuse to let me go.
Sucking every ounce of air from my lungs. Keeping my head in a permanent state of haze. Leaving me blind to the world around me and deaf to everything but the rapid thrumming of my heart against the confines of its cage. I’m forced to feel the way they’re toying with every nerve ending of my body. Lighting me on fire and sending zings of electricity traveling every path. Filling me so completely, there isn’t an inch of emptiness left. They hold me in that state of limbo for what feels like days.
I turn my head quickly to the side and pant for air. “Please,” I rasp between breaths. “Please.” I repeat the one word in an endless mantra.
“Otis, give it to her.”
I don’t know if it’s Dante or Lucian giving the command in the haze of my oxygen deprived brain, but the moment a thumb presses against my clit and the hard object inside of me starts to move with more vigor, I’m gone.
My release hits me like a freight train. My legs shake. My body spasms, trying to curl in on itself. If I wasn’t wearing the blindfold, I know tears would be tracking back into the hair at my temples. Darkness invades my mind, and I swear I’m going to pass out, or at least I would if it wasn’t for the slow, delicious slide of a hard length between my legs.
“More,” I moan, unashamed by my desire.
Three deep rumbling chuckles echo around me, and the length sliding agonizingly slow pounds inside of me in one smooth thrust.
My mouth falls open on a silent scream, and a finger slides inside, rubbing repeatedly over my tongue. I close my lips around it, sucking to hold it in place. Wrapping my tongue around the thick digit, I treat it like my own little lollipop, sucking and licking. The answering guttural groan in my ear causes a grin to split my face that would make even the Cheshire Cat jealous.
Pulling his finger from between my lips, Lucian leans in close to my ear and growls, “You’ll pay for that, little lamb.”
“Promises, promises,” I say in return, with a little more bravado than I feel.
“Oh, angel, you really shouldn’t poke the wrathful bear,” Dante says, though the underlying laughter in his voice belies the seriousness of his words.
“Otis,” Lucian growls, the vibrations of his tenor traveling from his chest through my body where he’s pressed up against me.
A mouth closes around my clit and sucks, and I nearly rocket off the bed in surprise, unprepared for the onslaught of activated nerves. Confusion flits through my mind for a second. I count the bodies surrounding me. Lucian on my left with one hand trailing up and down my body, his heavy breathing ghosting over my ear. Dante on my right, his attentions returning to my breast, teasing and worshiping. Then Otis between my legs, his mouth on my clit.
So, what the fuck is inside of me? The image of the wall of toys plays through my mind. Kinky boys. I like it.
The pounding of my pussy increases, and Otis sucks deeper, flicking his tongue across my overly sensitive clit. My inner walls clamp around the length, squeezing tighter with every slide.
“Shit. Fuck. Otis,” I beg, wanton and needy, but I don’t know what I really need to push me over the precipice of my impending release.
Lucian bites the inside of my arm; the shock of pain sends me soaring, and I scream my release. This one is more intense than the last, and fireworks spark behind my squeezed eyelids.
Otis rides me through it, never letting up. He continues his assaults on my clit and pussy, pushing me towards another orgasm, but it’s too much—too soon. I squirm, trying to dislodge his mouth from my clit.
“S-Stop. P-Please,” I gasp.
He sucks deep and pulls back until my flesh pops from his mouth, and I let out a half groan, half sigh of relief and desire.
An arm slips beneath each of my knees, lifting and pulling my legs to the side, spreading me wider. Something wet, cold, and blunt presses against my rear opening. I jump at the odd feeling of being probed there.
“Easy, princess. Try to stay relaxed. I promise it’ll feel good in the end.”
The pressure against my opening increases, teasing the tight ring of muscles to open, and then pulling back. He continues the process for what feels like forever, easing deeper each time, and each time turning up the heat of my excitement.
“Push against the plug, princess,” Otis directs me, and I follow his instructions, bearing down against the cool, solid object. With a firm press against the base, he pushes it past the tight ring of muscles and seats the plug fully inside of me.
It’s a foreign feeling, having something large and solid in my rear passage, but it’s not uncomfortable. He tugs on the plug, pulling it out slightly and then lets it slide back in. I groan at the sensation. When he adds sucking, licking, and nibbling on my clit again … Stars erupt behind my eyes. My walls tighten and the feel of the solid plug and length filling both holes turn into a blissful, mind-numbing experience.
