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I'm facing Gavin who's kneeling at the foot of the bed, watching me.
As Rhys fills me up, my thighs clench, and I moan from the delicious intrusion.
“Yesss,” I murmur, never breaking eye contact with Gavin’s deep hazel irises.
Rhys thrusts up, hard, powerful. “That what you wanted, love? My cock filling you all the fucking way?” He’s making sure I feel every inch of him all while Gavin stares down at me, breathing ragged, a racehorse ready to tear down the tracks.
Gavin’s cock is pointing at me, a bead of liquid arousal forming at the head. My mouth waters.
“I love it, Rhys,” I say to the man under me while I lock eyes with the man in front of me. “I love when you fuck me hard. Do you think Gavin wants to fuck my mouth hard too?”
The sound Gavin makes is animalistic.
“Her mouth is heaven, mate,” Rhys rasps out. “You’re gonna lose your mind.”
I curl a hand around Gavin’s cock, then say to him, “Why don’t you show me how you’d like to fuck my mouth?”
He shudders, and a drop of pre-come spills onto my hand.
“I will.” Gavin stands, takes one step closer to me on the bed, gripping his cock in one hand, then gathering my hair into his fist. “Open, sweetheart,” he demands.
“Show him how much you love giving head, baby,” Hollis chimes in from his chair, and I steal a quick glance at him. He’s a man in repose, with one leg crossed over the other knee. He might as well be smoking a cigar. He’s a director in charge of a scene.
As Rhys fucks up into me, I part my lips for Gavin and take his cock in my mouth. The fat head slides down my throat while Rhys rocks up into my pussy. I’m being fucked from beneath me. I’m being fucked from in front of me.
Gavin coils a palm around my head, then closes his eyes. “Fuck, sweetheart. Your mouth. Your fucking mouth. My god.”
I ache from those words. Pleasure pulses in me as I rock back and forth on Rhys’s cock, as I relax my throat for Gavin’s. He pushes a little deeper into my mouth. Spit dribbles down my chin.
Gavin grunts, a long, savage sound.
Rhys moans.
“Look at you. Owning them. Owning their pleasure,” Hollis says, his tone deep and approving.
I lift my shoulders higher. I like being praised for what I’ve learned to do with my body in the last few days. Listen to it. And I like what that listening can do for me—bring me pleasure and bring pleasure to these men.
Their sounds grow louder. Their thrusts more erratic. Their dicks thrust deeper.
But almost too deep. As Gavin grips my hair tighter, his cock drives so far in that I gag.
“Shit, sweetheart. Are you okay?” he asks, jerking out his dick.
I cough one more time, my throat scraped, but I’m not ready to quit. “Come on my lips, okay?”
His eyes fall shut. “Yes, fucking yes,” he bites out as I ride Rhys’s cock till he’s driving hard under me.
He’s seconds away. Gavin is too.
My thoughts burn off. My brain hums. My nerves ripple with excitement as Gavin slides his cock between my lips halfway till he’s growling then grunting, “Gonna come.”
He pulls out, then comes on my mouth. I flick my tongue over my lips, tasting him while Rhys shoves up into me one more time, then stills.
As his sounds fill the air, I turn to Hollis, feeling wicked, feeling wild as I squeeze my breasts together in an invitation.
He’s up and out of the chair in no time. A minute later, I’ve eased off Rhys, and Gavin has backed away. I’m lying on the mattress, offering my tits for Hollis, who’s now stripped naked.
Straddling my chest, he spits on his palm, then lubes up the valley of my breasts. A few quick pumps and he’s saying on an upthrust, “Want to show you what I learned.”
