“Oh, are you ready for more? Looks like your cowboy is even moreinspiredthan usual.” The smirk in his voice is evident, knowing that Reid is already hard. “He’s always had a quick turnaround time, which makes for a lot of fun… butthisis particularly rapid. One taste of such a pretty thing and now he’s gonna be bricked up non-stop.”
There’s no doubt I’m simply drunk on pleasure at this stage, nodding along frantically. Anything to submit and please and show him that I want his cock too.
He tasted so good, those hints of his tangy precum still linger on my taste buds. Will Reid taste the same? If one of them were to use my mouth in the middle of the night, while it was pitch black and snowing silently outside, would I be able to tell them apart with nothing more than the evidence of their arousal painting my lips and hitting the back of my throat?
“Need to hear you use your words, sweet thing.” Reid strokes my face.
“Yes. I want that. I’m ready for more. Please.”
Henri takes a deep inhale, then groans. So close, the vibration of his words gusts right against my core. “Thank god, I’m dying to taste the two of you together.”
A gasp leaves my lips. I expected his cock. I expected the feeling of his weight bearing down and the intrusion of him fitting inside. “Wh—what are you doing?”
He doesn’t answer. My head spins off its axis as he dives between my legs from behind. His tongue and scrape of his mustache is a heady, overwhelming mix of sensations as he eats me out. All while Reid’s cum is there. I feel wetness running down my thighs—no doubt a mix of all things carnal, my arousal, Reid’s cum, and his saliva—and the idea of that is so damn filthy it leaves me trembling with how much I love this.
My body has slid lower, where I’m draped forward over Reid. Whether that’s me or Henri’s doing, I don’t know. What is evident is his erection. Rock hard and demanding, wet with the aftermath of both our releases. As my gaze drifts to rest on his handsomeness, to take in his intent expression, he stares back at me. The whole time, he watches the two of us heatedly. He murmurs soft endearments I hardly catch, telling me how beautiful I look—and I don’t think before meeting him I could have ever believed such a thing.
Yet, he makes me believe it. He’s the most convincingfakeboyfriend I could ever dream of.
The way Henri spears his tongue and uses his fingers is too much. It’s too good. I’m consumed with the need to give something to Reid in all this, to give him something even better to enjoy the sight of. I readjust myself a little, allowing the swollen head of his dick to slide between my breasts.
His reaction leaves me with a rush of blood to my core, my pulse spiking.
“Jesus. Fuck.” Reid grunts, his head tips back, and the way his throat bobs with strain evident in his muscles is so sexy. “Spiton it, baby.” He tells me coarsely. Eyes darkened and heavy-lidded.
My nipples turn to diamonds.
Henri’s sinful mouth disappears, and I swear to God my entire clit and pussy throbs with a heartbeat of its own.
Everything contracts inside me, tingling sensations flurry through my veins, as I allow a long line of saliva to drop from my lips. His flushed head glistens already, and as that wetness hits his cock, sliding down to trace the heavy vein on the underside of his length, his hips jerk.
At my back, Henri fits himself at my entrance. As if he’s in tune with every movement. The second Reid’s thick cock pushes between my breasts, he slides into my pussy. The dual sensation leaves me whimpering. Henri sinks to the hilt in one pulsating long shove forward. He invades, owns, enters all the way until his hips drive against my ass.
I’m so turned on, so slick with cum, that my body welcomes him easily.
He fucks both of us, thrusting me against Reid’s cock. Each saliva-coated slide of him between my cleavage sends an ache building in my nipples, and desperate heat zapping a line down to my clit.
“Christ.” Above me, Reid makes a ragged noise. “Mia.Ffffuuuck.”
I love how he sounds so undone by me. I love the weight of him, velvety smooth and hot between my tits. I love the musky scent of him.
I also really fucking love having Henri’s fat cock drilling into me from behind.
Each pump forward rubs me all over Reid, and wicked temptation curls inside me. This position is a whole lot of depraved, feeling more than a little like he’s using me to get his boyfriend off.
“You want to taste us too?” Reid’s stomach clenches; his words drift over me. I realize I’ve begun nuzzling at his thighs, his groin, and he doesn’t even need to hear my eagerness. He simply guides me to take him into my mouth.
Two masculine noises of desperation fill the room. Surrounded by the sound of slick flesh against flesh, the slap of Henri’s thrusts, and my sloppy moans around Reid’s dick, we all start to tumble headlong into what is going to be one hell of a joint release.
“You’re sucking me in,ma petite chérie. This greedy cunt tries to keep me there.” Henri grits out.
I’m a mess. Drool coats my chin, and my climax bears down on me. Henri snakes a hand around to find my swollen clit, and it only takes a couple of firm circles of his finger over that bud.
The wave crashes over me.
“That’s it. Just like that.Ffffuck.J'vais venir.”His cock swells, and he slams home. More curses in French echo around us.
Henri buries so deep, so perfectly. His hot cum spurts forward, painting my inner walls, and I feel every throbbing pulse. At the same time as I clamp down around him over and over, Reid loses it.
