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CAMILE
Holy hell,I know Ace understands what game I’m playing and, judging by the way he’s spread my legs and angled my pussy toward the camera, it seems he’s onboard, too.
“Do you have any toys here?” Ace asks.
I bite back the laugh in response to his question. “Of course not. Vani packed my things. She’s hardly going to pack my extra-large, realistic, veined dildo, is she?”
“You’ve got an extra-large veined dildo?” he asks, seemingly distracted by the idea of what that would look like being used on me.
“No, I was being facetious. I do have a vibe, but she didn’t pack that, either.”
“I just feel like this poor, swollen pussy needs something in it.” Ace runs his finger down my slit, making me squirm with mounting need. “Rook, go look in the fridge, and see if there’s anything useable.”
“The fridge?” I squeak. “I think not.”
Rook gets up though andhurries out of the room. He returns less than a minute later with a huge carrot. I shake my head, trying to close my legs.
“No way. That thing will give me an infection.”
Ace laughs. “I’ve got a condom I can put over it.” He is using his best cajoling voice. I’m still not convinced until he leans in and bites the edge of my ear and whispers, “Imagine how crazy seeing this needy pussy getting fucked by a carrot will make Ghost.”
Oh, okay, that does make me clench around nothing. The thought is hot, even if it’s fucked up.
“Okay, but only with a condom on it.”
“Of course.” Ace reaches inside his back pocket, pulls out a wallet, and takes out a condom. He hands it to Rook, who tears it open and rolls it down over the carrot. He faces me, his beautiful blue eyes darkened and hooded and ravenous.
Ace glances back toward the camera again. He’s still slightly to one side of me, so my pussy is very much the star of the show, especially after he places his hands under my thighs and pulls me forward so I am right on the edge of the couch, then lifts my legs so my feet are planted on the edge, either side of me.
In this position, I feel so overexposed that my instinct is to reach down and cover myself, but I don’t. I’m too turned on now to stop this. I’m panting with need. Ace spreads my lips and runs the finger of his other hand around my clit.
“Look how swollen this little clit is,” he says to Rook. “I think you should come stroke it, too.”
Rook sits next to me, the carrot in one hand and, with his free hand, he reaches down over my thigh and presses his thumb to my clit. Electricity sparks through me, my eyes rolling with pleasure. Ace pushes two thick fingersinside me, rough and unforgiving. I buck up off the couch, gasping at the shock.
Ace pumps in and out of me, while Rook rolls my clit in firm and steady circles. Within a minute, I’m wet and panting, and so desperate that if Rook doesn’t use that carrot on me in a minute, I’ll grab it and stick it in myself.
Luckily, Ace sits back on his heels and grins. “I think she’s ready for the main course.”
He removes his fingers from my pussy with a squelching sound that would embarrass me if I weren’t so turned on. I’m sopping wet, practically dripping down my thighs at the attention of these two men and what’s about to happen. How can I have gone so fast from the good girl virgin to this sex goddess who is about to be fucked by an inanimate object?
Taking the giant, condom-covered carrot from Rook, he places the thick end at my opening. It’s cold from the refrigerator, a direct contrast to the heat of my pussy. The sensation notches up my excitement. Slowly, his gaze flicking between my face and the apex of my thighs, he pushes it inside me. I stretch around the thickness of the intrusion, feeling the chill against my inner walls, and I moan in shock as he works it deeper.
“If Ghost is watching this,” Ace growls “I bet he’s got his cock out and is jerking off so hard. He’ll be coming all over that computer screen, or his phone, whatever he’s watching this on, the dirty bastard.”
Ace laughs darkly at the idea, and the image of Ghost coming over his screen sends me even higher.
Slowly, he slides the condom-covered vegetable out of me, watching intently as it reappears, slick with myjuices, before he thrusts it back in. I let out a throaty whimper.
Both men focus on me intently, or rather focus on my pussy. Neither of them is touching themselves, even though I know they must be hard as rock.
Ace’s bicep bunches as he fucks me faster with the carrot. My whole body is shaking, and I can feel myself on the edge of losing control.
“Fuck, Ace, faster. Deeper. Harder.”
I am so close, hovering on the brink of my orgasm. All I’ll need is another few thrusts and I’ll?—
