Page 52 of Circus From Hell

“Arlo wantsss both of us. So why can’t you want both of us?”

“I do,” I groan as she reaches over to palm my hard cock. There’s no restraint behind her movements. “But I know Arlo will want to watch you take my cock in your pussy.”

“You can take it together. We can do something else now.”

My cock nearly explodes at the thought. Mine pressing against Arlo’s in her tight hole—perfection.

Karma reaches back to unzip her jumpsuit. She pulls it down to her waist and leans back against the armrest of the couch.

“Taste me, Micha.”

I’m never not in control of sex, but Karma reigns supreme, and I let her command me this once. Soon, I’ll put her in her place. For now, I’m desperate to taste that cunt.

I move onto my knees and grip her ankles, sliding my hands up her legs until I reach her waist. The material moves smoothly over her pale blue skin as I drag it down the rest of her body and throw it on the floor. I can see the arousal leaking from her, smothered across her glistening pussy and thighs.

“Poor thing. You’ve sucked so much cock, and your little pussy is weeping for relief.”

I grab her thighs and spread her apart. My fingers move up inch by inch, denting her skin until they reach her wet folds. She groans and shifts her hips as I part them, allowing me to examine every millimetre of her cunt.

“Did it feel good when that clown ate you out? Did you come?”

“Yesss.”

I slap her clit, and she jerks. She may not be able to feel pain, but she feels. I wonder how far I can push it.

“Naughty girl. He doesn’t deserve to taste you.”

I press a kiss to her inner thigh and lick a path to her cunt. I don’t waste any time dipping my tongue inside and exploring the feel of her. Her sharp nails scratch my scalp as she threads her fingers through my hair.

I can hear her tongue rattling as I devour her pussy. Her hips jerk. She chases an orgasm.

When I pull back without warning, she snarls, but I’m quick to tug her down the couch. I grab her hips and lift, spinning myself to place her on top of me.

“You wanna keep sucking dick?” She nods eagerly. “Be a good slut and turn around.”

She manoeuvres easily, spinning and granting me the perfect view of her ass, bent at the waist. Her pussy is coated in my saliva and her own arousal, and my tongue is eager to dip back inside.

“Take out my cock and hide those teeth. I’m going to fuck your little throat whilst you ride my mouth. Got that?”

She doesn’t answer, but I feel her unbuckle my belt and dip her hand into my boxers. I suppress a groan as she moves her hand up my length, and I hear that familiar rattle of her tongue as it slides out to lick my tip.

Before she’s ready, I slam my hips upward, sliding down her throat in one go. She takes it without restraint, and I groan at how perfect it feels. Her long tongue wraps around my length as I use her throat and reattach my mouth to her pussy.

My hands grab her ass and spread, exposing her completely as I devour her. She tastes unfamiliar, something I’ve never experienced, and I know damn well I’ll be addicted. Just like three other men are.

I understand why they can’t get enough of her. There’s no gag reflex; she can take whatever anyone gives her.

Is that the excuse I use? That I can be as rough as I want, inflict as much pain as I want, because it won’t affect her?

Am I really not a big enough man to admit that I’m slowly starting to like this girl?

My balls tighten, the urge to spill down her throat overwhelming me. I can feel her body vibrating. My fingers dig into her ass, keeping it spread as I thrust my tongue in and out of her, just like she said she likes. She bucks against my face, riding my mouth, chasing her pleasure and release.

When she tightens her tongue wrapped around my cock, I burst. There’s no warning, my orgasm slamming into me hard enough to force out a groan, and I shove my face deep into her, licking her furiously as the best damn orgasm I’ve ever had encompasses me. Her release fills my mouth, sweet and thick, as she moans around me.

Exhaustion creeps in as she releases my cock from her mouth, and my eyes shut. I feel her climb off me. “Where do you think you’re going, Stitches?”

She doesn’t answer me, so I force my eyes to open and watch her cross the short distance across the room. My heart drops when pale arms engulf her, and Arlo’s knowing eyes lock on mine.