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“Enough time,” says Max, pulling his shirt over his body, exposing the tight grouping of muscles, “to feed.”
I smile up at him. “Did you really need to pluck your shirt off to feed?”
He smirks. “I don’t want to stain it.”
“Have I ever once been messy?”
“You might be today,” he says, hoisting me from the bed. I shriek playfully as he twirls me away, latching my legs and arms around him. He sits on the second bed and I straddle him, feeling the warmth radiating off his body. My vampiric desire attunes itself to his heartbeat like a beacon calling to me. In a gravelly whisper, Max says, “Bite me.”
I oblige, sinking my fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. His blood flows into my mouth and I feel the invigoration instantly, like his blood is extra rich today. I relent for a moment to comment, “Extra tasty today.”
Gripping my buttocks and pulling my hips towards his, he replies, “The secret ingredient is arousal.”
I moan as I feed again, pressing myself against him, feeling the burgeoning heat in our laps.
“Don’t suck him dry,” says Braxton, taking a seat beside Max, his own voice husky with need.
I flick my eyes at him from his brother’s neck. “Get your shirt off, too,” I tell him. “I don’t want to be responsible for any stains.”
He grins and obeys, exposing the bulky musculature my eyes crave. I can’t help reaching over and stroking the rock-hard mounds of his pecks, running my fingers along his sculpted arm. My gaze zeroes in on the rhythmic pulse of his jugular, like an erotic dance performed for my seduction.
It succeeds, drawing my mouth towards the vein. My fangs pierce it and the effusing blood coats my tongue with its metallic savory-sweet taste. Braxton groans and his hands venture out towards my body, tugging at my shirt until it rises over my head. It drifts to the floor to join the growing pile of discarded clothing.
Grinding my heated core against Max’s stiffening cock, sucking on his brother, I reach my hand back towards Orson and beckon him with a curling finger. He rises off the other bed and removes his shirt, showcasing his tight, tan California bod.
I shift out of Max’s lap and lay back on the bed between the brothers, pulling Orson atop me. With his hands pressed against the mattress, he hovers over me, capturing me in his two-tone eyes. I plant a soft kiss against his pretty lips before plunging my teeth into his neck. His body stiffens, then settles against mine while I feed. Orson holds himself up by one hand while the other traces my frame, delicate fingers teasing the flesh of my side.
With our bodies aligned, I feel the hard-on rebelling against his pants. I tug down on the waistband of his pants, undoing the button and zipper to drag the jeans off his body. With them go his briefs, and now Orson’s nude on top of me, his erection pressed between my legs.
Fear pricks him and he snaps his eyes to Max, then Braxton, likely anticipating some sort of rebuke, but both brothers lie back in a lustful stupor. He looks back at me and I nod.
Orson kisses me again with wanton passion before trailing his lips along the front of my body. With a deft hand, he reaches around my back and unclasps my bra, removing the material from my breasts. While his right hand massages my left breast, his tongue encircles the other nipple, hardening it. I raise my chest and groan, but Orson shortly moves on, proceeding south towards my navel. Every kiss unleashes warm tingles across my skin, yielding a cumulative effect akin to a jacuzzi. My body feels electric in his hands, which continue their slow tour until his mouth reaches my pants.
His eyes flick up to meet mine as he undoes the button with his teeth. Nibbling my bottom lip, I watch while he draws down the zipper, then shimmies my pants down my legs until I’m naked.
“Braxton. Max,” I pant, gesturing for them to come closer.
They oblige, moving to lie on the bed at my sides.
When his tongue traces my slit, I writhe and slap my hands down the brothers’ abs, gliding my hands into their pants. Seizing two enormous cocks, loving the sound of their groans, I begin to stroke while Orson buries his tongue in my pussy, teasing his nails along the flesh of my hips in a deliciously intoxicating way. I buck against his face while Max and Braxton free themselves from their pants, revealing their perfect cocks. Long, thick, not exactly identical, but identically incredible.
I’m in heaven. Three men. Thick cocks. Soft tongues.
I’m going to fucking lose it.
Pleasure builds inside of me. Desire rolling through my veins in waves that build, setting my nerves on fire. Wanting more, but already so overwhelmed I feel like I’m going to explode.
Just as I think I might come on Orson’s face, Max pulls me on top of him, my back to his chest. He nibbles gently at my ear, then whispers, “I need desperately to be inside you, Asha.”
His hands grip my hips and guide my ass onto his cock. I relax and invite him inside, but he takes his time, rubbing himself in my juices, sending a moan slipping from my lips. When he seems ready, he grabs my ass and spreads me, then slowly pushes his tip inside. Every muscle in my body tenses, but he sucks on my neck. Braxton and Orson’s hands find my breasts, and then I find myself relaxing.
Max eases slowly into me from behind, and the sensation is indescribable. He’s so damn big. Rubs everything in just the right ways. Pushes enough to make things tight, but not so hard as to make it painful. The feeling shoots tendrils of pleasure throughout my body. I love feeling Max inside me, filling me. I work my ass against him while Orson positions himself in front.
“You’re the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen,” he says. “Can I…?”
Breathlessly, I reply, “Fuck me, Orson.”
His light touch, expertly teasing, drifts along my bare thighs as he shifts forward. And then I feel him, long and thick and rock-hard, enter my soaked pussy. He lowers himself to kiss my neck and whispers, “You feel like heaven.”
