“Do you want us to make you our filthy little slut?”
Her eyes pop open wide. “What does that mean?”
“Tonight, one of us will fill your mouth while the other rams your tight pussy.”
“Ah,” she gasps. Her cheeks are burning.
“You’re going to come riding one big cock while drinking the other. We’ll have you on all fours like a good little submissive.”
“I don't know if I can handle it,” she admits.
“Tsk. Of course you can,” he chuckles. “I’m sure you’ll be begging for an encore the second we’re done shooting our loads.”
“Oh, God, Holden.”
“You wanted our cocks, you’ll get them, but you’ll play by our rules, Amelia,” he warns.
“I already lose my mind when you take turns,” she pants. “Both of you?” she pauses. “Maybe you're right."
"In what sense?" he asks.
"It doesn’t sound like I’ll survive this.”
“You don’t have a choice,” Holden snaps. “We’ll double stuff you at least three more times before we allow you to get some rest.”
"You’re a bloody tyrant," she throws at him.
"Yeah, tell me that when your eyes are rolling to the back of your head," he says.
The visual of Amelia pleasuring herself so shamelessly with those sexy silver sandals still strapped to her feet while engaging in filthy banter with my best friend is more than my heart can take.
“Fuck, you guys are killing me,” I struggle to say as my hand chokes my mushroom head.
Amelia lets out a wicked laugh. When she bites her lower lip, I strangle my cock even harder. Goddammit. She runs her hand along her pussy, coating her palm with her juices. She resumes pumping in and out of her pussy while the fingers of her right hand skate over her clit in a sensual circle. Her gaze travels from mine to Holden’s. This connection she shares with each one of us is so strong. I’m completely mesmerized by her beauty. My eyes caress the length of her trembling body. She rubs herself off with earnest, moaning and gyrating her hips like a woman with tunnel vision. Her eyes are definitely on the prize.
“Oh God,” she whispers. Her heavy breathing takes over the room. “I’m so freaking close.”
"Don't you dare hold back on us," Holden growls.
“I... I... I’m going to— Bloody hell. God—”
"That's it, sweetie, come for us," I command.
“Oh God,” she whispers. “I’m coming. I’m fucking coming.” Her voice is only a whisper at first, but soon it rises as she shudders against her fingers, bucking wildly. The way she contorts her body tells me that she’s riding the waves of sweet satisfaction. Good girl.
My cock is suddenly very jealous of the fingers inside of her. I long to feel her shuddering convulsions against my cock as opposed to being a spectator. Granted, this front row seat is quite the unforgettable experience.
I don't have much time to dwell on this because it doesn't take me long to follow her. My cum is already seeping at the sight of our satiated princess. Urgency fills me. I cup my balls with one hand and stroke furiously with the other, pumping my cock to the point where I’m sure it’s going to fall off. I'm there. Suddenly, my balls contract. I swear that I stop breathing for a second. I’m done. I take a pained step towards the bed and angle my cock. It only takes me a few more pumps before I explode. "Jesus Christ," I grunt.
My orgasm crashes through me like a hurricane. I squeeze my cock as I spew all over her stomach, covering her with my climax.
"Oh, fuck. Fuck. Fuck," Holden growls.
He doesn't hold back either. He takes one step closer to the bed and comes with a loud roar, spilling his cum between her legs. Holy shit. There’s so much of him he literally defaces her pussy.
Staring at his cum dripping down her swollen pussy and mine coating her stomach is the most hedonistic thing I've seen in a long time.
She's covered in our release.
We’ve marked her.
CHAPTER 53
Holden
Amelia’s hips are still trembling uncontrollably and she’s still panting hard as Brandon and I pour ourselves all over her sinful body.
Jesus Christ.
What a sight.
We truly christened her.
As I look down on her still riding her climax, pride washes over me. I can’t help the triumphant smile curling my lips. I’m fully aware I can't read Brandon’s mind, but that grin stretching his face tells me he's enjoying the sight of her as much as I am. My heart is beating so fast it’s nearly impossible for me to catch my breath, still, I make sure to take care of her.
"Don't move," I command. "Let me grab something to—"
"No," she says in a faint voice.
"Angel, you're covered in our cum. I need to clean it up,” I point out. “I'm just going to run to the bathroom to grab a washcloth," I explain.
What she does next almost threatens to stop my heart cold.
She smears our cum with one hand and brings it up to her mouth. With her eyes boring into mine, she licks each and every one of her fingers, moaning each time. She only breaks our gaze long enough to shift her eyes towards Brandon. I’m hard again. I chance a look in Brandon’s direction just as his cock jerks in his hand.
Just in case I thought she was done, she surprises me again. She smears her stomach once more, but this time she brings her fingers to her pussy and starts fucking herself. Christ.
“I can't believe she just did that,” Brandon exclaims. I'm pretty certain the stunned look on his face matches mine.
"Neither can I, but two—or should I say three—can play at this game."
I reach for the box of tissues on my dresser. With quick hands I clean up and then open the drawer to fetch an old t-shirt. I stride back to the bed, push her hand aside and wipe off all evidence of our orgasms. For good measure, I also swipe the t-shirt between her legs and up her ass.
She shivers at my contact. "Hmmm, that feels good. It's all nice and slippery." I'm sure it is. "Do it again," she says in a joyful tone.
We’re well past that.
"On your hands and knees," I order.
She widens her eyes in surprise. "You look upset, Holden," she says.
"No, angel, I'm not. I'm just so fucking turned on again that I can't wait any longer. I need to be inside you. Right. Now."
"Oh." Her response is almost comical. She really has no idea what she does to us.
She moves her attention to Brandon. "Don't look at me that way. You heard the man. I support him wholeheartedly." It's good to know he's in my corner.
When she doesn't budge, I grab her by the waist, lift her up in my arms, flip her over and drop her back on the mattress.
"I can't believe how strong you are," she laughs.
"Royal, take care of her mouth," I command. I take a few determined steps towards the night table, open the top drawer and rummage through it until my hands clamp round a box of condoms. I pull it out, grab one, and toss the box on the bed. I sheath my cock and walk back towards the little temptress that’s wiggling her ass at Brandon. He’s just transfixed. "You've seen it before. For the love of God, you’ve had your nose stuck up there," I admonish. "Go fill her mouth. Now," I say more firmly.
"I'm on it," he grins. He’s as bad as she is. He gets on the mattress and walks on his knees until he's right in front of her. He's already stroking his semi-erect cock.
"Angel, I need you to move further down so that I can grip your thighs to hold you steady because only God can save you from what I'm about to do to you," I warn.
“Jesus,” she prays.
"It's a little late for that," I chuckle. "Come on," I wave her towards me. She hesitates, but eventually she obeys. I caress her beautiful ass, relishing at the touch of her soft silky skin. My hand travels down her stomach until I reach her wetness. I part her pussy lips, probing before sliding into her. "You’re as wet as I suspected you’d be," I say as my fingers dip inside her. “You’re so ready for us.”
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She turns her head to the right just enough for us to lock eyes. "I've fantasized about this,” she confesses. “Hit me with your best shot." She says that with such arrogance that my eyebrows hit my forehead. No sooner has she delivered her message than she turns away from me and gives me a little ass shake.
Our dirty little princess is waiting.
Brandon and I shake our heads in amazement. I’m doing my best to bite off a smile, but her sass is so endearing.
After a few short seconds, I blink out of the daze I’m in.
Her spell is bewitching.
She’s not the only one who can be cocky.
I bring my thumb to my mouth and coat it with my saliva. “Are you also ready for when we claim this part of you?” I slide my thumb inside her ass in one clean sweep.
“Haaaa,” she exhales. She whips her head towards me and narrows her green eyes. “What are you doing?” she asks nervously.
She’s not as confident anymore.
“I asked you a question, angel.” I twist my thumb to the right and slide it further in until my knuckle touches her ass cheeks. I rotate my thumb in a slow circular movement. Jesus. “Fuck, she’s impossibly tight and her ass is as hot as an inferno,” I grunt, meeting Brandon’s gaze.
“She is?” Brandon’s blue eyes are sparkling with interest.
“You have no idea. She’s going to fucking choke our cocks.”
“Good. I like ’em real tight,” he grins.
“We’re going to have to take it nice and slow with her or else we’ll rip her in half,” I return his wide smile.
“Wh-what? Wait a minute,” she protests.
“For a nice ass like hers, I’m willing to be patient,” Brandon says bypassing her hesitation.
“So am I,” I retort.
“Why am I not included in this conversation?” Amelia asks. Her tone is slightly curt.
“Fair enough,” I chuckle. “No one’s claimed this part of you yet?” I ask, wiggling my finger inside her ass.
“Jesus, Holden.” Her eyes widen.
“Wrong answer, angel. Let me repeat that question again. Have any of the guys you’ve been with fucked you here?”
“That’s a very personal question,” she retorts with dignity.
“I think we’re well past that, princess. Brandon and I just jerked off all over you and you licked it off. I doubt that answering my question can get any filthier than that.” She averts her gaze. I change things up. I start pumping my thumb in and out of her. I’m far gentler than I usually am with a woman’s ass.
“Oh, God, Holden,” she pants.
“I’m still waiting for that answer.” I say, picking up speed.
“No. Never,” she struggles to say.
“No tongue action either?” I ask.
“I can’t imagine anyone doing that to me,” she says shyly.
“I can change that in a heartbeat,” Brandon declares.
“I don’t know about that,” she hesitates.
“Trust me. Once I’ve tongue fucked your ass while playing with your clit and you come so hard you see stars, you’ll demand I pleasure you that way morning, noon and night. Heck, you’ll book tongue-fuck sessions in your calendar just to be sure I don’t miss a day,” Brandon says.
I chuckle. The man can be so crude.
“Oh,” she lets out. That sounds more like expectation than surprise.
“I’ll let Brandon take care of you with his tongue. He’s nasty like that—”
“Thank you very much.” Brandon bows. “What can I say? I love it when a woman sits on my face and uses my tongue—clit or asshole. I’m easy,” he grins.
“I can’t wait to fuck you here and make that untouched part of you mine, angel,” I tell her. “I like the idea that we’ll be your first. I already know that I’m going to come again watching Brandon stretch your ass with his big cock and then pour his release right into you.” Are my words raw? Yeah, but this woman turns me into a fucking animal.
Her eyes don’t move away from mine. She doesn’t even blink. I hold her stare. I expect her to turn me down because her royal ass is too good for this sort of debase action. I’m already prepared to sell her hard on the idea, but once again she surprises me. Amelia flashes me a wide smile before turning her head to face Brandon. Her only answer is to push against my thumb. She wants this. Fuck, she’s dirty. And fuck do I ever love it. I look up at Brandon. His widening eyes tell me that he’s also picked up on her silent consent. Damn.
Enough banter. I need to fuck this woman before I go mad.
I slide my thumb out of her warm ass relishing the sensation and wishing it was my cock instead. All in good time. I fist her hair and pull it slightly, exerting my dominance over her before ramming into her. I bury myself so deep, she cries out in shock.
“God, Hol—”
Brandon doesn't allow her to finish her sentence. With a firm hand gripping the back of her head, he forces her to swallow his cock. She lets out this gleeful little grunt. In no time, she assumes her role. The sight of her bobbing head against Brandon’s cock is magnificent. The way he caresses her cheek with his free hand while fucking her mouth almost savagely is pure sin. She eagerly meets each one of his thrusts. Good girl.
Watching these two sets me off and soon I’m riding her like a cowboy breaking a bronco. She tries to pull away from my impaling cock, but there’s no way I’m allowing that.
“What are you doing?" Brandon barks.
“We’re fucking spit roasting you, angel. You’re not going anywhere until I come inside your wet pussy and you're choking on Brandon's release. In other words, we’re here for a little while longer.”
"You’re evil," Brandon chuckles.
"That's what she gets for pushing our buttons," I reply.
"Oh well, I was trying to play good cop, but I like your way much better."
We both laugh.
For the next few intense minutes our grunts bounce off the walls and the distinctive sound of slickness from the way I’m fucking her relentlessly takes over the room. Her little moans are just a bonus.
This hedonistic cadence goes on until the urge for more nags at me. My hands close tightly around her waist, tugging her closer to me before I swing my hips backward, pulling out of her until only the tip of my cock remains lodged inside her. “I love fucking your pussy,” I growl, thrusting back inside her with earnest. She lets out a long hum. Even with her mouth stuffed with my best friend’s cock, you can hear her. “Oh, yeah,” I groan, completely overcome by my own carnal rawness.
"Fuck, yeah," Brandon echoes.
Slap.
The impact of my palm against her butt cheek shocks her. She lets out a long complaining moan. The reverberation travels from her body to mine, tingling all the way down to my balls.
“The next time Princess Amelia wants to tease us with her bad girl ways, she'll remember that we’ll always give her what she asks for… in spades,” I grunt.
"For the record, I don't mind punishing her as often as needs be," Brandon says pumping furiously in and out of her mouth.
“I don’t think you have to worry about that. This one,” my eyes drop to the woman we’re fucking, “will make it a point to get herself in trouble just to get more of this,” I laugh. Amelia responds by clenching hard against my cock. “Argh,” I shout. She definitely caught me by surprise.
“Is Princess Amelia being a bad girl again?" Brandon asks.
Slap, slap, slap.
I redden her ass before answering my best friend. "Nothing I can't handle." I return his wide grin. "Angel, I never want to pull out of your pussy.” Slap. Slap. Slap. I tighten my grip around her waist with one hand and allow the other to travel up her back until I’m fisting her hair. I pull carefully, making sure that I don't cause Brandon’s cock to fall out of her mouth. You’d think I was clutching the reins of a hot-blooded stallion riding widely on the way to finish line. I guess you could say Brandon's cock is the carrot. I’m frantically pumping
in and out of her soaking pussy. “Jesus, she’s always so wet for me, but today her juices are dripping all over me,” I observe, holding onto her firmly to avoid sliding right out of her.
"Imagine when we take her bareback and her warm juices glide directly on our cocks mixing with our own release when we shoot our loads straight into her needy pussy." Fuck. Brandon's words cause me to halt my thrusts. I flash him a startled look. It doesn't happen immediately, but eventually it does, and I can tell when he registers. He blinks big blue eyes at me. He remains mute and frozen like this for a while until he resumes fucking Amelia's mouth as if he hadn't said a thing. With the carefree way Amelia is sucking his cock, I doubt she's privy to the moment we just shared. It's better that way because I'm not sure what just went through my best friend’s head. And I'm not sure why my cock gets even harder as I allow myself to entertain the possibility. The only clue I get from her that she's noticed that my cock is inert inside her is when she clenches her pussy a few quick times, willing me to keep fucking her.
I give her what she wants.
I let loose. She takes it without complaining. She's no longer just pressing down against my invading cock, she's now gyrating her hips in quick circular motions. Something tells me she's on the verge.
“Are you ready to give us what we want, angel?” I ask. Her pussy tightens around me with each word. She doubles things up at the sound of her nickname. I respond by fucking her harder.
“Shit, shit, shit.” She gulps big breaths of air in between her chanting. Brandon doesn't look too impressed with me that my demanding thrusts forced her to let go of his cock. “I… Oh… I’m nearly there…” she pants.
“You can't let go, sweetie," Brandon laments. "Not now. I'm too close," he says sticking his cock back into her mouth. I haven't slowed down my cadence. I continue to move my hips wildly, relishing the throbbing of my balls against her clit. “Wrap your lips tight around my big suckable knob and then I want you to stick my thick meat deep inside your mouth.” Brandon teases her by slapping his cock against her tongue. She laughs and wiggles her ass at the same time. Jesus. “You need your lips around this, don’t you?” He continues torturing her for a bit and then he gives her what she’s craving. “Damn, you’re good at this,” he grunts, sliding his cock between her lips. “That’s it," he encourages. She’s so eager. "I know, I know, there’s so much to savor.” Fucker. “Don't forget to give my balls the attention they deserve, sweetie," he commands. And she does. She cups Brandon’s low hanging balls as if they were jewels. She kneads them a few times before kissing them with unexpected tenderness. "Oh, God," Brandon hisses. He relishes the moment by tilting his head back. That doesn't last long. In no time, he's back to being his old dominant self. “That’s it, force me to explode so that I can coat your mouth just like you want.”
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