Jayce pushed a finger between my hot folds, tracing a line through my slit, feeling the wetness already gathered there. It sent delicious shivers down my spine. One finger found its way toward my entrance and I bucked back into his hand.
“You want something, baby?”
Neil pulled out so I could answer.
“Yes,” I gasped.
“Tell me what you need.”
“I need it. I need you. Please.”
He slipped a finger inside; I gasped and moaned at the intrusion.
“I’m not sure I believe you. I don’t think you want it enough.”
He took his hand away, pulling out of me completely. The rush of cool air was almost unbearable. I whined, desperate, and he chuckled darkly.He moved closer to me and pressed his cockhead against my clit, rubbing. After teasing me until I was panting and gasping, he rubbed the length of himself along my dripping slit. My body trembled. I ached inside. My impatience got the better of me and I pushed back against him hard. He pulled away and I whimpered. My disappointment must have been obvious.
“You need to make me believe you want it.”
“Please. I need it,” I gasped. “I need you inside me.”
As a reward for my begging, he placed his hard cock at my entrance. His hands gripped my hips tight, holding me in place. I trembled. My whole body tingled in anticipation.
He pushed into me with one hard stroke. My eyes flew open and I cried out in pleasure. A deep growl reverberated in his chest. His cock was hot and throbbing as he worked himself into me. I gasped at the stretch, at the burn of it. He was thick and hard as steel.
He was spearing me open and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. My internal muscles clenched and unclenched. I reveled in the delicious pressure of his cockhead spreading open my inner walls. Slickness ran down my thighs, coating his shaft. My hands clutched two handfuls of the soft sheets. He was fully embedded inside me. I struggled with the thickness of his cock, the width of it, the stretch of it. That delicious stretching had me writhing around on the bedspread, unable to keep my hips still.
“Don’t forget about me, sweetheart.”
Neil pushed himself back into my mouth and I licked and lapped at his cock, trying to focus on my task, distracting myself from the desire rising within me. I wanted to give him my full attention.
As Jayce fucked me from behind, I applied a careful suction at the tip, and Neil’s breath turned ragged, wanting. I peeked up at him through my lashes and was mesmerized by the blissed out look on his face. Wetness continued to flow between my legs, making Jayce’s cock dripping wet with my slick. I tried to quell the ache that began to overwhelm my senses. I tried instead to concentrate on the hard, swollen flesh resting on the tip of my tongue, on the throbbing meat sliding between my lips. I tried to concentrate on the hard pole pounding into me from behind.
Neil shifted his hips, pushing himself closer. He must have had enough of my slow licking, of the teasing. I gave a full body wriggle of anticipation. I’d had enough of the teasing, too.
He gave a thrust of his hips and his cock slid all the way to the back of my mouth. He held himself there for a long moment and I forced myself to relax, forced myself to breathe around the thick cock stuffed inside me.
He pulled out, giving me a moment to catch my breath. I looked down at his thick tool. My lipstick had smeared all over his cock, leaving bright pink streaks. The sight caused another flood of desire to pulse through me. He moved his hips, pushing to shove his cock back into my mouth, going further this time. My breath came in short, audible bursts between thrusts. He repeated the process several times over, going faster and faster each time as I moaned around him. Then he pushed his cock in deep and held it there as the inner walls of my throat tensed and constricted around him. A primal growl of need was torn from his throat.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Swallow around my cock.”
Wetness gushed down my thighs, and I didn’t know whether it was from the steady in and out of Jayce’s cock or from the thought of taking Neil’s cock halfway down my throat.
I squeezed my thighs together, feeling that sweet ache intensify. Jayce gasped as my inner muscles milked his cock. He pushed into me harder and I flexed around him. Then he slipped free of my folds. I keened around Neil’s cock, a high pitched sound. I couldn’t stop my hips from moving in small circles, trying to entice him back.
“I think you’ve been too preoccupied with that cock in your mouth. I think you need to pay more attention to me.”
He grabbed my hips and drove himself inside, shoving into me again. He growled and bucked his hips, working his way deeper inside. I was stretching, twitching, burning. He didn’t start thrusting yet, just held himself inside me.
I pulled off Neil’s cock and turned my head, wanting to see Jayce, wanting to see his face as he fucked me. His pupils were dilated and glazed with lust. He placed a hand on each cheek, flexing his fingers into the soft flesh, then gave my ass an audible smack. I jumped at the slight sting, moaning as heat filled me up from the inside and more slickness dripped down my thighs.
My desire was growing almost painful, reaching an agonizing peak. I longed to slip my hand down my body to touch myself. I whined and rocked back and forth on my heels, pushing back onto Jayce’s cock.
“You need something, sweetheart?”
Neil ran his fingers along my cheek and cupped my chin, forcing my head up until I was looking at him, panting and needy. He slowly pushed himself back inside my mouth, cockhead popping through the circle of my lips.
“Spread your legs wide.”
