Needed it.
Gasping in surprise as a tongue licked my clit, then moved to kiss and suck my hole… oh my god, both holes, before moving up my back licking, biting, sucking, kissing to my ear where their voice, Declan’s voice, grunted, “What color are you, sweetness?”
“Green, Daddy. I’m green, but I need to come. Please!”
“What about you, vato? What color are you?”
“Green, Papi. So fucking green.”
“And do you wanna come?”
“Always!”
Declan gasped. My own echoed, his cock forcing its way inside me. Would I ever get used to how thick he was? He paused, and then another even harder thrust pushed him into me further, plunging him so deep, he bottomed out. The head of his dick used the opening of my womb as a punching bag.
Oh, lord, it hurt.
But it felt so good.
Too good.
The pain and pleasure blended together as they moved behind me, Declan inside me. In and out. Over and over. It went on for ages or no time at all. I didn’t know. It just felt so right. So good. I whined and begged, tears flooding my face.
“Declan! Hayden! I need…”
One of them played with my clit. Someone plucked and pinched my nipples. They keep me suspended in an abyss of hedonistic rapture. One I never wanted to end, yet I also did.
Their voices and the sounds they made joined mine, and nothing ever sounded as beautiful.
“Fuck, Papi, you fuck me so damn good!”
“Colors. What are they?”
“Green, goddammit. Just keep fucking me.”
“Green, please lemme come,” I begged.
‘Please, I need it’ played on repeat in my mind.
“Does your Daddy’s cock feel good, pequeña?”
“Yes. So good.”
Their angle changed as someone grabbed my hips, moving me with them.
“Ahhh! Yes. There. Do that again, Daddy!” I cried out.
And he did.
Again.
And again.
And again.
My vision darkened. Pinpricks danced over my skin. My walls fluttered. My belly clenched. Declan’s voice joined mine with a long, low, deep moan, and we crashed to the bed.
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