Having a threesome used to sound like a fight waiting to happen. Guys always want another girl to join in and frankly I’m as jealous as they come. But Saint and Cairo seem to actually prefer me being the only girl—it feels so damn good.
King is shirtless now, his broad chest muscles flexing as his hands roam Arina's body—palming her breasts, gripping her thighs, dragging over her waist like every inch belongs to him. His mouth crashes against hers, swallowing her moans, and she gives herself to it completely, hair wild, eyes shut, surrender written across her face.
The sight makes my clit throb under Cairo’s tongue, my hips jerking faster against his mouth. If she can let go like that—if she can lose herself completely and take pleasure like it’s her birthright—then why the hell should’t I?
Saint’s growl shivers through me, raw and territorial. “Look at them again, and see what I do.” He drags a hand through my hair, tightening just enough to lift my throat to his mouth. His teeth catch my skin, a sharp warning softened by the slow pull of his lips after—branding the words into me.
Cairo groans against my cunt, the vibration making my body twitch, my breath tearing from my throat. His tongue circles my clit before plunging lower, fucking me with his tongue—steady, filthy strokes that have my thighs trembling around his head. His large hands pin me open, his grip bruising, unyielding, daring me to try and close my legs.
Across the room, Arina cries out, loud and raw, King’s hand buried between her thighs as his mouth devours her breast. The sound of her pleasure collides with mine, the air thick with sex and sweat.
Cairo rises, and in unison they both shove down their pants, and my heart races, eager to see their sizes. Saint peels his pants, revealing black-and-red briefs, his cock so hard itstrains up against his chest. I tug at the fabric, desperate to see how pretty his cock is—it has to be with a face like his.
Cairo presses close, his thick cock sliding between my ass cheeks. His firm grip spinning me to face him, scooping me up with ease.
I guess I should’ve placed my bet on him.
My legs wrap around his waist as he lowers me onto him, my pussy stretching around his thick cock, a scream caught in my throat. I never even saw it, but the feel of it alone tells me everything I need to know.
Saint snarls, fisting my hair and yanking my head back, his tongue dragging up my neck to the rim of my ear before a finger pushes into my ass. Thankfully it isn’t his dick, because in this position I’m not sure I’ll be able to handle both of them. It’s a weak spot that I’m always too embarrassed to mention. And I refuse to give them that satisfaction on the first round.
My pussy clenches around Cairo’s cock, the scream tearing out of me as I squeeze my eyes shut, fighting the burn, refusing to let my tears spill.
Saint fists my hair tighter, his mouth dragging along my ear as he growls, “He might have that pussy first, but it’ll always be mine.” I had a feeling Saint would be annoyed that Cairo had me first but at least he’s not taking it out on my ass—literally.
“You fucking love this, don’t you? You like me abusing your tight little pussy huh? Letting us use you however we want. Cairo exhales. “Tell me baby girl, you like me deep inside you, don’t you?”
“Yes…” I pant, broken between heavy breaths, my body bouncing up and down on Cairo’s dick.
Saint’s dark laugh rumbles against my back. “Good. ’Cause we’re not stopping. We’re gonna fuck every hole you have tonight—fill you and make you cum over and over. Bythe time we’re done with you, you’ll forget the name’s of every guy before us.”
I really hope that doesn’t include my ass. I don’t mind it, but it’s not exactly on my vision board. And Saint and Cairo feel like the kind of men who specialize in pushing boundaries until they feel like desires. But the real danger is liking it—because they’re already rewriting who I thought I was.
Cairo slams me down harder, his voice rough on my lips. “She’s already forgetting. Look at her—quivering, taking my cock like it’s already hers. Lift her head up, I want to see her pretty ass face.”
Saint pulls hair back until Cairo's eyes are all I can see—sweat sliding down his temples. His green daggers could cut glass, but the slow curve of his mouth turns the threat into something wickedly addictive. “You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, baby girl,” he murmurs, his voice rough—half warning, half promise, and all temptation.
I open my mouth to reply, but his mouth claims mine, our lips intertwined until my thoughts scatter. His strength hits me like a wave, stealing every ounce of control I thought I had. My body moves with his, bouncing hard and fast, every stroke pushing himself in deeper than the last, every thrust stealing more of my control.
Saint drives his finger in and out of me slowly, licking my neck long the way.Fuck,he feels so good. Cairo groans into my mouth, his words breaking against my lips. “Fuck, you’re so tight. You hear that? That’s your pussy getting wetter for me.”
His pace roughens, every thrust sharper, his voice a growl at my ear. “You’re mine baby girl. Say it—tell me how much you can’t get enough of this dick.”
Saint grabs me off Cairo with a rough urgency, tossing me onto the bed like he’s done letting him have even anothersecond of me. Cairo calling me his must’ve hit him wrong, and Saint looks like a man who intends to correct that.
Both stand over me, cocks in hand, stroking their heavy length. Saint spits into his palm, wrapping it around his thick, veiny cock, burning holes into my body. “You see this dick? I want it covered in your juices.” Sant demands. That was only a start, now it’s my turn to feel just how good that pussy really is.” If they keep talking to me like this I might come again from their words alone. And something tells me they’ll enjoy that too.
Cairo’s gaze drags down my body, stopping at my stomach, then lower—on my freshly waxed pussy dripping all over these expensive sheets. He steps forward, rubbing two fingers over my swollen bud, before slipping them into his mouth. His deep groan filthy. “Mmm… so sweet. But don’t worry, I’m not evencloseto being done with this pussy.”
Saint’s eyes burn into me, that look that says waiting has already broken a piece of him. His fingers in my ass clearly wasn’t enough—watching Cairo fuck me first when he was supposed too, me only wound him tighter.
“I’m gonna lay down,” Saint groans, rough with need, “and he’s going to put you on my cock, while you choke on his dick. You won’t cum until I say so… do you understand?”
Well, this won’t be easy. My eyes narrow, breath snagging, and I nod anyway.
Saint drops flat on his back, feet planted on the floor, cock throbbing upright. Cairo lifts me, lowering me onto Saint without waiting for me to adjust. My pussy tightens as Saint buries himself inside me, his hands grip my waist keeping me locked in place.
Facing Cairo, he presses his cock it to my mouth, tapping my lips with his wet tip. He shoves his cock into mouth,savoring the warmth. His chest flexes, head tipping back, neck straining with pleasure.
