Crack!
Crack!
"Good girl. And good girls go to therapy, don't they?"
Crack!
"YES, SIR!"
He pulls the last two off, one right after the other, and I mirror his actions. With one more slap, I come undone—wetness shooting out of me like a rocket as my pussy convulses. Pure ecstasy washes over and inside me.
"That's a good girl. Come for me. Come all over your Sir's cock."
I can't make sense of any sounds or language coming from my mouth anymore. It's a cacophony of arousal in this room. And I know this is my room, but I'm both lost and found right here.
I'm seen.
I'm gone.
I'm me.
I'm him.
I'm thrown—pushed forward without warning and flipped on my back. "Clean her up, prince. Then make her messy again."
Through hazy, lust-induced vision, I see my sir pull out the dildo and set it to the side. Jay, still blindfolded, hastily shuffles down and searches for my core, latching onto my sex like a leech, sucking every drop and licking the slick streams clean. Fuck, it feels good. Sinful.
My eyes roll forward from their position in the back of my head at the moan coming from Jay, and I watch Marco pull out of him, just to slam back into him. Jay's on his knees, elbows to the mattress as he spreads my thighs wide.
"That's a good boy. Give her what she needs."
"Yes, Sir," he gasps, like he's coming up for air after being underwater. Going straight to my clit, he flicks his taut tongue over it relentlessly, and then slides in two fingers, rubbing, scratching my G-spot. My eyes shut and my hands fit in Jay's thick, silky hair.
"Good. Grind yourself into his face. Use him, princess. He's mine and I want you to use him."
"Thank you, Sir," I whine.
Crack!
Crack!
Crack!
The paddle sounds off as Jay flinches and digs his teeth into me. "I'm so proud of you, prince. Taking care of our princess. Taking me. Letting us use your body like this." Jay nods his head swiftly in agreement, adding to my pleasure, but he doesn't stop. He keeps shaking his head, driving me wild. "Make her come right now. I want both of you to come." I watch as Marco kneads Jay's tight ass with his strong fingers, using him as leverage to thrust hard and deep.
My next orgasm drops like a sack of bricks, knocking the wind from my lungs. Silently screaming but unable to take in more air, my body spasms involuntarily, and Jay laps at my pussy as I squirt all over his face.
"Yes, yes! I'm gonna—ungh!" Jay groans, resting his forehead against my simmering core. I can feel his hot breath dance along my skin.
"Good boy. Give it all to me," Marco praises, thrusting at each word. Then all his muscles flex and he throws his head back. He groans so loud and proud that I'm going to be dreaming about that sound for the rest of my life. He fills Jay and slows his movements. His muscles relax and I watch his chest rise and fall. It's not often Marco is fully naked with us in a scene, but when he is, like right now, it's like a gift. Sweat covers his body, just like ours, but instead of it coming from pain, it's coming from exertion—because this man put in the work just now.
Jay settles his body next to mine and he holds my hand to his mouth. Not sure if he moved himself or Marco did, but our sir finally removes Jay’s blindfold. I feel a tender kiss from a bearded face, and I inhale his scent. Sweat. Lavender. Sandalwood. It only adds to the floating feeling I'm riding on.
"I'll be right back. Stay here and relax," Marco whispers to us.
The feeling of a warm, wet cloth caressing my sex and thighs wakes me. He makes us sit up and drink water, then lovingly rubs the pain-relieving gel on our bottoms. He kisses us all over our backs and down our legs, murmuring sweet things to his prince and princess. When the gels soaks in, he maneuvers us so we lay on our sides, each laying our heads on either side of his chest. His arms wrap around our shoulders as we hold hands over Marco's heart.
"Is that what you were looking for, sweetheart?"
