He grins at me, and meeting my eyes, sinks down until his lips find my core. My back bows as he swirls his tongue around my clit and then flattens it there, sucking hard enough to make me cry out and clench my hands in the sheets.
“Say my name for me, crumpet,” Wylan says against my core. “I gotta win. You know me.”
I open my mouth, though I’m not sure if I’m about to say his name or not. Whatever I’m about to say, I don’t get a chance to. Felix is there, his hard cock pressing against my lips, silencing me.
“Well played,” Wylan laughs, the vibrations shooting into my core and making my toes curl.
Felix strokes inside my throat gently, groaning above me as my lips and tongue caress him. My back arches to give me a better angle. I’m desperate for more, eager for it, as my men tend to me.
All except Dagen.
“You joining in, Foxxie?” Wylan asks him.
“In a moment,” Dagen answers. “I want to enjoy the sight first.”
Wylan’s tongue strokes against my clit and then dips down and penetrates me, swirling around my opening. My thighs threaten to clench, but Wylan keeps my knees apart with his strong hands, keeping me from fighting him.
“I need inside you,” he groans before he presses a finger inside me and curls it. I gasp around Felix’s cock. He takes advantage and sinks deeper, groaning at the feeling of my throat squeezing him. “Let’s make it easy access, yeah?” Wylan says as he leans back and grabs my hips.
Felix pulls out of my mouth to allow Wylan to flip me to my hands and knees and without waiting for me to adjust, he’s already pressing back in, his hand in my hair as he presses in so deep, my nose flattens against his pelvic bone. My eyes water, but before I can gag, he pulls out, letting me breathe before repeating the action.
“Fuck,” Dagen groans as he starts to unbutton his slacks. “You take him so deep, little bird. I like the way he disappears in your throat.”
Why is that so hot? I should be stopping this wanton display, but here I am, eager for more. I wiggle my ass as Felix continues to slowly fuck my throat, hoping that Wylan gets the hint.
A hand strokes my ass, strong fingers caressing as the bed shifts.
“You’re gonna say my name first, crumpet,” Wylan groans. “I just know it.” His cock presses against my entrance, rubbing around in my wetness, teasing. “Oh, fuck. You’re so ready for me.”
He slams inside me without warning, making me cry out around Felix’s cock. Felix presses in deeper, holding me there until I gag and then pulls out all the way, letting me scream as Wylan slams inside me so hard, it jolts me forward on the bed. I don’t get a chance to scream his name because Felix is there again, stroking inside with one fluid stroke. My hands clench in the sheets as the both of them give and take, pounding inside me until my eyes start to roll back, until my pussy clenches and I explode, quivering with my release. Neither one of them stop, their moans and words of encouragement filling the air.
“Such a good crumpet,” Wylan groans, his hands tight on my waist. “Taking us so deep, letting us brand your soul with our cocks.” He slams inside me again. “You’re never going to forget us, are you?”
I couldn’t answer if I wanted to. Felix presses me against his pelvic bone again, cutting off my air, leaving me to quiver as he fucks my throat.
Another pair of hands stroke down my spine, around my ribs, cupping my breasts. Dagen, I realize, as he leans in and starts to whisper in my ear.
“Look how beautiful you are,” he purrs. “You were made for us, little bird.” His hands stroke my throat as Felix presses in, feeling it expand. He moans in frustration. “Fuck, I can feel him in there, filling it up. How badly do you want to be stretched, Ava?”
I reach for him, wrapping my hand around his cock, stroking him. Last time we had sex, he worshiped me, let me control it. This time, I’m giving all control up to them. He seems to understand that.
His other hand traces down my spine and caresses my ass, before sliding down, down, down and pressing against my back entrance.
“I’m going to enjoy stretching this,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m going to enjoy feeling one of the others as they fill you up, as we stroke against one another inside you. Would you like that?”
Felix pulls out to let me answer and I vigorously nod my head. “Please.”
Dagen smiles. “Switch.”
Wylan slams inside me one more time before pulling out of me and moving. “Let me fuck that throat, love,” he groans. “Taste yourself here.” He presses his cock against my lips, rubbing the tip there, spreading my own taste along them.
Felix lays on the bed and picks me up, positioning me over his lap so I straddle his waist. Slowly, I sink down on his hard cock, his head tipping back in ecstasy as I bottom out. His hands come around my back and force me down so that my ass is in the air. And then he holds still.
“Use the safe word if you need to,” Dagen murmurs as he positions himself behind me between Felix’s legs.
Dagen’s hand strokes down my spine and then presses against my back entrance again. One finger presses in, stretching me. I moan, tipping my forehead against Felix’s collarbone as Dagen tests me.
“So tight,” Dagen groans, adding another finger and slowly adjusting me.
