My body is hot and shivering. I’m desperate to tell them I want more, I want them to screw me. But my mouth is full with Jagger’s constant thrusts. Suddenly he reefs my head back with a handful of my hair so I’m staring up at him. “You’re a little too good at that.”
My breathing comes in ragged, strained breaths. “Does that mean you’re going to screw me now?” I get out, sounding like the little slut I am for them.
Cruz chuckles from behind me then slaps my ass. “So greedy.” His thumb is rubbing my juices over my clit as he moves his fingers in and out of me. It’s a delicious type of torture coupled with what Asher is doing to me. I’m overstimulated, but it only makes me want more.
Jagger takes my face in both his hands, my body practically limp as he holds me. I’m shivering all over, so damn close to tumbling. “I just wanted to watch you cum.”
Asher slides a finger through my juices then pulls his finger out of my ass and pushes two inside of me. Oh dear God. I see stars.
Jagger’s face blurs as my pussy convulses, sending wave after wave of pleasure rippling through my body. I cry into the room all sorts of incoherent sounds as my pussy pulses and squeezes around Cruz’s fingers.
Jagger’s lips are on mine, kissing me as I ride out my orgasm. It’s all too much and not enough at the same time.
When my trembling subsides, I feel Asher’s lips on my shoulder, placing rough kisses down my back as he pulls his finger out of me and moves away.
Cruz’s hands come to my hip, and he pulls me down onto his cock, filling my pussy in one move. His lips come to my neck, and he nips at me, biting and sucking as he pumps in and out of me in a way that makes my head spin. There’s no time to recover from my first orgasm as my pussy starts to pulse again, the piercings on his cock rubbing me in the most wonderful way.
Asher returns with a wicked grin on his pretty face and a giant bottle of lube. That would make me blush under normal circumstances, but with Cruz’s cock pumping in and out of me and Jagger stroking his cock just inches away, I’m pretty sure we’re past feeling any shame about this fucked-up little scenario.
I watch as Asher strips off his pants. His body is so damn gorgeous it’s hard to take my eyes off him. Especially when he squirts some of the lube in his hand then starts to stroke his cock. His eyes come back to mine, and he winks at me, all fucking charming. “You ready for me, princess?”
I nod, no words able to form. I’m just a body right now, a quivering mess that wants so badly to be filled.
He lies down on the sofa, his cock still in his hand.
Cruz’s hands come to either side of my waist, and he lifts me off his cock, helping to reposition me, so I’m facing Asher, legs spread wide.
Asher takes my weight as I practically fall over him with my hands bound at my front. I slide my dripping pussy over his hardlength, my clit lighting up with every stroke. He stares down at me, brushing my hair off my sweaty forehead. “Fuck, I love you,” he mutters as he guides me back down, his cock taking the place of Cruz’s, filling my pussy.
I moan as a response. It’s not an I-love-you, but it still makes his eyes light up.
He takes hold of my ass and pumps into me a few more times, rolling his hips as he goes. His every movement is deliberate, stretching me and making me want so much more.
Then I feel Jagger settle in behind me, his calloused hands running up my bare thighs, as he spreads my ass cheeks. I can only imagine the view he’s getting watching his brother fuck me. This is so damn dirty but so damn good at the same time.
Cruz tosses him the lube, and I feel as he squirts it over my asshole and pussy.
Asher’s thrusts become more slippery as I’m smothered in the stuff. Then he stills, taking my face in his hands. “Are you ready?” he asks.
I’m not sure I could ever be. But I nod anyway because I want this, no matter how messed up that makes me.
Jagger’s lips brush over my earlobe. “I need to hear you say it, flower.”
“I want both of you to screw me,” I whisper, my voice so breathy it’s barely audible, but it must be enough for them because I feel Jagger move his body just a little and the press of his cock at my pussy entrance.
Cruz’s hand comes to my chin, his cock thick and hard not far from my face. “Concentrate on me, baby,” he tells me, brushing the tip of his cock over my open lips. He tastes of me, and that only makes all of this hotter.
I open my mouth wider, giving him the go-ahead to fuck it however he wants.
Jagger’s teeth sink into my shoulder as his cock pushes deeper inside me, stretching me. “Such a dirty girl for us, aren’t you, flower? Begging to have all three of us at once, desperate for us to stretch your tight little holes.”
“Hmmm,” I hiss around Cruz’s cock. They make me their dirty girl, I just can’t help myself with them. My fingernails dig into Asher’s bare chest. I’m sandwiched in between the three of them, their bodies so damn close to me I should feel claustrophobic, but I’m in heaven. And like it knows what to do, my body opens up for them. The stretch burning at first but as they ease in and out of me, the fullness becomes addictive, a high I want to chase.
“That’s it, princess. Fuck, you have no idea how hot this is.” I feel the graze of Asher’s lips on my breast, nipping and kissing me. My body is in sensory overload, my orgasm building like crazy.
Cruz’s movements get more frantic, and I do my best to take his thrusts, but saliva dribbles down my chin and my eyes well with tears. And right as he loses his load down the back of my throat, I cry out, my pussy convulsing around the boys’ cocks, pleasure rocketing through me I have never experienced. Wave after wave of euphoria washes over every inch of my body. I feel alive like never before.
Jagger shifts behind me, but I’m too out of it to know what he’s doing until I feel his cock at my asshole, wet and slippery. He pushes his way deep inside me, my orgasm still going as he rides out his own with a grunt that tells me he’s cumming inside me.
