They take turns to capture my pussy in their mouths, sucking up my wetness with such dominance I can do nothing but give them more.
Kellan captures my clit between his teeth, keeping me captive while the tip of his tongue brushes my swollen bead until I can’t form a coherent thought.
They hold me in place by the weight of their hands and their mouths on my body as they feast on me. The wet, obscene sounds vibrate through my bones, and every time Kellan or Nolan pauses to breathe, Oren’s tongue dips inside, greedy for more of me.
Then Kellan pulls away, and Nolan claims my thighs, holding them open so wide it aches. He moves slowly, experimentally, like he’s mapping new territory.
Nolan’s nose nudges the soft crease at the top of my leg. His tongue swirls along the slick seam, past my clit, lower. He laps at the entrance of my core, his tongue pressing in and out, driving me insane until his growl sends a vibration directly into my soul and upends me immediately.
Oren makes me come next. His teasing is so brutal, I cry with desperation, begging him and calling him a bastard in the same breath. He flicks my clit a hundred times over, while his thumb slips up and down my slit, never going deeper than the shallow part of my opening. When I come inside his mouth, he sucks up my juices as if I’m the best thing he’s tasted.
Kellan tortures me slowly, deliberately. He takes the whole of my pussy into his mouth, then leaves me empty and wanting. He towers over my body and presses his fully erect cock into my drenched center. Holding himself up on his hands, he lets me raise my hips until I can brush my clit against his clothed cock. My god. I’ve lost all sense of modesty as I shamelessly make myself come, soaking his tracksuit pants.
But I need more. I need to taste them now. They answer my need, and soon my knees sink into the thick rug in the presidential suite, the soft ocean breeze slipping through the sheer curtains and cooling my flushed skin.
Kellan, Nolan, and Oren stand in front of me. They removed their T-shirts, and their cocks strained hard and aggressively against their track pants.
My god. My heart thuds at the clothed size of them. I can’t imagine what seeing them completely naked will do to me.
But then the color of their gray track pants darkens around the heads of their shafts. My eyes widen, my mouth waters. My nipples, still damp from their mouths, pebble into even harder beads, and my clit pulses with greed, wetness seeping from my pussy as if I didn’t just come nearly a thousand times before.
I need to taste them.
My heart pounds so loudly I’m sure they can hear it. This is my first time doing anything like this, and the reality of it hits me all at once—three of them, all for me.
I open my mouth to say something, then close it when they slip their hands into their track pants and unearth their cocks. I almost flip over backward from my kneeling position.
I don’t think I’ve seen anything more beautiful. Decorated with thick, ropey veins, their cocks are pure masterpieces. I’m fascinated by them, and I want to hold them, kiss them with reverence.
But they are also big. Huge. Yet my tongue tingles. My jaw tells me that if I open wide enough, I can take them. My pussy insists I’m wet enough that if they penetrate me, I’ll let them go as deep inside me as they want.
Nolan’s voice is low and steady as he holds his cock out to me and layers my lip with his pre-cum. “Take your time, sweetheart.”
I nod. I’m a bundle of nerves and excitement together, and they twist against each other until I want to run away from fear of not pleasing them while also wanting to suck them whole inside me, until I can taste them in my veins.
I wrap my fingers around Kellan’s thick length. The heaviness of his shaft is staggering. They all three could pin me down and keep me down with their cocks alone.
I lean in and run my tongue slowly up the underside, tasting him. Dear god. My body sizzles with fresh greed as he lets out a quiet groan, as his cock jerks in my hand from the touch of my mouth.
I need more and do the same to Nolan and Oren. Their growls are like music to my ears, and I’d only just licked them.
Emboldened, I swirl my tongue around each of their swollen heads, then open my mouth wide and take each of them inside.
Do I have to go back to normal after this?
Chapter Twelve
Clover
They fill my mouth, and I gag, but I ignore my reflexes and switch instead to gentle sucking until my breath returns, and I start all over again.
I bob my head up and down and side to side. My pace grows voracious the more pre-cum they leak onto my tongue.
The soft, wet sounds I make ignite more fire inside me, and before long, I’m taking them down my tongue until they touch the back of my throat.
Kellan’s hand threads into my hair, pulling at my roots and sending shock waves to my pussy. I press my thighs together hard, as if I can make myself come again.
But then Oren reaches for my nipple. He brushes against them softly, driving me insane. My clit is on fire. I spread my knees apart, dying for a cool breeze to wash over me.
