“You take him so well, Kali,” Gedeon praised. I had to blink a few times to focus on him so close and yet so far from us. “I wish you could see how your pussy swallows him.”
I reached toward him, my arm snaking across the glass, coming up empty as he stood too far. “Gedeon.”
“That’s right.” He rubbed his thick bottom lip, the motion smooth and graceful, like a predator stalking his prey. “You know who to pray to.”
“Please,” I begged without a clue as for what. “I?—”
Zion rammed inside me, particularly roughly. It wrenched a gasp from my lungs, my peripheral blackening, the squelching sounds of our bodies slapping together setting me aflame.
“Yes?” Gedeon quirked a dark eyebrow, the fog beating against the window casting shadows on his face, covering him in creatures sculpted out of smoke and the absence of light. “Is Zion not enough for you?”
“I—” The answer evaded me. The only conclusion I could reach was that my body cravedmore. “Please.”
He hummed. “If you are not going to speak up, I guess you don’t really need your mouth, do you?” Striding toward us, he barked, “Zion, on your knees.”
“Godsdamnit,” he muttered through clenched teeth. Yet holding on to me, he backed us a few steps and lowered to the ground.
With my clothing limiting my range of motion, I caught myself on all fours, whimpering from Zion spreading my legs apart as far as they would go?—
He plunged back inside. “You’re not flying anywhere now.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed Peter’s head facing us. An unrestrained giggle rocked through me, and I contracted around Zion.
He slowed. “Fuuuck.”
A fist yanked on my hair and forced me to look up. Gedeon’s jaw feathered as he crouched down before me.
“What’s so funny, hmm?” Hepulled, unraveling my high bun and gripping my strands at the roots.
My scalp prickled from a thousand needles, but still, I tried to match Zion’s thrusts. “Peter is watching us,” I murmured before falling into a fit of snickers.
Gedeon tilted his head aside. “You like the notion of my father witnessing you getting railed?”
“He can’t,” I cried out as Zion switched the angle, locating the small area on my inner walls that made my thoughts grow incoherent. “He’s dead,” I rasped between my pants.
“Precisely. It’s just me and Zion here.” Gedeon’s knuckles brushed down my cheek, the caress feather-light. “If only you could see how lovely you look stuffed full of him.”
“Heavenly.” Zion emphasized it with a snap of his hips, driving me mad. “Like your pussy was made for us.”
Gedeon tipped my chin up. “Now show me that pink tongue of yours. I want to see the mouth that belongs to me.”
I did as told, opening wide, and his hum of approval shot straight between my thighs.
His thumb pushed my tongue back inside, pressing on it hard enough for my eyes to water. Saliva pooled in my mouth as I fought the instinct to gag.
“You will choke on my cock,” he stated, not asked. “You will also swallow my cum, but if you miss a single drop, you won’t get to come. Am I clear?”
I curled the sides of my tongue around his digit, trying to suck, to tease him, and the responding sound that rumbled from his chest…
It slickened Zion’s pounding.
Tugging his finger free, Gedeon caught me under my armpits and hauled me up, until my back collided with Zion’s front.
Catching me before I could sway, Zion paused his destruction. “Will you be good and lick him until he explodes?” He punctuated his question with the slide of his dick, dragging it out and pushing back in torturously slowly.
My brain had dissolved into goo, yet my vocal cords exerted their opinion as I promised, “Yes.”
Rising to his full height, Gedeon leaned against the window again. “Take out my cock.”
