He releases my throat, and his hand finds its way into my hair, tilting my head slightly upward, changing the angle so I can take more of him in. I’m breathing through my nose, trying not to choke, but like every time I suck his cock, tears stream down my face.
“Fuck, look at you, pumpkin. So, fucking beautiful choking on me,” Xander admires.
Clay slaps my ass over my ‘good girl’ tattoo, then rubs the heated spot. “It’s too tight, too fucking good. Fuck, babe, I think I’m going to come,” he grunts out.
“Fill her ass, love,” Xander states, thrusting into my mouth slowly, stroking my cheek with the hand that isn’t gripping my hair.
“Fuuuck,” Clay breathes out, warmth filling me.
He doesn’t pull out but stays inside me. His hand moves to my clit, and Joshua starts to thrust up into me from beneath.
I moan around Xander’s cock, the stretch so delicious, making it easy for me to come again. My pussy squeezes Joshua, and he moans beneath me before I feel him filling me too.
Xander pulls his cock out of my mouth at the same time Clay pulls out of my ass, the loss of them making me whimper. Then Joshua pulls me down to lick my nipple before Xander reaches out a hand and pulls me off him.
I stand beside the bed, and Clay comes up behind me, kissing my neck. “Your pretty little ass is everything,” he murmurs, one of his hands sliding down my side to my asshole, pushing a finger inside. “I could live in there.”
Xander leans in and kisses me deeply, pulling me to him by the small of my back, his cock pressing against my belly.
“Did you have enough, pumpkin?” he whispers against my lips.
I’m spent, but I crave him, so I whisper, “I need you too.”
He bends down and grabs me by the back of my thighs, lifting me to him. I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as he lowers me onto him.
“Dio,” I murmur into his ear, clinging to him. His piercings and girth drive me crazy.
He starts to gently thrust while lifting me up and down on his cock, his hands on my thighs.
“So fucking tight,” he grunts, moaning into my ear. “Fuck, Carolina.”
As I look over his shoulder, I see Clay and Joshua lounging on the bed watching as Xander fills me.
I cling to him, letting my head fall back, savoring every second of how he nearly pulls out and pushes back inside me. Suddenly, he pulls out completely and sets me back on my feet before turning me and pulling me back to his chest.
He whispers in my ear, “I need to have been in all of your holes today,” before I feel his dick pushing inside my ass.
Still stretched from the plug and Clay and lubed up with Clay’s cum, it’s easier than usual, but his cock, the piercings, and the stretch make me whimper. I grab the windowsill to hold myself up, leaning my upper body forward to make the angle easier for him.
“Fuck, this won’t last long,” he utters, his hand moving to the back of my head, grabbing my hair, and pulling me to him, making me arch my back. “You’re being such a good girl for me, for all of us. Now come one last time with my cock in your ass,” he commands, his other hand finding my clit while he slams into me.
“I can’t,” I whisper, being completely overstimulated and just hanging on, enjoying the feeling of him. But he seems to go deeper every time he pulls out and pushes back in.
I brace my hands even harder against the windowsill and hang on for dear life as he works me over into a panting, shuddering mess.
“Come,” he demands, pinching my clit, and my body seems to want to comply.
I come in long, drawn-out waves. My ass clenches around Xander, leaving him cursing and moaning. He waits until I am nearly done before finishing himself in several bone-rattlingthrusts that bury his dick so far inside me I can practically taste it.
Both of us are breathing hard, and I seriously question my ability to stand up straight if Xander were to let go of me.
His hands find my hips, pulling me closer, the grip nearly bruising. Then he pulls out and lifts my upper body to hold me close to his chest. “You’re absolutely perfect for me,” he whispers in my ear.
My knees nearly give out, and he lifts me bridal style, carrying me to the bed and laying me next to Joshua.
He leans in to give me a peck on the lips. “I’m going to get something to clean you up,” he whispers.
“No,” I protest, eyes closed. “Stay for a minute?”
