Page 67 of Carnival Mayhem

“You ready, angel?” My voice is low and rough, and I can’t hide the edge of my own need.

“I want you, Colt. I want to feel you inside me. Please.” Flora’s words send a shot of desire straight to my dick.

Slowly, carefully, I position myself at her entrance. Nash kneels in front of her, stroking himself as he watches our every move. He’s breathing heavily, his eyes burning with need.

I trail my hand down her spine, feeling the graceful slope of her back, before curling my fingers around her hip. She’s trembling slightly, and I wish I could erase the fear that lingers within her.

“Take a breath and relax, Flora. We’re gonna go slow. Remember, you’re safe with me.” Leaning forward, I kiss her shoulder softly, and her skin is warm beneath my lips. “Trust me.”

She nods and takes a steadying breath. “Okay. I’m ready.”

Guiding myself with my hand, I push into her slowly, feeling her tightness stretch around me with the dildo in her ass. “That’s it, angel. So fucking perfect.”

Easing in, I take my time to watch her reactions, not wanting to hurt her. “You doing good? Tell me if I need to stop.”

“No, don’t stop. It’s okay.”

Hearing that, I push further, letting her adjust to my length. Pulling my hand from her hip, I move it down, rubbing slow circles around her clit. “You feel so damn tight with that dildo in your ass, Flora. Taking me so perfectly.”

I begin to move, slowly at first, dragging my length almost all the way out before pushing back in, finding a rhythm that has her rocking back into me.

Nash's voice is deep and rough as he leans closer. “That’s right, little bird. Embrace what he’s offering. It feels amazing, doesn’t it?”

She whimpers, nodding. “Yes.”

Nash kneels, his dick hard and straining. A rush of desire shoots through me, seeing him like that.

“Can I?” Her voice is hesitant. “Can I suck your cock, Nash?”

Jesus, the words coming out of her mouth drive me crazy.

“Are you sure, little bird?” His voice is hoarse, and he reaches out, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “We don’t want to overwhelm you.”

Flora nods, her eyes dropping to his cock and then back up to meet his gaze. “I want to.”

Nash’s breath hitches. “Fuck.”

Then he’s shifting forward to rest his dick against her lips. “Take it slow, okay? If it’s too much, just use your hand to push me away.”

“Mmm,” she hums, leaning toward him.

Nash groans as her lips wrap around him, and he threads his fingers into her hair, holding her gently.

Fuck, the sight of Flora taking Nash into her mouth has my cock twitching inside her. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this—the heat of needing her mixed with the rush of letting go of control.

I curl my hand around the nape of her neck as I thrust into her, watching Nash’s face. Every emotion I feel is mirrored in his expression. He watches her mouth on his cock, like he can’t get enough. Every time she moves, his eyes flutter closed, and small sounds escape his throat.

“You’re doing so good, Flora. So fucking amazing.” I groan, my voice harsh in the room, and my hips stutter as I fight the urge to be rougher.

Nash’s eyes lift to meet mine, and I see my need reflected in his rich brown eyes.

“Damn, Flora. Your mouth was made to suck cock.” Nash’s voice is gruff as he holds her head, guiding her.

I laugh harshly, my hips stilling as I fight to stay in control. “No shit. She was fucking made to take us both in all holes.”

Flora whimpers around Nash’s length. Everything about her response is pure perfection. Every single muscle in her body is designed to take us. I wish I could erase every bad thing that happened to her in her past.

Nash’s eyes are on me and that same need, that longing between us. Our connection is like a live wire crackling with electricity.

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