Page 59 of Carnival Mayhem

“Take every inch,” I grit out, my hands tightening in his hair. “Gonna fuck that pretty throat until you’re gagging on my cock.”

His hands grip my thighs harder, holding on as I thrust into his mouth.

“Fuck, you’re such a good boy,” I praise. “Suck my cock, Nash. Show me how much you love it.”

His throat relaxes around me, and I slide deeper, finally reaching the back. I groan at the wet, tight heat engulfing me, my hips stuttering.

“You like that, baby?” I ask. “My dick in that pretty throat, making you gag.”

Nash moans again in response, his eyes now hazy with lust.

“That’s right,” I grit out. “I’m gonna make such a mess in that slutty mouth of yours.”

Nash’s throat works around me as he tries to swallow my length, his eyes fluttering shut, lost in the sensations. His hands move from my thighs to grip my ass, pulling me even deeper into his mouth.

“Yeah, you love that, don’t you?” I tease, holding him in place as I thrust. “Sucking my cock like a good little slut.”

The dirty words spill from my mouth, fueled by the sight of Nash on his knees, worshipping my cock. It’s too much, and I feel my balls draw tight with the need to come.

“Fuck, I’m close,” I warn, my hips stuttering as I thrust into his mouth. “Gonna paint that pretty mouth with my cum, cover those lips with my load.”

Nash moans again, the sound vibrating through my cock. His throat convulses as he gags, and the sensation sends me over the edge. I spill into his mouth with a harsh groan, my hips moving frantically as I fill him with my release.

Nash swallows every drop, his hands gripping my ass tighter. I feel his throat working as he takes my load, his eyes squeezed shut, his cheeks hollowed around my dick still.

I pull out slowly, my cock finally softening as I catch my breath. Nash keeps his eyes closed, sucking in deep breaths, his hand still wrapped around his own cock. I can see the precum beading at the tip, his heavy length straining for release.

“Look at me, Nash.” My voice is low and commanding, and his eyes slowly blink open, hazy with pleasure. “Finish what you started, baby. Come for me.”

His pupils are blown wide with lust, his full lips swollen from sucking my cock. I lean down, wrapping my hand around his length, stroking him firmly.

Nash moans, his head falling back as I fist his cock. I stroke him hard and fast, needing to see him lose control.

“That’s my good boy,” I encourage, my voice soothing. “Come for me, let it go.”

It only takes a few more tugs on his cock before his body goes rigid, his release painting my hand and his stomach. His hips stutter as he rides out his orgasm, a string of curses spilling from his mouth.

I keep stroking him through his release, drawing out every last drop until he finally goes limp, completely spent. He remains on the floor, chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath. I step back, letting him recover.

“Fuck, that was hot,” Flora says, drawing my attention to our pretty angel, who is sitting on the sofa with her fingers in her cunt. And I know this night is going to be a very long one.

27

NASH

“Did we wake you?” My voice cuts through the heavy silence.

Flora stretches languidly on the sofa, her fingers still buried between her legs, her flushed skin damp with desire. “You did. All that grunting was hard to ignore. Don’t worry, I’m glad I caught the show.” A mischievous smile plays on her lips as her eyes flick between Colt and me. “I can’t wait until you two finally fuck each other in the ass.”

Colt’s eyes spark with heat, his gaze lingering on me momentarily. I know he wants it, too.

“Is this silly pretense that you don’t want each other over?” Flora’s question hangs in the air.

I glance at Colt. It’s time to stop hiding, to give in. I approach him, reaching out to trace his jawline with my fingertip. “It’s over,” I murmur. “We both want you, Flora. And we want each other, too.”

Colt’s eyes darken as he pulls me toward him, his mouth crashing against mine. It’s a kiss laden with pent-up desire, the taste of him familiar and yet indescribably intoxicating. Our lips move in sync, our tongues tangling in a desperate dance.

Flora watches us. “I knew it,” she breathes, her fingers again moving between her legs. “I want to watch you take each other.”

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