Page 51 of Princes of Hollywood

“She’s so fucking tight.” Roarke sits against the wall. He unbuttons his pants and releases his cock. “Squeezing all around my fingers. Fuck, poppet, I can’t wait to have you squeeze around my cock.”

My pussy pulses around Wyatt’s fingers. I’ve seen Roarke’s cock on screen, but it seems even larger in real life. He strokes his hand down it and I want to touch him, feel the smooth skin under my palm, taste his salty cum on my tongue.

When I wet my lips, Roarke groans.

Wyatt’s tongue flicks my nipple as he thrusts his fingers in and out of my pussy, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. That warm beach smell surrounds me as his hair tickles my chin. My gaze stays on Roarke’s hand slowly working his cock.

Leaving my nipple with a kiss, Wyatt lowers to his knee. He spreads me obscenely wide, pushing my knees out, and stares at my wet, glistening pussy. Anticipation swells inside me. I bite my lip waiting, wanting, aching.

When he leans in, my breath catches, and he presses his tongue inside my entrance. Moaning, I arch against his mouth. Fuck, I’ve never felt like this in my life. I’m burning for more.

These men are giving me pleasure without taking it from me. It’s heady.

My gaze falls on Roarke’s hard cock and his hand that pumps it. Wyatt’s tongue explores before he sucks on my clit. He thrusts his two fingers back inside me before stretching me to slide in a third.

“Wyatt!” I can’t stop the wave that crashes over me, taking me under as he thrusts his fingers deep inside me. I scramble to get away from the sensation as it becomes too much again, but his hand on my hip keeps me under his onslaught.

“Sweet poppet, let go.” Roarke’s voice draws me as my heart races.

Wyatt tips me over the edge again, making me fly. My pussy gushes my release as my moan fills the air. Roarke groans as he comes. His cum falls on his hand, making me want to taste it. My pussy convulses around Wyatt’s fingers as he holds them inside. He lifts his glistening mouth and smiles knowingly. His hazel eyes sparkle.

“Not just you, Roarke.” Wyatt glances over but doesn’t seem disturbed by Roarke jacking off behind him.

Roarke takes the towel and wipes his cock off. He stands and offers me his hand with his cum on it. “I’m clean, poppet. Taste it.”

Wyatt’s fingers pump inside me as I hold Roarke’s gaze and lick his cum from his finger. I give a little shiver at the salty taste. Needing more, I take hold of his wrist and clean his hand, licking and sucking on his fingers.

“Fuck me.” Wyatt covers my pussy with his mouth and sucks.

I moan as I come again. A small wave hits me and I just want to curl up and sleep. He slips his fingers from me and licks my slick from them.

“So fucking sweet.”

Roarke helps me stand before he takes off my swim top. I’m sure my eyes are hooded. They could ask me to do anything right now and I would. I’m not even sure I’d regret it.

Wyatt draws my back against his front, and I gladly give him my weight. My knees try to give out. My legs tremble, barely able to support me. His hand strokes over my stomach and up to cup my breast. I sigh softly. I could get used to this.

Roarke strips. Every inch of him hard and sculpted muscle. He takes my hand and brings me into the shower. For a second, I’m confused. I assumed he’d fuck me; after all, he’s still hard.

Instead, Roarke lathers the soap in his hands before rubbing it all over my body. Curious, I tentatively reach out to touch his pecs. When he doesn’t tell me to stop, I follow the hills and valleys of his body, mesmerized by the way the muscles tense, twitch, and relax beneath my fingertips. His skin is hot to the touch, making me want to lean into his heat.

His slippery hand slides between my legs, and my gaze darts up to his.

“Just being thorough, poppet.” He grins and spins me to face the wall, trailing his hands over my ass, sliding one between my ass cheeks. “Tell me, has anyone fucked your ass?”

I lean my forehead against the tile as his soapy fingers stroke around my asshole, adding kindling to the raging fire within.

“No,” I whisper.

He pulls my back flush against his front. His hard cock presses into my soft flesh. “Good.”

He rinses me and then shampoos and conditions my hair. Turning off the shower, he opens the door, and Wyatt holds a towel for me. My cheeks burn as I realize I’m naked with these two men. They both went down on me and made me come multiple times, while I’ve done nothing in return. It’s always been expected.

Wyatt tips my chin up and studies my eyes. “What’s wrong, kitten?”

“You didn’t…” My gaze drops to his erection.

“This wasn’t about me, kitten. Or even Roarke.” He rubs the towel over me. “This was for you. If you don’t want to take it any further, that’s up to you. But right now, I’m sure you’ve got a lot on your mind. So let’s go have lunch with my sister.”

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