Page 105 of Pervade London
Those words shot into me like those flames bursting up from the hearth.
No,don’t mention one of us leaving. Not now. Not after this.
I went to rise.
James held me still. “If you leave, this moment will never be repeated.”
The pleasure they brought was too intense to resist. I managed a nod of resignation, and then spread my thighs for Xavier. He sunk between my legs and resumed his brilliant suckling. I refused to give up these precious moments I had earned by staying.
And we’d only just begun…
I ran my tongue over my lips, my face flushing with the vulnerability I felt. I squeezed my internal muscles tightly, knowing they’d see my yearning for them there…a silent plea to be taken.
James rose to his feet and removed his trousers. His thick, erect cock was exquisitely lined with veins, the purple head shiny with a bead of pre-cum.
He saw me staring. “Are you ready for my brand of fucking?”
I didn’t know what that meant, but I wanted it. My head crashed onto the bed and at that moment nothing else mattered but giving myself over to them.
“Get undressed,” he ordered Xavier.
Xavier slipped his pants off and was soon standing naked with his erection devastatingly hard and rising to almost touch his abdomen.
He stroked his cock. “You want us both, Em?” he asked, his voice husky.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Are you sure you know what you’re asking?” said James. “Your pussy stretched around us as you scream our names?”
“I need it, please.” I moaned.
James slid a finger into me.
Bucking, I responded to the tightness as he added another finger. I squirmed with delight at the sensation of being finger-fucked so brilliantly.
Xavier leaned in and grabbed my left breast, squeezing the nipple, shooting an electric jolt into the bud as his mouth captured it, his fingers pinching the other nipple with determined tweaks. Pleasure rippled through me as though a fine-tuned string was connected all the way down to my sex.
His hand was nudged away by James whose mouth clamped down on my other breast, his tongue matching Xavier’s swirl for swirl as they both possessed an areola each, greedily nipping, their mouths drawing in and letting go.
Crying out at the intensity, my hand reached around and pressed the backs of their heads to hold them in place against my breasts, wallowing in this carnal play.
I reached low.
James’ hand caught my wrist to stop me. “Did we give permission for you touch yourself?” he asked.
With ease, they flipped me over onto my chest and strong hands lifted my butt in the air. James picked up his belt and brought the leather up behind me. With Xavier gripping my wrists together and my ass in the air I was helpless to pull away. I clenched my jaw, preparing for the first strike.
A warm hand examined my buttocks, running over the smooth skin as though testing its endurance.
Strike.
I jolted forward as the agony shot into my flesh and then I froze as the warmth flooded my skin.
“You’ve been naughty, Em,” James taunted. “Show me you accept your punishment.”
“What did I do?” I shot him a defiant look.
“That note, for one thing.”
