Page 153 of A Ballad of Betrayal and Beauty

“Lay her down, head off the edge of the bed here,” I say, pointing in front of me.

Joel guides Dusty over, her eyes dark and wild as they linger. She shuffles her way to the edge of the bed where I stand over her. I reach forward and pinch her tiny nipples and she sucks in a breath but it has the desired effect and distracts her from Joel. He kneels between her legs and with a quick push forward, buries his face in her pussy.

“Oh my god!” Dusty cries out, and I watch for a minute as she squirms, her hands twisting in the bed sheets. Joel wraps his arms around her hips to pin her to the bed as she begins to thrust and I gently tap her cheek. Her eyes fly open and she looks straight up at me, her gaze darting between me and my cock.

“Tap my leg if it gets too much,” I say. “Open up.”

She does, and I begin to fuck her mouth. Hot, sweet warmth envelops me. Bliss, absolute bliss. I can tell she’s trying to concentrate, but Joel’s tongue brings her closer and closer to the edge and her rhythm starts to falter. I love the way I can feel her losing control. My cock hits the back of her throat, her saliva coating every inch of me. I can’t wait to sink myself into her but these things take time.

Her toes start to flex and her legs shake and while I could keep fucking her mouth, I want to see her come for him. I pull myself free and sink to my knees next to her head.

“Come for him,” I whisper. “Show him how much you love his tongue in your cunt.”

She looks at me and tries to lift her head but I pin her to the bed, watching as her eyes roll back and a great trembling takes over her body.

“Oh fuck!” she cries. “Fuck! I’m coming!”

Her whole body shakes. She breathes hot in my ear, her pants sharp. Then she does something I’m not expecting. She grabs hold of my neck and kisses me. Moaning against my lips she devours me and I return the favor. My hands wind through her hair, our tongues clashing beautifully as I reach down to caress her chest. This is where we want her. That place where your brain turns off and you simply do what feels good.

Society and its “rules” don’t have a place in here with what we’re doing. And while I may call her a slut and a whore behind closed doors, I’ll kill any motherfucker who attempts the same. Those names are from my lips only because only then will she know that she can be whatever version of herself she wants to be. If she wants to play the good girl/innocent angel, I’ll love her. But if she wants to be the wanton, sex-crazed nympho who fucks two guys at once? I’ll encourage that all day long.

“You’re so filthy,” I say against her lips. “I love you so fucking much.”

I kiss her again and she gasps out loud, her body contorting before we both look down at Joel whose smirking like it’s his birthday. At my quizzical glance, he shrugs. “Just getting the backdoor ready.”

I look back down at Dusty and give her another passionate kiss. “You hear that, sweetheart? You’re about to feel so good you forget your own name.”

CHAPTER45

Sexual Healing

DUSTY

Ihardly know which way is up or down anymore. All I know is that I’m lifted and tossed around. Caressed and touched in the most beautiful and pleasurable ways. Key’s filthy degradation and Joel’s praise take me to levels I never even knew existed. All I want is to be good for them. To let them do whatever they want with me because there is a single truth that I know: I trust them with my entire being.

I trust them with my heart. My body. My mind. And I would do anything for them. My gorgeous men.

“Time to show me how wet your pussy is after it’s been thoroughly licked,” Key says, and I shiver.

He grabs me, gentler than I expect, and rolls me on top of him. My legs straddle his waist and I sigh at the touch of my soaked pussy on his stomach. He maneuvers me a bit then he holds both sides of my face.

“I’m going to fuck you now,” he says, his eyes intent on mine.

I nearly sob with desire. “Yes,” I whisper. “Please . . . please!”

I sink onto him and nearly come from that alone. It’s as if the universe knew exactly what I needed because he fits inside me so perfectly I wonder how I ever survived without him. Our desperate quickie after years apart was intense, but this is different. So intentional and thorough that I hardly know how it could possibly get better.

Until I feel the pressure of Joel’s fingers on my ass.

“Relax for me, doll,” Joel whispers in my ear. His digits push into me and combined with everything else, I hardly know how to speak anymore. “That’s right,” he coos. “You’re doing so good.”

The feeling is so strange. Not bad in any way, but new. It’s slow and rhythmic and I find myself thrusting in a groove that seems to work for everyone. Then I’m not sure if Joel or Key is responsible but something changes and suddenly Key’s cock is hitting my g spot and I know I’m about to orgasm.

“Oh god!” I cry. “Right there, please. I’ve been so good!”

There’s a momentary pause where I sense a silent exchange, and then Key thrusts just a little faster. With Joel’s fingers inside me and Key in my pussy I shake and tremble as I come for so long it feels like it goes on forever.

Key lifts himself to kiss me and it’s as if I’ve sunk into oblivion. I’m floating and can feel nothing except bliss. Then there’s even more pressure against me from behind and Joel’s breath is in my ear.

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