Page 55 of The Truth of Our Secrets

“She’s dying for your cock. Let her have it,” he growls.

I let go of my leg to take hold of Emmet’s long length when Jayce pauses.

“Baby Girl, that’s not what you want. Open your mouth.”

His permission stokes the fire. He’s willing to give me exactly what I want, even though it breaks his rules.

It’s the dreaming I’m afraid to wake up from.

But Emmet paints my lips with the pre-cum leaking from his tip and I eagerly lap it up, then open wide. He’s heavy on my tongue and I swirl around it, tasting him. I’m split between them, full and burning for more.

Jayce sets the pace and angle to get me off but changes and slows everything down.

“Fuck her throat. She can take it,” he orders, and Emmet obeys.

We are willing captives to his direction. Everything hinges on what Jayce is willing to give and let us take.

I relax my throat, and Emmet slides down until I swallow. The sound torn from him makes me clench and Jayce responds with his own guttural noises.

Anyone walking by will hear what we’re doing. Next time we should gag each other. No. We can’t gag Jayce. His commands are the kindling to this inferno. The thought sends another shiver through my body. The possibility of getting caught thrills me.

“Jesusmotherfucker,” Emmet swears.

“She’s so sexy with your cock stuffed down her throat. She’s such a good girl, isn’t she.” It’s not a question. It’s a declaration and my skin flushes with the praise.

“So good,” Emmet whispers. “The very best.”

My pussy spasms and Jayce holds my hips so tight he’s going to leave fingertip bruises, and that brings me even higher. We both love his marks on my body.

“You don’t fucking come until I tell you.” His pupils blow so wide, I can’t see the blue as he stares down at me. “That goes for you too.” His gaze cuts to Emmet, who’s clenching his jaw, and I can see his muscles contracting under his tight shirt.

He struggles to hold back too. We lock eyes and it’s so familiar, yet brand new. I’ve spent hours remembering his gaze and how he’d stare with lust. And now he doesn’t have to hide it. His face is open, and every emotion plays out.

He’s wanted this for so long and can’t believe it either. Fighting the inevitable gratification to make this last longer. To please me. To please Jayce.

Jayce leans down and for a second, I think he’s going to lick Emmet’s cock in my mouth.

“Are you close?”

Tears are running down my cheeks now.

There’s spit everywhere, and I’ve never been happier.

“Swallow every single drop.” Jayce’s low voice has a guttural rasp.

“I can’t…I’m going to…” Emmet stutters and his eyes squeeze shut.

“Eyes on me while you come down her throat.” Jayce picks up his pace and presses my abdomen, hitting my G-spot.

Emmet roars and my muffled shrieks escape as I come all over Jayce’s cock while swallowing Emmet’s endless load.

Jayce grunts and fills me. I revel in the satisfaction of being the receptacle for their climax. The focus of two men’s adoration. It’s something I crave on a core level.

I can’t explain it, but it’s like when they physically fill me with their cum, it fixes something broken in me.

Emmet removes his dick and leans down to kiss me. Jayce halts his movement and before we can object, he arranges himself so we can all kiss.

Jayce licks my lips and then plunges his tongue inside my mouth. He’s ravenous, tasting Emmet.

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