Page 60 of Lasso Lovebirds

It was beautiful, heartwarming, erotic. But it was also sharing the part of your soul that was most tender and raw.

I got down to my knees, unbuckling his belt and tugging it. The leather slid over denim, snapping as it came free. I popped his jeans open and we worked together to get them off his body.

Now both of us were naked.

His cock was hard. My eyes widened as I looked down at him.

“May I touch you?” I asked.

“Yes.Please.”

I circled his cock with my hand, giving him a stroke from base to tip. His head fell back, his throat bobbing as Pris stepped up behind him, making a loop of rope around his torso.

Pris gave his shoulder a light tap. “Stand up. Sky, I want you to stay on your knees.”

He got back up to his feet, his cock right in front of my face. My mouth watered. I parted my lips and leaned forward, takingthe head over his cock into my mouth. He let out the longest groan.

“Fuck,” he whimpered.

Truly, there was something about hearing a tough man whimper that changed my brain in chemistry.

One thing that always turned me on was pleasing someone else, and watching his face twist in pleasure as I sucked him felt so damn good. I circled the base of his cock, stroking him as I bobbed my head up and down.

The sounds he made turned me on even more, all while Pris continued to move around him, slowly tying a harness around his body. Directing him, moving his arms, putting the two of us in even more of a submissive space.

This was one of my favorite things about BDSM, especially if I was playing with more than one person. The energy shared in the room and the way we work together was beautiful. Threads in a tapestry of desire and lust, all crossing together to create a bigger picture.

The salty taste of him sat on my tongue, my eyes rolling back as I took him deeper. He hit the back of my throat, his hips giving a light thrust as the ropes vibrated over each other.

Pris continued to work the rope, and every time I looked up, he had more binding his body. His cheeks were flushed, his eyes feasting on me while I was on my knees for him.

She gave him a light hug, and leaned forward, kissing his neck. I continued to suck his cock, feeling him shiver as we drove him closer to the edge.

Were we going to be able to make him come? It was my favorite kind of challenge. I wanted him to come. I wanted to taste him.

I wanted to give him the same satisfaction he'd given me.

I drew back to catch my breath for a moment. “Please come for me,” I whispered. “I want to taste you. I want you to fuck my throat.”

“Did you hear them?” Pris asked. “They want you to fuck their throat.”

“Are you sure?” he rasped.

“Of course,” I said. “Please, Beau. I need it. Use me. Fuck my mouth.”

His fingers gripped the top of my hair and he yanked me forward. Surprise rolled through me as his cock shoved into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.

The euphoria returned at full blast, rumbling through my body as he held me in place, using me the way that I wanted him to. I felt so damn good to be fucked like this.

The sound of his cock gliding in and out of my mouth and hitting the back of my throat, our bodies slapping together. I heard Pris move around us, and then felt her hands on my shoulders as she sank down behind me. Her nails raked down my back, leaving a streak of pain that made me wet all over again.

His hips snapped harder, thrusting in and out. I choked around his cock, my body pressing against hers. Her hand snaked up the front of my body, clasping around my throat gently.

I could stay here forever.

Worshiping them.Obeyingthem.

A low growl left him, and I knew that he was getting close. It was evident in the way that he moved, the way that his grip tightened in my hair. I moaned as he gave one final thrust, heat bursting down my throat. He came hard and fast, and I swallowed every single drop.

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