Page 52 of Swept Away
“I thought you’d made up your mind already,” he jokes, and smiling, I flick my hair over my shoulder and lower my mouth to his erection.
Wrapped around his hard-on, his fist keeps his hard flesh steady so I can move my mouth down.
“That’s perfect,” he says, resting his hand on the back of my head while Carter moves his hand up my leg, pushing a swarm of goosebumps up my thigh.
He moves his touch between my legs and starts playing with my pussy while I suck on his friend.
Grunting quietly, Mason struggles to control his body while Carter slides his fingers back into me and moves them back and forth, dipping them every time into a puddle of arousal.
My body wakes up, a soft pull tugging inside my belly.
Behind me, Carter pulls at whatever part of my dress still covers my body and slips a hand around me so he can stroke my breasts.
His touch makes me hot and needy, and I rock my hips against his hand while bobbing my head.
“She’s such a good girl,” Carter says, smiling before squeezing my chest harder. “Our girl,” he says, voice heavy with pleasure. “I can’t wait to fuck your little cunt, beautiful woman,” he says, and I pulse around his touch.
He laughs at my reaction, moving his fingers deep into me. “You like that, don’t you? I want to kiss you, baby,” he says, and the no-kiss rule goes out the window when I wrap my hand around Mason’s cock and squeeze it and rub it while turning to Carter, who can’t wait to press his mouth against mine.
He moves fast, sliding his tongue into my mouth and sucking the air out of me.
His hand slides away from my center only for a moment, so I can shift in my seat and have both of them on either side of me while having access to both.
Mason is still propped back, my fist moving up and down on him, his eyes tilted to me and his friend, as Carter rubs my clit while kissing me wildly.
Moans from my mouth.
“You can do us, both, baby,” Carter says, and Mason straightens and turns to me, his hand moving up between my legs.
And here I go.
Moving my mouth from one to another, kissing them and stroking their hard lengths while they both play with my pussy, taking turns at finger fucking me.
The room spins with me as I get pulled away into this sweet world of depravity that makes everything feel surreal and beautiful, something I don’t want to part ways with.
The more they do it, the hungrier I get, and they’re no different, their erections stirring and throbbing in my hands.
“Move to the floor, darling,” Carter says when his chest starts heaving. “And let me get that dress off you.”
He helps me up and removes my dress before taking his clothes off, revealing a god-like body, while Mason does the same.
“Keep the shoes on. I like them,” he says, noticing that I’m looking down, pondering whether to remove them or not. “Now get on your knees.”
They sit on the couch next to each other, a little space between them, and I slide my knees onto the floor and wedge myself between their bodies.
Hands on their erections, I move my mouth from one to the other, and suck on them.
They jerk their hips every time I push my head down on them, and they instinctively press their hands to the back of my head.
My eyes are closed as I roll my lips down on Carter when Mason plays with my tits. I move to him, and Carter pushes his thumb against my mouth while I have Mason down my throat.
A crying moan leaves my chest.
“You like it, don’t you?” he says in a gravelly voice. “You’ll get a lot of that. Trust me.”
He moves his hand down my front and strokes my clit while I roll my hips against his hand.
“He is such a little brat. You want us to fill you up?” Carter murmurs before I move to him, and Mason holds my hair up to watch me suck on his best friend.
